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Chapter Nineteen

T he next morning, I wake up to a rather massive boner between my ass cheeks. Egorr hums into my hair, and I can feel his big heart beating faster as I grind my hips against his. It doesn’t take much for me to tilt forward on the bed and his cock to slide between my legs, and he groans when he finds me already wet there.

Unlike last night, it’s easy for him to slip inside me, and he grips my hips tight in his hands as he fills me up. Before long, he’s panting and thrusting feverishly.

“Get on your knees,” Egorr commands, and my skin prickles all over. Once I’m up on my hands and knees, he fucks me hard from behind.

“Please,” I say, bucking against him with every stroke. “Slap my ass.” I want to know I’m his. I want to belong to him completely.

With a grunt of approval, Egorr delivers a slap with his big hand, and I moan as it sends a shudder of pleasure through my body. He gasps.

“Oh, you like that?” he asks mischievously. “Your whole pussy tightened up.”

“I do,” I moan. “I do.”

He fucks me until I’m shivering, my arms collapsed on the bed and my ass up in the air, my skin stinging in the most wonderful way.

“Fill me up, please,” I beg, almost at my breaking point. I reach down to run my finger over my clit because otherwise, my budding orgasm might consume me alive.

Egorr makes a noise that’s almost a snarl as the sensation makes all my muscles clench.

“Yes,” he grunts. “Touch yourself, Maddie. Come around me.”

So I do, frantically fingering myself while he fucks me harder and harder. What sends me over the edge is Egorr’s moan as his cock fattens up inside me, and he sinks deeper than ever, his huge balls slapping my hand with each thrust.

Like some kind of magic trick, we come at the same time, the sound of our pleasure mingling in the air. He thrusts hard once more, filling me up, until his hot cum is dripping down my thighs.

When he slides out of me, Egorr sweeps me up into his arms and carries me to the shower.

“We’d best get you cleaned up,” he says with a smirk.

I giggle. “Aren’t you going to be late for work?”

“Fuck ’em.”

After a thorough, rather sexy shower, he does eventually leave for work, but not before pulling me into his arms so he can kiss me, hard and firm. On his way out the door, I swat his perfect butt.

“You’re taking me out to dinner tonight,” I say. “We have some matters to discuss.”

With an arched eyebrow and a silly grin, Egorr nods agreeably and heads off to work.

* * *

I put on my cutest dress, a pair of heels, and even my favorite gold earrings. Then I curl my hair and sweep it up into an intentionally messy bun with ringlets trailing down. I’m waiting at the table when Egorr comes home, and he freezes at the door when he sees me.

“Oh, wow.” He takes a few steps toward me like he’s not sure he believes it. “You’re hot.”

I flick a curl over my shoulder and grin. “So are you. Now get dressed, I’m starving!”

With a kiss on my forehead, Egorr quickly changes into something fancier, too, and then we’re off.

I’m impatient to start our conversation. We shared some sweet words last night, but I want to know what it all really means—if he’s saying what I think he’s saying. So the moment our wine is poured and our orders are taken by the two-headed dragon in a suit and tie, I reach across the table and take Egorr’s hand.

“I want you to be as clear and straightforward with me as possible,” I say.

Egorr furrows his brow. “Of course.”

“Do you want to get married?” My voice sounds a little less confident than I intended. “Like, for real?”

He blinks, then tilts his head. “Yes? I meant everything I said last night, Maddie. I want a life with you. Forever. I love you.”

I take a few deep breaths so I don’t cry again. Egorr looks worried. “Good. Okay. Because… because I love you, too.” I inhale sharply. “And I wanted to make sure you meant it.”

“Is that what you want, too?”

“Yes!” I bring my voice down when a few other patrons turn to stare at us. “Yes, I absolutely do.” Then I lean forward to whisper. “But just so you know, I do have more clothes. We’re going to need at least one more dresser.”

The smile on Egorr’s face is the biggest smile I’ve ever seen. He gets up out of his chair, then kneels in front of me. Everyone in the restaurant turns to stare, and I can feel when my entire face blooms with red.

“What are you doing?” I whisper.

He shakes his head and shushes me. Then he reaches inside his blazer and pulls out… a box. It’s black velvet, and already I know what he’s going to do.

“Aw, shit,” I say, and the tears break free. “Yes!”

“I didn’t even ask yet,” Egorr says with a hearty chuckle. He clicks open the box and inside is the cutest damn ring I’ve ever seen. It has a pink diamond in the middle in a heart shape. Absolutely the cheesiest, most adorable thing he could have bought, and I love him so much for it.

He knows me. He really knows me.

“Will you be my wife, Maddie?” Egorr asks.

Instead of answering, I throw myself at him, knocking over one of the wineglasses. I ignore it completely as I embrace my ogre, kissing up the side of his big, bare head.

