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I almost giggle, but I manage to hold it in. It really isn’t funny. If anything, it is mortifying, and a little sad. If I wasn’t so embarrassed, the look on Dec’s face when he thinks I’m referring to the size of his package, and its ability to inflict pain would be priceless.

“Ummm… That’s not what I mean Dec. The size of your manhood is not in question here. I may, or may not have had a plastic pleasure partner incident a few years ago, which may, or may not have done the worst part of your job for you.” Bursting out laughing, he rolls to the side pulling me with him. I bury my head in his chest. The bastard promised not to laugh. Who am I kidding? Anyone would laugh at that because in hindsight it, IS pretty funny.

Regardless, I’m so embarrassed I think even the tips of my ears have blushed scarlet. I can feel his body shaking with his laughs, and when he finally pulls himself together he shakes his head in amusement.

“Sorry Baby, I know I promised not to laugh, but damn. I probably shouldn’t say thank you for having an accident like that, but thank fuck you did.” Gasping at his blatant disregard for my humiliation I slap his chest, he simply grabs my hand and puts it in his pocket.

He directs my hand to the deepest corner, accidentally brushing my fingers against his rock hard cock that’s straining desperately for release. That touch causes him to let out an almost pained hiss, good, it serves him right. My fingers naturally curl around something small, warmed by his body heat, and sharp. Making sure I have whatever it is securely in my hand, Dec jerks my hand out of his pocket. Oh God, I hope it’s not some weird sex toy, because I just don’t think I’m ready for that yet.

Cupping my face reverently with one hand, Dec ensnares my eyes with his, I can feel the soft breaths from his mouth wash over my face, and I can see the love reflected in his eyes. Keeping my palm curled shut with his fist, Dec finally speaks after several long minutes of silence.

“You know how much I love you Kendall. You’re my best friend, and the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. You’re smart, sassy, funny as fuck, and you love our girl in a way that’s so fucking beautiful it hurts. I don’t have pretty words, Baby, that’s not who I am but, I can tell you; there isn’t a woman alive, or dead that could compare with you. You were made for me, Baby and I was made for you. I want this forever, you and me, and I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe, protected, and happy every day for the rest of my life if you’ll let me.” Kissing me lightly Dec makes every dream I’ve ever had come true “What I’m saying is Baby. No. That’s wrong. What I’m asking Kendall is, would you do me the honour of making me the happiest son of a bitch alive by being my wife?” Removing his hand and uncurling my fist, I finally see what he was hiding in his pocket, and the tears that have been in my eyes since half way through his speech spill free.

In my palm is a stunning, diamond solitaire engagement ring. It has to be at least three carats, in a simple yet elegant princess cut setting, the huge rock sits high above the thin platinum band that’s littered with smaller, but no less perfect diamonds. The ring reminds me of the man himself; simple, but with a degree of complexity in the way that something so unassumingly perfect can possibly exist.

Using his thumbs to wipe away the tears streaming down my cheeks, I can’t help but refocus on the beautiful, rough around the edges, dirty talking man by my side that loves me. Chewing on the corner of his lip and looking altogether too pale Dec clears his throat,

“Sweetheart, you’re going have to give me something to go on here. I’m freakin the fuck out. Are those happy tears?”

That’s when I realise poor Dec is still waiting for my answer, that explains why he looks so close to being sick. I’ve been so mesmerised by the gorgeous ring that I hadn’t thought to give him an answer. Jumping to my knees on the bed beside him I scream,

“Yes. Yes, oh my God yes I’ll marry you Dec.” I don’t manage to get anything else out before he yanks me to him and crushes his lips to mine.

I wrap my legs around his hips, and swirl my tongue around his. We moan in tandem, Dec’s groan is so deep that I can feel the vibrations against my breasts. Pulling back slightly so that his breath mingles with mine, and his face is out of focus, because I’m that turned on, he adds,

“Thank you Kendall. You don’t know what you just gave me, Baby, but I’ll make damn sure there isn’t a day you regret giving it to me.”

Kissing his nose, his cheeks, and then suctioning my mouth over his ear lobe, giving it a tug with my teeth for good measure I whisper,

“No more than you just gave me and not nearly as magical. But Dec, I promise I will spend the rest of my life making sure you have a little bit of magic every day.”

“I will spend the rest of my life making sure you have a little bit of magic every day.”

