Page 89 of Fix Me Up

“I’ve been writing again,” she announces and I pull back slightly to look into her eyes. She hasn’t written in a while, and to be quite honest, I’ve missed nosing through her little notebook full of smutty fantasies, wondering all the ways that I could bring them to life.

“Tell me more.”

“How about I show you instead?”

“Oh please do, babygirl.”

I let her take the lead. It’s not very often that she does, namely because I like to be in control, but I can’t help but love the way she takes what she wants and isn’t shy about it. Over the years, I’ve found it harder and harder to make her blush the way she used to, and I miss it. She’s more confident now, less self-conscious and a lot less innocent, something that I’ve personally seen to.

She rides me hard and fast, bouncing up and down on my cock and she feels fucking fantastic.

“Marry me,” I blurt out and the words are out of my mouth before I can stop them.

She freezes above me, her chest heaving as she pants for breath, her eyes wide. “W-What?”

“It’s not exactly the proposal I was planning, and it kinda just slipped out, but what d’ya say, baby? You wanna get married?”

She stares down at me in utter shock as her eyes slowly fill with tears. “I... I don’t know what to say...”

“Say yes. Say that you’ll be my wife. My heart lies and dies with you, babygirl.”

Her mouth stretches into a smile as a tear escapes. “Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes. Yes! I’ll marry you!”

I sit up, my cock still buried in her pussy and I attack her mouth, my tongue slipping inside to tangle with hers.

Fuck, I could cry.

Until I met Amy, love and marriage was off the table and the furthest thing from my mind, but now I see that I was fooling myself, because this is exactly where I’m supposed to be.

“I love you, Logan,” she moans into my mouth and a groan rumbles up from my chest as she begins to rock her hips back and forth.

“I love you too, baby. You and me, we’re gonna make magic together.”

The End.