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Jo looked confused, but I continued. “I married Becky because she was pregnant with my kid and it was the right thing to do. I never offered her this ring because I never knew if I would be able to stay loyal to her.” I swallowed, knowing what an ass that made me sound like. I could see the question on her face and needed to answer it before she asked. “Taylor never would have gotten this ring either, because she is none of those things.”

A look of anger passed over Jo’s face, and I leaned down, pushing my lips against hers.

I pulled back and planted a quick kiss on the tip of her nose. “This ring has been meant for your finger for the last twelve years, Jo. I will be loyal to you until the day I die, I will love you for longer than eternity, and you will be my best friend until the end of time. You don’t have to take it now, but I’m gonna ask anyway. Just know, even if you say no, I’ll hold onto it until you’re ready.” I could feel her heartbeat pounding wildly beneath me, but she didn’t move a muscle. “Joes, my beautiful, hilarious, stubborn Joes… you have always been mine. Let's make it legal. Marry me?”

She was going to say no. I could see it in the scowl that wrinkled her forehead and the unvoiced concern in her eyes. I fought down my disappointment. Even though I’d known it was a possibility, I hoped that she wouldn’t fight the inevitable, because we were always going to end up here one day. She took a deep breath, ready to launch into whatever lecture she was going to give, and I had to force myself not to kiss her senseless.

Instead, I cut her off. “I know you’re worried that we won’t be able to fix us. But we can. You have tons of questions, and I promise I’ll answer every single one. You’re scared about the club, my life, and worried there isn’t a place for you here. Joes, you need to know that you are my life. I’m a dick with a bad attitude, and I’m gonna do stupid shit. But I will never be stupid enough to let you go again. I told you, I’ll be here when you’re ready. Take as long as you need.”

Tears filled her eyes, and the tension left her face. “I love you more than I ever thought it would be possible to love someone.” Her voice was a whisper
.

I inhaled.
Here we go.

“I want nothing more than to be yours forever.” I held my breath as she bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes. When she opened them, they were filled with nothing but love. “Of course I’ll marry you!”

I stared at her, almost afraid to breathe again because I was sure she was going to change her mind. But she only stared back.
Holy shit.
I couldn’t breathe. I don’t know how, but I found her ring finger and slid the circle on, almost surprised that it fit. It was a little loose, but we’d figure it out. Right now, there was only one thing I wanted to do
.

Chapter 23

Matty

I paused, mesmerized as I looked down at the beautiful woman in my bed. I was terrified that if I blinked, she’d disappear, that this would all be a dream. I couldn’t really be this lucky, right? I had done nothing to deserve someone like her. In fact, I’d done just the opposite, and at any moment, fate was going to step in and say, “Ha-ha, just kidding!” The thought scared me shitless, freezing me in place.

She lifted an eyebrow, watching me as intently as I was her, then smirked. “Well…” Her fingertips climbed up my arms. “I thought I’d at least get a kiss when I said yes.”

I laughed, leaning down to press my lips against hers. I met her eyes, knowing that she’d see the hunger mine were barely containing. She shifted her legs to the outsides of mine and thrust herself against me. She’d seen the look, all right, and she wanted what it promised.

There were still way too many pieces of clothing between us. I pushed away, sitting back on my knees, and yanked her shirt up and over her head. She pulled her knees to her chest, as if giving me permission to remove her panties, but I was too impatient and ripped them off instead.

She yelped in surprise then giggled as she wrapped her legs around my waist and tugged me down on top of her. “Better?”

Her words held a teasing note, but I couldn’t do anything more than grunt in response. Her hands had wound themselves tightly in my hair, fingers digging into my scalp, and her heels were grinding into my ass cheeks as if she was trying to make sure I didn’t move.

I framed her head with my forearms, trying to hold some of my weight off her. The move made my chest push into her perfect tits, her nipples hard in anticipation. I fucking loved feeling her like this. Skin on skin was the only way I ever wanted to be with Jo. “So fuckin’ much!”

