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"Oh my sweet angel, did you really think I was going to give it to you so easily? Anyways, when I let you cum, it's going to be from my cock, not my fingers."
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Fuck, my woman couldn't be any more perfect, my woman, my fiance, my soon-to-be wife.
I thought I was going to pass out or drop dead waiting to ask her to marry me, I've never been so nervous in my life, not even for my first professional fight.
Holding her in my arms, in our house, felt right, this is where she needs to be every night. I dreamt of coming home from training, to find her in our house, doing whatever the fuck she pleased, sometimes it was painting some abstract idea on one of the walls.
Sometimes it was her watching some shitty tv reality show she enjoys so much and I say I don't but I truly do, but admittedly, most of the time it was her greeting me at the door with nothing on.
"Have you ever thought about what you'd want at your wedding?" I ask looking down as she lays her head on my chest, she repositions herself so she lays there looking back at me, her fingers mindlessly tracing the tattoos on my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps with every touch.
"Not really, I never thought the day would come, that someone would want to spend their life with me" she replies just above a whisper, my poor angel, the world had been so unkind to her, it only urged me to make the rest of her life heaven on earth.
"But I was thinking.." She begins before trailing off, a soft smile laces her lips as she shakes her head "Never mind", I sigh at her, "Don't make me give you a strike" I smirk, she rolls her eyes at me, strike one angel.
"I want it to be in Ireland, so your family can come. I want to meet them properly and I don't want your nan travelling so far" She says holding eye contact with me, my heart melts at her words. She could have chosen anywhere in the world and yet she thought of Ireland.
"You could pick Bora Bora and I'd make it happen angel" I laugh, "Hmmm, that could be the honeymoon, but I'm pretty set on Ireland" She smirks, "Whatever you want baby, just tell me and it will happen".
A knock at the front door drew our attention away from each other, "Are you expecting someone?" She asks getting onto her knees, her perfectly naked body on display for me, fuck the door I need her now.
"Nope" I hum sitting up before pushing her onto her back and bringing my lips down to her neck, my hand slides from her ribs down to her waist giving it a tight squeeze as I lick, suck and bite at her soft flesh. I cup her pussy and apply pressure as she begins to grind against it, still so needy, I fucking love it.
"Oh fuck" She moans as her hips move faster, more erratic.
The knocking sound from the front door starts again as she groans when I move my hand away and get up, "Give me 10 seconds angel" I sigh kissing her forehead before trying to hide the fucking bulge in my pants, this better be important.
