Page 153 of From Drummer to Gamer

As soon as she recovered, she quickly lifted her hips and knelt before me. Her delicate fingers pumped my thick dick, her yellow diamond engagement ring catching the light.

Only months after we’d been together, I popped the question. I didn’t care if it was too soon or if she was too young. She was mine either way.

Her lips closed around my dick, her eyes going straight to me. And I growled, fisting her hair as I painted the insides of her mouth with my cum.

Her eyes gleamed as she sucked every last drop of me.

That little fiend loved it.

“I love you,” she mumbled as I tugged her back to me, and she crashed on my chest.

“Love you, firecracker.” I softly patted her velvety hair.

“Do you think we’re getting married this year?” She tilted her chin toward me, smiling.

“No idea,” I grumbled. “But I think I’m going to be kidnapping you to Vegas soon.”

She giggled. “Oh, come on, let them have their fun.”

“Yeah, I know, but I’m losing my patience,” I muttered, to which she only giggled harder

Right after our engagement, we let my mom and Victoria plan our wedding because Sierra and I didn’t really care about the planning. And that was almost a year and a half ago, and they were still planning because they wanted a big, grand, perfect wedding.

“Who cares when we get married? I’m yours anyway.”

“That you are, Ms. Sierra Chan.” I kissed her nose.

She grinned. “Yours, Mr. Matty Evans.”

My firecracker burst into my life loudly, brightly, and unapologetically.

Bursting through all the order, rules, and discipline I created to exist.

But now, I exist for her.

Loving her made me the greatest.

THE END