Wrapping my fingers in her crazy curls, I started in on her neck, licking and nipping, finding the perfect balance between soothing little kisses and the sharp sting that made her fucking crazy. I moved up to her ear and over to her lips and back down. I feasted on her skin, enjoying the salty taste and the scent of vanilla, while she squirmed beneath me. Her hands traced my back, my biceps, and my head as she begged me for more.

I pushed myself off her slightly, arms flexed—knowing how much she loved the feel of my muscles under her hands—and kissed my way down her. I didn’t consider myself a breast man; then again, I wasn’t an ass man either. I was simply a man who worshiped every inch of the female form. Jo’s body though called to me in a way no other woman’s had. Every inch of her held a secret that turned me on.

I loved her tits. Fuck, I could easily spend an entire night just worshiping her nipples and giving them the attention they deserved. Each breast filled up a palm, and I had big fucking hands. They were soft and perfectly round, crowned with little pink nubs that grew when I sucked on them. I pulled one into my mouth while my fingers rolled and squeezed the other. Using just the tips of my teeth, I added enough pressure to make Jo cry out. Chuckling, I dragged my mouth away from her and kissed down the valley and back up, closing my teeth over the other nipple.

“Matty!” Joes groaned, fingers jerking my head back harshly. “God, Matty! Kiss me!”

I couldn’t deny her even if I wanted to, and I abandoned my post to find her mouth, warm and inviting. Sometimes I forgot how much my girl liked to kiss. If she had her way, we’d make out like horny teenagers every chance we got. I didn’t have a thing against kissing—I fucking loved kissing her. Right now though, there were other lips crying out for my attention. I moaned in anticipation.

After a quick battle of our tongues, Jo sighed as I backed away again, biting her lip lightly as I did. She was coming apart beneath me, making those noises I loved, the same ones that had haunted my dreams over the last few months without her. That didn’t matter now, I reminded myself, because she was mine and was never leaving again.

Legs wrapped tighter around my waist, she shifted again, trying to get my dick where she wanted it. I smiled against a breast. Jo was eager, but she was gonna wait. I tweaked a nipple on my way down, and leaning all my weight onto my knees and her center, I reached around my back to unhitch her legs. She whined an argument, but I ignored it and slid farther down her body before she could stop me.

Realizing what I was doing, she jerked and tried to clench her thighs together. I was already between them, so her efforts were pointless, but she tried to sit up and push me off her anyway. I found a shoulder and shoved her back down.

“Matty! God, no, Matt! I haven’t shaved… I didn’t take a shower…”

I “Mmhmm’d” against her most sensitive skin, knowing the vibration would make her wetter than she already was. It worked, and she seemed to lose all conscious thought, even though she continued to babble and try to stop me. As if either of those excuses would stop me from tasting my piece of heaven. She was going to be my wife. It was time for her to realize that this body was mine, and I would never have my fill of kissing it, fucking it, or eating it.

Her weak attempts at discouraging me turned to loud moans of ecstasy as my tongue swirled around her clit before I sucked it then found a punishing rhythm. It was only seconds before she was moaning and crying out, bucking beneath me, unable to keep her first climax at bay.

“God, Matty!” she squealed, hands trying to force my head away. “Stop. Stop! I can’t take it!”

I didn’t stop. Instead, I inserted a finger, then two, finding her spot almost immediately. When I said her body called to me, I meant it. Most men couldn’t find the fucking thing if they had a road map, but it was as if Jo’s had a magnet that drew me right to it. My bedroom was filled with screams as she came again, this time gushing all over me. I wiped my chin on the insides of her thighs, proud as a peacock. The stubble rubbed her sensitive skin, making her cry out again and milk the fingers I still had inside her.

Me. No one else has ever made her feel the way I do. No one else has made her come the way I do. She never has, and never will, love anyone the way she loves me
.

