Page 52 of Pretty

Each student revealed a beautiful portrait of flowers they had each painted that formed a word. They spelled out “Will you marry me?”

After each painting was revealed, he spoke into the microphone. “Pretty, will you marry me?”

I shrieked. “Yes!” and ran to the stage as everyone laughed, applauded, and cheered around us.

He met me on the steps of the stage and lifted me into his arms. We kissed, and the whistles grew louder as we deepened the kiss.

“Hey! That’s my daughter!” I heard my father call out in warning, which made everyone laugh harder.

Drew carried me to the stage, and he placed a beautiful platinum engagement ring on my finger. It had a two-and-a-half-carat diamond and ten diamonds on one side of the diamond and ten on the other side, creating a crescent shape. It was stunning.

“Oh my God. It’s so beautiful, Drew!”

Everyone rushed onto the stage to congratulate us and to see the ring. “Damn, girl. Can your finger hold up that big rock?” Chloe asked.

I shook my head and rolled my eyes. “You’re doing too much, sis.”

“Girl, that ring is doing!” Lauren squealed.

“Glad you got someone on your level, big sis,” Maxime declared.

We laughed, and I turned my attention to the other guests who congratulated us. My heart was so full, and I thanked God that He allowed me to be healed and whole so that I could accept love in my life again. At twenty-nine, I was too young to be giving up on marriage and a family, but Drew had shown me I didn’t need to.

“Damn, girl. You feel so fucking good. I don’t want to pull out,” Drew murmured in my ear.

I couldn’t find the words to let him know that I didn’t want him to either; I could barely breathe, let alone speak. Everything that he was giving me was exactly what I needed. All of him, every single inch, filling me up and stroking the throbbing places within was the answer to my prayers.

I clenched my legs around his muscular back, and I squeezed tightly. Even when I pumped my hips upward, my legs tightened around him to ensure we stayed connected. I refused to let go because it felt too good. I wouldn’t let go of his body, the encounter, or even the orgasm that catapulted me to the edge. Why should I?

Drew gave me everything that my soul, my heart, and my body needed. He pushed up with his beautiful, powerful arms covered in tattoos and hovered over me. I looked down the expanse of his chest, slick with sweat like someone poured baby oil on it, and my eyes rested on that juncture, that place where his body connected to mine. He was such a beautiful specimen in all his glory—the narrow triangle of his waist and curly pubic hairs that grazed my own with each stroke and swivel of his hips. That long, beautiful appendage that he dipped into me mesmerized me; that singular appendage that kept us connected made my mouth water.

My shoulders were firmly planted against the bed as he held my lower body within his arms and took pleasure in driving into me. My muscles clenched around him, but it did nothing to slow him down. I felt myself on the brink of another orgasm, but I wasn’t ready. He knew it, and his eyes pinned me in place, daring me to let go.

He awakened new sensations in me as he pummeled me, faster and faster. I knew my body would be sore in the morning, but I didn’t care. He kissed the base of my throat softly before he lay above me, closing the space between us. I felt all of him inside of me. Body to body, his nuts slapped against me, bringing a new heat that had not been there before.

My legs clasped around his back, needing the closeness we shared that allowed us to speak a language unheard by anyone other than ourselves. The depth of his thick dick filled up my insides. I swiveled my hips, my behind grinding into the sheets. His jaw clenched as he struggled to contain himself.

Just when I thought I was about to bring him to his knees, he pulled out and flipped me over onto my stomach.

“Not yet.” His warm breath against my ear tickled as he lay on top of me. His hands grasped my ass and pulled it apart, nudging my legs apart as well. This time when Drew entered me, he did so with more force than before, reaching his fingers underneath me to stroke my kitty.

“When I stroke that kitty, let her purr for me, baby.”

“Ahhh!” The explosion was so close, and the sweet relief of what he was doing to my body only compelled me closer to the edge. He had once again taken the upper hand, forcing me to be the one to surrender first.

My breasts moved up and down in swift movements underneath me with every thrust he gave. Needing to bring him the release that I had already experienced, I reached between us and stroked his balls.

The pumping movements he had been making before grew more unchoreographed, less defined. I knew I had him. Clenching my thighs tight, I rolled my hips again, releasing soft purrs and begging him to “make this pussy cum now.”

Within seconds, I could feel his body grow still above my own. His fingers that had been stroking my lips before, were now holding onto them tightly. After several seconds, his fingers stroked my lips again and then dipped inside my entrance, to match the rhythm of his dick within me.

My breathing sped up, like Drew’s, and I was not able to fight the feeling any longer. It was what we were both seeking, what we had both come here to find.

He turned me onto my side to face him. “As long as I have your love, baby, I don’t need another championship or victory. Your love is so much more than all that.”

“I love you, Drew.”

“Not even a tenth of as much as I love you,” he whispered.