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Love and Candy Canes M.K. Moore 2022/8/3 13:52:01

“Savannah Hayley Echols, will you marry me?” I don’t even hesitate, tears are streaming down my face. Remembering Eralandis’ advice, I follow my heart. The heart that chose him the second I looked up at his imposing form on the beach.

“Yes.” He slides the ring on my finger and it’s a perfect fit. “Is this Candy Cane Delight?” I ask, curious.

“No. It has a new flavor and even more candy cane then before. We are going to sell it from Black Friday to Christmas Eve.

“What’s it called now?” I ask. I have to know.

“Savannah’s Dream,” he says quietly. He shows me the new label and it’s pink and black, my favorite colors. I have never felt so…cherished before.

“I love you,” I say kissing him.

“I love you, too. More than I ever thought possible.” I smile at that and kiss him again, but right now I need to eat this. It looks so fucking good.

“I need a spoon. It’s been so long since I’ve had this deliciousness.” I am so excited about this. Is that sad? Excited about ice cream… is that a thing adult do? Oh, well. I don’t care. This is my jam.

“I’ve got you covered,” he says pulling a spoon out of his pocket. He spoons up a bite and feeds it to me. I moan, savoring the flavors. After every bite, he kisses me then removes one article of clothing from each of us. About halfway through the pint, I am so wet and achy that I refuse any more. He sets it down and runs his cold fingers down my chest before hitting my pussy. My clit is throbbing, needing his touch. He is amazing. I love him. I am going to be his wife. Leaning back on the couch, I let him have his way with me. He works me up into a frenzy and I need him. I grab his cock and place it at my opening.

“I love you, Savannah,” he says.

“I love you, too.” I know his game now. I know what he needs to hear, and I’ll happily shout it from the rooftops.

He slides into me slowly. He is making love to me, and it brings more tears to my eyes.

“Don’t cry, baby,” he says stopping his torturous movements.

“I can’t help it, but please don’t stop.” I all but beg. Over and over he slides in and out of me, saying every dirty thing that comes to mind. I’m insane right now. He pulls out of me so suddenly that I dig my nails into hard. I feel blood, but I can’t bring myself to care. He’s done this to me. I am crazed and there’s no one to blame but him.

I can’t believe that I get to marry this man. He makes me feel things I didn’t know was possible. He slams back into me like a man possessed. I am moaning and writhing on the bed like a freaking porn star. I might have been a virgin, but I know things. Lots of things that I can’t wait to do with him. Only him.

“There is no way I can stop loving you, baby. No way at all. I am going to fill you with my seed, breed you.”

“Yeah? Do it. Do it. I need that. Give me babies.”

“Done,” he says fucking me harder. I reach between us and rub my clit hard and fast. We come together and I feel the heat of his release. There is so much, there is no way I didn’t get pregnant.

Later when he’s asleep, I just stare at him like a creeper. I can’t believe how much I love him and how much I am looking forward to being his wife and the mother of his children. I rub my lower belly affectionately. I am already dreaming of babies and nursery rhymes before I even drift off to sleep.

The day we’re getting married started like any other, however it is infinitely better than any day before. Two weeks of knowing her and today is the day that she becomes mine forever. We are getting married on the beach we met. The permit for that was costly, but so worth it.

Six o’clock comes and our guests are all seated. The music starts up and Paris, her sister whom I met last night is walking down the aisle. Her black cocktail dress is elegant and fits right in with the wedding theme. Apparently, Savannah doesn’t have many friends, so I just have Fredrich as my best man. When the wedding march begins, I look up and meet her eyes. She looks gorgeous in her floor length white lace gown. It’s a halter are her arms are bare. It’s completely inappropriate that I have a hard-on just staring at her, but it is what it is. Every time I see her, I have this need to be buried deep inside of her, trying my damndest to alleviate this never-ending lust. I have come to the conclusion that that will never fucking happen.