Page 45 of Such a Sweet Girl
‘As real as the ground we stand on. As real as the way I’ve been totally, insanely obsessed with you since the moment I met you. As real as the fact I know, deep inside me, that I cannot live without you. Here, or in America.’
She gave a sniffle, her lips breaking into a smile.
‘And I want you to be my wife, Francesca. Forever. Me and you against the world.’
My stomach churned while I waited for an answer, desperately hoping she would say yes. Needing her to say yes.
‘I love the shit out of you, Alex.’
She pressed herself to me, her tongue in my mouth in a heated, passionate kiss. I lost myself in her, threading my fingers into her hair as she gasped. Forcing me back against the wall, her touches grew messier, needier. Pulling her soggy skirt up, and unzipping my trousers, she pulled me inside her.
We moaned in unison, my hips thrusting in quick, harsh jerks.
‘Francesca,’ I murmured against her lips.
‘Yes,’ she said, wrapping her boots around my ass and pulling me tighter.
‘Will you be my wife? I need to know who I’m fucking.’
‘Yes.’ Her voice was a desperate whimper. ‘I want to marry you. Now fuck me already.’
I didn’t need to be told again. With a surge of pure joy rising in me, I turned us around, bending Frankie over one of the rickety tables. Sliding inside her, I filled her pretty cunt, stretching her wide with my dick. It never failed to excite me seeing her pussy stretched to bursting for me. And I’d have her as mine for the rest of our lives.
‘Mine.’Thrust.‘My wife.’Thrust. ‘Mine forever.’