The feeling of peace and relief that washed over me, hearing Kendall say yes to being my wife was unexplainable. I knew I’d be the happiest motherfucker on the planet if she agreed to marry me, but what I couldn’t have known, couldn’t have anticipated; was the feeling deep in the pit of my gut, the feeling that my heart is so full it might burst, and the fact that now my soul finally feels whole.

I haven’t felt whole in a long fucking time. When Kendall decides to dedicate herself to someone, she doesn’t do it in half measures, she gives all of herself, and the pieces that I was missing, she finally found and put back together. Sliding the ring I picked out on her finger only further solidifies that feeling for me. Feeling whole isn’t about me putting my claim on her, although that is a fucking great side benefit. I’m whole because; when a woman as kind, compassionate, and loving as Kendall says yes, to spending the rest of her life with you, you can’t help but feel complete. A guy like me is lucky a woman like her will give him the time of day, let alone agree to marry him. A guy like me doesn’t deserve the kind of beauty someone like Kendall can give him, but a guy like me is a selfish bastard, and will take, absorb, and cherish every piece a woman like Kendall wants to give him.

Kendall doesn’t know this yet, but I have no intention of allowing a long engagement. Honestly, she’s lucky I haven’t dragged her out of bed right now, and down to the local registry office to make it official immediately. The only reason I can’t and won’t do that is; Kendall deserves whatever kind of wedding she wants. That, and the very real possibility exists that Brenna will have my balls for not letting her see her baby get married. Actually, Priest would probably be pissed not getting the opportunity to walk his little girl down the aisle too. The risk of losing important appendages is just too high in either scenario, I also happen to be quite attached to my cock, and I’d like it to stay affixed to my body, so I suppose I’ll behave and give my woman the wedding I know she’ll want.

Big, small, church, garden I don’t give a fuck. Whatever she wants, I’ll make it fucking happen. I don’t give a shit if she wants a big ass poofy dress, me wearing a penguin suit, and fucking flowers as far as the eye can see. As long as she meets me at the end of the aisle in front of any motherfucker that can perform a ceremony that makes it legal and binding, I don’t give a shit.

I kiss the ring that now sits where it belongs, at the base of her finger, and I trail kisses up her arm, across her shoulder, along her neck, and ending with her sweet cotton candy tasting mouth.

“Sweetest fucking mouth ever, Baby. Are you going to let me make you mine in front of our families soon, Babe?”

Biting down on my ear lobe, because by now she knows it turns me the fuck on, Kendall replies,

“Yeah honey. I’ll let you do that.”

I want to make sure her idea of soon, and mine are the same.

“Like, in the next six weeks, soon Kendall. I don’t want to wait. We’ve already waited long enough I think.”

Sucking in a breath, she doesn’t hesitate,

“Yeah, Baby. Six weeks sounds perfect.” Then she asks, “Is it okay if we do it at the club? I want everyone that cares about us there, and I want to do it under the tree you fell in love with me.”

I honestly can’t imagine anything more perfect for us, trust Kendall to know how to make this even more special, and all ours.

“Fuck yeah, Baby. Best place ever.” Enough talking. I’ve waited fucking years to make this woman MINE; to claim her, to be able to make love to her. I’ve been in love with her for well over half my life for fuck sake, and I’m not waiting any longer. She is MINE.

I reach down and pull off her tank top, not one to be anything if not accommodating, Kendall raises her arms and lets me it slip over her head and toss it to the floor. Looking down at the bounty I’ve uncovered, her chest heaves, and her magnificent tits strain the baby pink lace of her barely there bra. The hard nubs of her nipples are right there waiting for me, so I tweak them, gently, but firmly with my, thumb and forefinger, making her gasp and wriggle against my painfully hard cock. He’ll just have to wait his turn. I don’t want to rush this, we’ve waited a long fucking time, so he can wait a few minutes longer.

Leaning in, I take one of those bubble gum coloured nipples in my mouth through her bra, at the same time as sliding a hand into the waist band of her jeans. The first time I make her cum, I want it to be with me inside her, so I simply run the pads of my fingers around the top of her jeans, and watch her eyes flutter open and closed. Her breathing get faster, and her legs move restlessly against mine, tangling us together in a way that joins almost every inch of our bodies.

