Yes Please || c.g. {complete}

Wildin

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.Carl.

Layla's surprise had turned out awesome. Everything was perfect, except I hadn't considered the fact that a house full of people made it a little more difficult to bang.

Not impossible, though, because she and I definitely left her own damn birthday party to sneak upstairs in our own damn house and have sex.

She was giggling as I led her down the hallway. I felt like I was in high school again, sneaking off like this. I opened the door to our bedroom and flipped a light on, and she gasped as she entered and took it all in.

"Oh, Carl, it's amazing," she gushed, looking from the bed to the dresser to the heaps of clothes. Obviously there was work yet to be done, but everything was here.

I wrapped my arms around her tummy from behind. "We didn't get to everything, but-"

"You've done more than enough," she cut in, reaching her hand up to stroke my cheek. "Thank you so much."

I turned her in my arms and began kissing her. I loved moving slow with her, but I knew we had to be quick. I began backing her toward the bed as she moved her hands to unbuckle my belt.

Once she was seated on the edge of the bed, I hiked her dress up her thighs as she unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. I hissed as she freed me from my boxers and began to stroke.

"Lie down, baby," I murmured, gripping her hips and lining myself up with her as I stood next to the bed.

She grinned as she lay back, and I dug my fingers into her hips as I thrust into her.

"Fuck!" she gasped.

"Yes," I groaned. Jesus, she felt so fucking good.

My strokes were hard and fast, and though Layla tried, she couldn't keep quiet. I smirked at her as she held her hand over her mouth.

"They can't hear us," I breathed. "Be loud," I coaxed her as I moved my thumb between her legs and began to rub circles.

"Holy shit!" she cried, bucking into me.

"That's my girl," I grinned.

Within moments, her breaths were coming in short, shallows bursts, and I felt her tightening around me. Her high-pitched moans filled the room as she shuddered beneath me.

I felt my own release coming, and I gasped and swore as it jolted through me.

"Wow, this was hot," Layla breathed, staring up at me with her hair fanned around her head and her chest heaving.

I smirked. "I guess we need to get back to our party guests."

She grinned and I helped her fix her dress and pulled her back up to stand in front of me.

As I fixed my pants, I realized I'd never taken my gift for her out of them (minus what I'd just given her). I pulled the little box out of my pocket. "I almost forgot," I smiled as I handed it to her.

She looked at me with surprise. "What is this?"

"Your birthday present," I laughed.

Her eyes were wide. "Carl, you've done way too much for me already. Plus, what I got just now is more than enough," she winked.

"Baby, you get the D all the time, that doesn't count," I winked back.

She smirked and looked back at the little box.

.....

.Layla.

He'd already asked me to marry him, so I knew it wasn't an engagement ring. By the size of the box, though, it was definitely jewelry.