“Yes!” she cries. “Yes, Amos, I want to be your wife. I love you so much. I was so worried that you didn’t feel this crazy fast love like I did. I assumed the worst. I should’ve talked to you, but I was just so scared.”
I pull her in for a kiss, silencing her. She kisses me back, enthusiastically. I'm so lost in our kisses and touches that I’m not exactly sure how it happens, but we are both naked, and she’s got her lips wrapped tight around my hard cock. She sucks me deep, choking a little at my length. Her little fist moves up and down, the strokes feel like heaven, but not nearly as good as her mouth.
She’s working my cock like she wants my come. I grip her hair tight, thrusting up into her mouth, unable to control myself. My balls draw up tight, and I can feel my come begging to be released. I pull her away before I lose it. She gasps and whimpers, sticking her tongue out to lick the drop of precome from my tip.
“I’m coming in that sweet little pussy of yours,” I growl.
She moans, crawling up my body with bright, excited eyes. My eyes nearly cross when she rubs her wet slit over my cock, spreading her sweet honey all over me. That’s not what I want either. I want her to come all over my face. I want to drink her down.
I grab her hips and lift her, placing her down right on my face. “Ride my face, sweets. Ride my face and give me that cream.”
“I’ve never… I’m too…”
I slap my hand on her ass before she can make a comment about being too big. It’s utter bullshit. I love her curves. She moans at the impact of my hand on her perfect ass then slowly lowers herself to my lips. Impatient for her, I grip her ass and bring her to my mouth. She nearly collapses at the first swipe of my tongue. I lick and suck at her sweet little clit until she’s crying out, then start fucking her with my tongue like I’m going to with my cock.
“Oh my God!” she squeals as her orgasm builds. “Amos… Amos… oh, please!” she chants my name and begs for release. I grip her ass tight and pull her down onto me, sucking her clit hard. Her entire body shakes as she orgasms in a hot rush.
I roll us so that I’m on top and positioned between her legs. Her pussy swollen pink and wetter than I’ve ever seen. I stroke her clit with the head of my cock, and she twitches and whimpers.
“Sensitive?” I ask with a smirk. All she can do is nod as she tries to catch her breath. “Good. I’m going to fuck you now, wife.”
“Yes… fuck me, husband.”
I sink into her inch by inch, filling her with every bit of my thick cock. Her pussy pulses around me until I’m using every trick in the book to stave off my own orgasm. I thrust into her hard and fast, rubbing her clit with my fingers until she’s screaming my name and clenching around me. There’s no holding back. I bury myself deep and come harder than I ever have, then collapse next to her. She rolls into my arms, laying her head over my pounding heart.
“I love you, Amos. I’m sorry I freaked out.”
“It’s okay, my love. Just talk to me next time. I hope you know I would never do anything to hurt you. You’re my heart. My purpose.”
We’ve barely gotten dressed when the sound of a key in the lock comes from the backdoor. Leanne walks in and looks at the kitchen then us. She gives Margo a sly smile then looks at the kitchen again, a little horrified by the mess.
“What happened here?” she finally asks.
“Just a little misunderstanding,” Margo responds.
“With the kitchen?” She looks incredulous as she moves toward the counter full of cupcakes. Her focus narrows in what looks like a chocolate cupcake with chocolate icing. “What’s this?” she asks Margo.
“Umm… apparently sadness bakes happiness. It’s a triple chocolate cupcake filled with strawberry cream and topped with chocolate fudge icing. And it’s sinfully good. The best thing I’ve ever made, I think.”
Even though it’s five in the morning, Leanne eagerly picks up one of the cakes and takes a huge bite. Her eyes practically roll back in her head at the flavors. Curious, I grab my own cupcake and take a bite. It’s delicious. Beyond delicious.
“This is amazing, wife. Like really fucking good,” I say around another bite.
Margo’s cheeks heat in a blush when Leanne looks at her finger then back at me, quickly putting the pieces together that we are engaged for real this time. “Thanks.”
“I want two dozen for the diner,” I demand.
She laughs and waves a hand in front of the counter full of cupcakes. “Take your pick. We have dozens of different kinds. I also made a banana parfait cupcake with white chocolate frosting, a burnt sugar cupcake with vanilla cream icing, and pumpkin spice for fall…”
Leanne and I both look at her in awe. “You created four new cupcake flavors in one night?”
She shrugs, “Like I said, sadness bakes happiness.”
I shake my head, pulling her close. “Well, you better hope that you get creative happy because that’s all you’re going to be from now on.”
She smiles that bright, beautiful smile I love so much, then turns to Leanne. “You’re in charge. I’m going home with my future husband.”
Leanne looks at the kitchen then back at us. With a defeated sigh, she waves us away. “Don’t worry boss, I’ll clean up.”
“Thanks.”
Fifteen minutes later, we are at home, and I’m throwing my future wife over my shoulder as I carry her up to the house.
“Put me down, you big oaf!” Margo shouts, slapping at my butt as I carry her.
“No way. It’s tradition to carry the bride over the