Impatient, Kendall takes over swatting my hand away, and unbuttoning the snaps on her jeans shimmying them off her hips. Using her feet to push them the rest of the way off, I get my first glimpse of her matching underwear set, and I lose it. So much for makin this last and being patient, that shit just flew straight out the window. Somehow I manage to wrench myself off her, it’s difficult, damn near impossible actually, but getting out of my clothes is more important right now. I don’t think I’ll last long if I don’t get inside her quick, and I don’t intend to cum in my jeans like a horny fifteen-year-old.

Kendall watches me as I fold my cut placing it on her dresser. I take my Henley off, and unbuckle my belt slowly. It’s fucking hot knowing that she’s watching me. The look in her eyes is one that screams hunger and desperation, and that look, is all for me. One of the sexiest things about Kendall is that she doesn’t try to be sexy, it comes naturally. The way she holds her body, the sway of her hips, the soft bounce of her heavy tits, the whole package is designed to make a man stop and take a second, then third look. Seeing her look at me this way only adds to her overall innate sexiness, and she’ll never know, but the power she has over me right now is immense.

Unbuttoning my jeans, they hit the floor in a heap with the rest of our discarded clothes, we won’t be needing that shit for a long fucking while if this works out the way I hope it does. I have every intention of keeping Kendall in bed for as long as humanly possible. Kendall shuffles up the bed further until her back is against the pillows, and her knees are slightly cocked threatening to spread wide. I can see the curve of her delectable ass, the lace of her thong that’s damp at the entrance to her pussy, and the outline of her sweet, soft pussy lips is beckoning me to come closer. Reaching for her, I start at her ankle running my rough hand up her satin soft skin as I rasp out,

“Take your panties and bra off, Baby. I want to see all of you.” It takes iron restraint not do it for her, rip her underwear from her body savagely. But this time, I want to watch, see how she moves, take in every detail of her.

Complying immediately, Kendall flicks the front clasp on her bra and her tits spill free. Her nipples are the size of half dollars, topping firm, soft flesh that’s perfectly plump and rounded. More than a handful, her tits are made to be licked, sucked, and marked with my teeth.

“Jesus fuck, you’re perfect, Baby. Cup your tits and offer them to me.” Kicking off my boots and socks while she does, I realise I’m just another step closer to my goal of being naked and wrapped tightly in her.

Kendall knows how I work by now. I’ve always been demanding in the bedroom, and I won’t apologise for it. Chicks seem get off on it, and it’s something I need, so no harm no foul. That aside, Kendall fucking loves it, proving it again by moaning low in her throat as she rolls those gorgeous nipples between her fingers. I can fucking smell how turned on she is, and I love it. Shedding my boxers, my cock springs free. I’m hard and fucking ready as I watch my woman play with herself. Feeling the control I need slipping, I decide I best make my move, or this isn’t going to happen the way I want it to.

Finally naked, and crawling up between her thighs I notice she’s just taken off her panties before following my instruction to hold her tits up for my mouth. She’s all spread out, offering herself to me like a banquet, I’d be a fool to turn a feast like her down, and I don’t. I can’t.

I lick up the inside of her thigh and stop dead. How I haven’t noticed it before now is a fucking miracle. Right there, in bold scripted handwriting is, ‘Declan’, held up by a lily in full bloom. The stem curls with the flow of her body, down her thigh almost to the inside of her knee. It’s fucking magnificent.

The first time Kendall saw my back after coming home she cried, happy tears she says, but fuck if it didn’t scare the shit out of me for a second, leaving me thinking she hated it until she set me straight. Every time since, when we’ve been naked in bed after fooling around, Kendall runs her lips over every inch of her tattoo. She licks up my spine making my body feel all sorts of crazy shit, least of all, horny all over again, I never realised how much of an erogenous zone my spine was until now. More than once, she’s gotten me so fucking hard I have had to take care of myself, ending up cumming all over the bed as she finger fucked herself to completion while straddling my back.

Knowing now that my name is on her beautiful body, in a place that’s just for me and her, is the best gift she could’ve given me, and I’m astonished at the depth of emotion that causes me. I never thought a simple tattoo would have me nearly in tears. Kendall notices that I’ve stopped moving, and reaches down to take my hand.

“Dec? Do you like it?”

Do I like it? Stupid fucking question, of course I do. How could I not?

