Page 208 of The Coldest: Stay Dangerous Part 2

“Aight, aight. Snow, will you–”

“YES! PUT THAT FUCKIN’ RING ON MY MUTHAFUCKIN’ FINGER!”

I flinch from how loud she just screamed, but I gather my bearings enough to slide it on her left hand. A perfect fit.

She squeals again, laying back to kick her feet in the air. “Oh my fucking God! Rico! You did your absolute biggest one! OMG! Okay–go take your shirt off and stand by my mirror. The sooner I take my engagement picture, the sooner I can suck ya meat to the BONE!”

I stand, chuckling as I slide my shirt off. “I don’t think that’s how it goes.”

“Whatever nigga.” She grins as she flicks me off with her new iced out finger, before rolling off the bed and meeting me at the mirror.

Placing me just how she wants, I curl into her, sucking on her neck as she drapes her left hand near my tattoo and taking as many pictures as she thinks she needs.

I slip my hand into her pants, sliding all the way to grip her pussy from the back. She’s soaked, and I know it’s not from me sucking her neck.

“You love your ring, huh?”

She leans back, and I slide my other hand down the front of her pants.

“Love is in understatement,” she moans. With all her energy, Snow shows me the picture she’s most proud of.

I have to stop fingering her. “Damn. That’s fire. Tag me when you post it.”

When she tries to lock her phone, I start digging her out again. “Nah, bae. Post that shit now. Everyone need to know you out the game.”

“Rico,” she whines, but she unlocks her phone, and posts it on her story, just as I place another finger inside of her. “Don't stop, please.”

“I’m not gon’ stop, baby. How can I? You hear how messy you’re getting? You love being a fiancée, huh?”

“Yours,” she whimpers, dropping her phone onto the ground. “Your fiancée.”

“You said you wasn’t mine in the kitchen. You changed your mind?” Her pussy smacks so lewdly as I take her higher and higher.

She squeezes my fingers as she comes, shouting yes over and over until she falls into me.

I have to lick my fingers before picking her up. “Fuck, you taste so good,” I groan, walking us back to her bed. In no time both of our clothes are off. She’s so blissed out, she doesn’t even ask me why I’m freshly showered, her paranoid ass always asking to smell my dick.

Maybe she’s finally learning to trust me.

I don’t think about it too long as I place wet kisses down her body, until I’m back at my favorite place. Her left hand cradles my head, her body arching when I suck her clit into my mouth. My fingers push back into her tight heat, and I ring out another orgasm from her.

I wanna go all night. I really do. But I can’t wait any longer.

Her back isn’t even on the bed yet before I’m sliding home, interlocking our fingers and pressing her hands above her head.

My pace is brutal, damn near knocking the lining out of her pussy as I thrust over and over again.

“Open your eyes baby.”

They pop open, unfocused and glazed with lust before finding me. What else I find makes my heart squeeze.

“I love you, Wynter Snow Alvarez.”

Her pussy clings to me, milking me with each stroke.

“I love you, Richard Ayaan Alvarez.”

I let go of her hands to cup her head, and bring my lips to hers. Her hands dig into my back like her heels dig into my ass. I slow my pace, but still drive as deep as I can into her. Digging her out in a way only I could. Hitting every spot I’ve ever tagged.