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“Yes, baby,” he says, dragging me up his body so he can kiss my lips. “This weekend, if you want. The moment we get back home. I will fucking marry you and you will be mine. All mine.”

A shiver runs down my spine at his words.

“God, I love you,” I whisper against his mouth.

Ben shifts higher onto the couch, dragging me with him. My back to his chest, he’s barely let go of me since he said yes. Held my hand on the plane, driving, as we eat… it’s grounding and I cannot object in the slightest.

Fuck, he said yes. I let it wash over me again. I’m engaged.

“Any preference on where?” he asks, kissing my neck. I roll my head to the side, giving him more skin to suck on.

“Don’t care,” I sigh. “No family to invite. You?” I shiver as he nibbles under my ear. My cock is paying attention, eager fucker that it is. “Want your sister there? We can self-solemnize in Colorado, my folks did.”

His lips pause as he thinks. “If I tell her ahead of time, Carolyn will make a whole production out of it. Not sure I want that.” He resumes nibbling. I whimper as pre-cum dots my boxer-briefs. “Mmm,” he smirks against my neck. “I think I want you all to myself. Maybe right here.”

“On the couch?” I snicker, then gasp as he bites down, and goosebumps flash over my body, nipples pebbling. His cock pulses against my ass.

“No, bad boy. Maybe on the deck. Where we first kissed.” He kisses the spot he just bit. “Sunset.” Kisses my ear. “Get some cake, champagne.”

“Mm, cake,” I agree, my eyes rolling back. “Chocolate?”

He huffs against my neck. “Sure.” More nibbles, then his fingers toy with my nipples. My toes are curling. “We’ll need to get rings.”

“Mmm,” I moan as he tugs. “Please, Ben.”

“Please what, baby,” he teases.

“Making me crazy, Ben,” I whimper.

“Mm, my baby needs,” he whispers against my ear. “Such a bad boy.”

I nod my head, helpless. “So bad. Please, Ben.”

He reaches down and slides his hand down my underwear, wrapping around my cock. “So hard for me,” he murmurs against my neck.

“Mph,” I agree, gasping as he strokes. His hand lightly circles the head, collecting pre-cum then spreading it over me, using it as lube. He hooks his heels over my shins, pinning me open.

I wasn’t planning on trying to get away.

He tightens his grip and strokes in earnest.

“No cumming,” he says in my ear.

“Fuunnphh,” I groan.

One finger tugs on my nipples as he pumps my cock, his lips sucking on my neck, alternating with bites. My hips rock as he strokes, helplessly thrusting into his fist.

“Uhgh,” I gasp. “Please.”

“No cumming,” he demands.

Fuuuuck. Feels so good, his hand, his fingers, his tongue, his teeth. I’m teetering on the edge. If he will just let me fall over it. Let me fall. Please, Ben, let me cum. Let me come apart in your arms. Please, please, please fuuuuck.

“Cum, baby. Cum for me, you beg so pretty. Cum, Geoff,” he growls.

The first jet hits my cheek as I yell my release. He turns my face up to his and licks it off, then latches onto my mouth as he keeps pumping, and I splatter my chest, my stomach, and finally it just dribbles down my shaft onto his hand as he slows his strokes and stops.

“So pretty,” he croons as I pant, spent. He raises his hand to lick my cum from it, then kisses the side of my head. “Feel better?”