“It’s fucking hot, Baby, and its fucking beautiful seeing my name mark your gorgeous body, but just tell me one thing. Tell me that fucker Toby didn’t get this close to your sweet as fuck pussy.” I punctuate my question with long dragging licks around the outside of her still raw tattoo. Then I slowly trail my tongue up until I’m roughly sucking her clit into my mouth. Sucking hard, and then backing off enough to flick my tongue rapidly over the tight little bud, I ask again as she squirms and moans my name.

“Tell me no one other than Reaper was this close to what’s mine, Baby?”

Arching into my mouth she sputters out,

“N-n-no. Uncle Max did it in the private booth.”

Good girl. Rewarding her for knowing I’d hate if any other man saw what’s for my eyes only, I spear two fingers deep inside her, hot, wet pussy. Kendall tastes like sunshine and something richer, it’s not quite musk, and not quite spices, but she’s fucking delicious, and practically melts on my tongue like butter. My fingers are having trouble making their way in because she’s so tight, but I persevere pumping them in, and out slowly, shallowly at first. Feeling the walls of her pussy ripple, and her wetness dripping down my knuckles on to the inside of her creamy thighs I know that she’s nearly there. Now I can speed up, thrust them in until the palm of my hand meets the opening of her pussy. I feel her getting close to the point of no return, so it’s time to pull my mouth and fingers away and climb over her tight, hot body again because my body is practically begging me to take her, and like I said, the first time she cums, it’s going to be on my cock, nowhere else.

Lining my desperate cock up with her soaked cunt, I look down and ask, because I need to make a hundred and ten percent sure this is what she wants, it might literally kill me to stop now, but I’d do it for her, I’d do anything for her.

“You want my cock baby? You want me deep inside you finally, filling you up, making you scream my name?” I get her answer when her tiny hand wraps tightly around my cock and she squeezes hard. Not hard enough to hurt, just enough to have my balls tightening, and aching to blow. I’m not going to last long if she keeps that up, and I don’t intend to blow in her hand.

“Mmhmm, yes Dec, I’m ready honey. I want you inside me Dec. Now,” she rasps out in that sexy hoarse voice of hers.

Using her hand to guide me home, I let out a near feral growl when I get the head of my cock inside her. Kendall feels like a silken fist; hot, tight, wet, and already pulsing. If I don’t get the rest of the way inside now, I’m going blow before I can even get one thrust in. It’s not an exaggeration, that’s honestly how good she feels.

I slide deeper, inch by inch, and I know she can feel the bars of my cock piercing rubbing against her swollen, sensitive walls with every hitch of her breath. Bottoming out, I bump against her cervix, and Kendall lets out a high pitch wail, it’s not a pain filled one because I can see her face contort in pleasure, and feel her body tense, preparing for her orgasm to take over.

“Yes, yes, yes. Oh God, Dec more. Harder. Yes.” That shit is music to my ears.

Giving my woman what she needs, I pump into her faster, harder, grinding my pelvis against hers in tight circles every time I hit her deepest spot. Groaning loud, I warn her,

“I’m not going to last much longer, Baby, you’ve got to cum, Sweetheart. Cum with me Kendall.”

I feel soft hands on my face, and I turn locking my grey eyes with a stunning set of emerald ones. Ones that I’ve dreamed of every night for years. Ones that are currently shining with love and awe, and all of its aimed at me.

“I love you Dec. I love you so much.” With that, her walls clamp down on my cock, and her body starts to shake.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck yes, Baby. Milk my cock.” On an oath I add, “Fucking love you Kendall.”

Sweat is pourin off both of us. It drips down my forehead, off my nose, and onto Kendall’s chest. I didn’t think it was possible, but she’s still cumming, and I can feel the heat build at the base of my spine, travelling up my shaft. With three more solid thrusts I come deep in Kendall’s pussy, and freeze letting the waves of pleasure take me. Black spots dance behind my eyes, and I bury my head in Kendall’s neck desperately trying to catch my breath. I’m careful not give her my full weight, or I’d crush her. Pulling out slowly, I gain a whine from Kendall, and it takes everything in me not to stay buried in her perfect pussy. But, I know she’ll be sore after her first time, I also want the opportunity to clean her up, and take care of her. That doesn’t mean I won’t be having another piece of her sweet ass later though. Like I said, I’m a selfish man.