“Absolutely.” I pull away and quirk one eyebrow at him. “But you don’t have a last name. Does that make me Mrs. Egorr?”

He blinks. “Oh. Hmm. It can, if you want.”

I laugh as the waiter comes over to clean up, and I just want Egorr to take me home and fuck me madly again, but I know we have to eat first.

He slips the ring on my finger, and I kiss him with my whole heart.

* * *

We’re like eager, horny teenagers when we get home, our hands exploring each other with wild abandon before we’re even in the front door. Egorr strips off my underwear, and then his own pants, but before he can boss me around, I push him down to the couch.

“Oh?” he asks curiously. He has a wily smirk on his face as I climb up onto his lap, still wearing my dress. I push his cock down between us and slide my pussy along it, getting him good and wet, and teasing my own clit with the head. Egorr’s eyes roll back as I grind myself against him, getting wetter and more worked up.

“Yes, little Maddie,” Egorr groans. “Use me. Take me how you want me.”

Slinging my arms over his shoulders to balance myself, I sit up on my knees and bring him in between them, fitting him right where he needs to be. Egorr cups my ass in his hands as I slide down.

I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of how it feels to join with him again, to feel his big heart beating inside me. Everything is right where it should be—now with bonus engagement ring.

“I can’t believe—” I lift myself up, then sink down again, taking even more of him this time. “—you’re going to be my husband.”

Egorr’s eyes widen, and then he squeezes my ass even tighter. “I am. And you’re going to be my wife.”

I tighten up at his words, and Egorr hums thoughtfully.

“My wife, who I’m going to fuck like this every day,” he says, leaning closer as I raise myself up again. “My wife, who will live in my home and sleep in my bed. Forever.”

I kiss him feverishly, continuing my frantic, hungry movements. But my thighs are tiring out.

“I don’t know how you do this,” I say pathetically. “I need to work on my quads.”

Egorr laughs, then, keeping us still engaged at the hip, flips me over so I’m on my back on the couch.

Then he really goes at me, thrusting into me at a frenetic pace. It’s just what I need, until Egorr reaches down to run his thumb over my clit.

I go from five to one hundred in a few seconds, a surprise climax hitting me square in the face. I moan and clench and desperately grab onto him, but he doesn’t relent.

“I know you can come again,” he murmurs playfully, slowing his thrusts but making them deeper, more intentional. Now he’s rubbing against that place inside me that sends shivers of pleasure up my spine, and it isn’t long before I’m shaking and clamoring nonsense.

When another orgasm hits me, Egorr groans. “Yes, Maddie, choke my cock.” His eyes fall closed as he buries himself once more, and we crest at the same time. Warm cum fills me up, spilling out down my ass.

“Oh, shit, the couch!”

I reach under me to halt the flow as Egorr swiftly withdraws, then runs to the kitchen to grab a paper towel. We’re both laughing as we mop it up, then he fetches fabric cleaner.

After our escapade, we have a little more wine, which leads to even more lecherous touching. After Egorr’s had his way with me again in bed, we lie next to each other in the dim light of the bedside lamp.

“Remember those forging classes we talked about?” I ask, stroking one of Egorr’s tusks.

“I do.”

“What if we went and made our own rings? Wouldn’t that be fun? I’ve heard of people doing that.”

He nods. “I like it. Let’s do it. I’d love to get to make your wedding band. Though I can’t promise it’ll be elegant.”

I kiss his nose. “If it’s from you, I don’t care what it looks like.”

* * *

The next day, Egorr encourages me to move the house around any way I want—even suggesting where my dresser (and my future additional dresser) could go.

“And think about when you want to have the wedding,” he asks casually as he slips out the door. “Talk it over with Celeste.”

I blink, and then he’s gone.

Of course, I call Celeste immediately to tell her the news. When the video call starts, the first thing I do is flash my big pink ring in front of the camera.

“Look!” I gush. “Look!”

“I’m looking,” Celeste answers. “Is that a ring? He put a ring on you?!”

We both burst out into excited giggles. I tell her all about knocking the wine over, and I describe our current sex life as, “If I could get pregnant, I’d be pregnant.”

Celeste snorts into her hand. “He seems like a good fit for you. I’m excited to meet him. When do we pick out your dress?”

We talk over when I should have the wedding, and settle on early September, gambling for weather that’s not too hot and not too cold.

As soon as I’m off the phone, I send Timble a message asking her to get coffee. She had an interview today for a new job, and I hope we can celebrate two successes at the same time.

I must be exuding some new kind of “fiancé” energy, because the moment Timble sees me, she quirks a brow and surveys me from head to toe.

“You look different.”

I flash the ring. “Egorr asked me to marry him!”

She squeals, and I squeal, and then we hug.

“I knew you two could figure it out,” she says as we walk to the coffee shop. “I think you’re exactly what Egorr needed—and he’s what you needed, too.”

And I think that she’s right.