Her gasped words weren’t just a boost for my ego. They set my heart flying and made my dick harden even more. She was mine; her body belonged to me. It was about time she realized that there wasn’t another soul on this planet who could do to her what I could. I would fucking destroy anyone who tried.

The thought pushed its way into my mind and wouldn’t leave. Were there other men who lusted after what was mine? The realization that there were had me pulling my fingers out of her, grabbing my boxers, shoving them down, and quickly repositioning myself. I drove into her hard, silencing her pleas of “Fuck me Matty! Please fuck me!”

I stopped, groaning at the soft wet heat that engulfed me. “Christ, Joes!”

She moved her hips below me, trying to get me to hurry, but my hands grabbed them and held them down. If she kept moving, this would be over a lot sooner than either of us wanted. I leaned onto her again, kissing her with more restraint than I realized I still had. Teeth gnashed against teeth, lips crushed against lips as we lost ourselves in each other.

Her muscles tightened around my dick, as if taking his hand and begging him to come out and play. I backed out a little before driving myself back in roughly. Her eyes opened slightly, and she smiled at me as she tipped her head back into the pillow as far as it would go, looking every bit the sexy little temptress I knew she was. I swiveled my hips, and instantly she was moaning, teeth sinking into her bottom lip in an effort to hold back some of her sounds.

I had wanted to go slow, to drag out this moment for as long as possible and be as gentle as I could. But seeing the love in her eyes, mixed with pure carnal need, I couldn’t hold back anymore. Grabbing her hands, I entwined our fingers, smiling to myself as I felt my ring on her finger, and forced them over her head, pulling out and thrusting again. She struggled against my hands for a few seconds, trying to get free so she could no doubt rake those nails down my skin. Fuck, I wanted her nails to dig into me. The thought of the stinging pain that only came from sex with Joes made me pull out all the way before I slammed back in.

She responded, thrusting in perfect time to me. That was all it took. Suddenly, I wasn’t celebrating the fact that she’d agreed to be my forever and I wasn’t a man fucking his girlfriend senseless. I was an animal in heat, pounding relentlessly into the bewitching creature under me, needing only to release into her and mark her as mine forever.

“This pussy belongs to me, Joes,” I ground out as I hammered into her. “You hear me? It’s mine.”

She half nodded, as if agreeing with me, but that wasn’t enough.

I pushed every inch of me into her and stopped, leaning over her. “Jo, who does this tight little pussy belong to?” I was out of breath and my voice was low, but the look she gave me said she heard me just fine.

The little minx cocked an eyebrow. “Right now, it belongs to you.”

The words drew a feral response from somewhere inside me, even though I could see the glint of challenge in her eyes. Fuck that. It belonged to me. Always.

I forgot I was trying to keep her hands off me and moved mine to her ass, grabbing her hard and yanking her butt off the bed, driving into her until I couldn’t go any farther, so that there was absolutely no room between us. The sound of my hand colliding with her flesh cut through the room, making her spit out a moaning laugh while her insides clenched me tight.

“Who does this perfect cunt belong to?”

Her lips moved into a grin as fingernails dug into my lower back and clawed their way up. She bit the front of my shoulder, hard enough to make me jump, while clamping onto me on the inside again. Then, smirking, she challenged me with a honey-smooth voice. “Why don’t you show me who my perfect”—clench and release—“tight”—harder squeeze—“little”—release, grasp, release—“pussy belongs to, Matty.”

I shuddered, closing my eyes and biting my lip, desperately trying to hold on. I never came until my partner was satisfied, usually more than once, but Jo and her kegelkunt were destroying every ounce of self-restraint I had. I felt as if I was getting the best blow job I’d ever had, while being fucked senseless at the same time. The sensation was beyond words. I wasn’t ready to come yet, but if she kept it up, I’d blow.

Leaning down, I kissed her. Not like earlier, but slow and tender. I hoped it told her how much I loved her, how there wasn’t a single thing I wouldn’t do for her. She sighed happily, then her hands were back in my hair, holding my face to hers.