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“Hey,” Dustin says to me.

“Hello!” I reply. “What’s going on with you fellas tonight? It’s not my birthday. What’s with all the weird looks?”

Then, Dustin gets down onto one knee, moving his hands to reveal that he is holding a tiny jewelry box.

“Oh my God,” I gasp.

“Megan, I’ve got a question I need to ask you,” says Dustin. “I’ve been thinking about it for a bit now, and it’s going to kill me if I don’t just ask.”

He opens the case to reveal a stunning diamond engagement ring. I clasp my chest, bewildered by what I am seeing. He holds the ring out, awaiting my response anxiously.

“I love you, Megan,” says Dustin. “I love our little family, I love how you are with my two handsome little men over there, and above all, you’ve made me want to be truly happy again.

“So, what do you say? Will you marry me, Megan?”

I nod furiously, happily giving him my hand to slide the ring on my finger.

“Yes,” I say through tears. “Yes, I will marry you.”

The ring goes right on my finger perfectly, fitting like it is destiny. I leap up into his arms, hugging and kissing my fiancé joyfully.

I turn from Dustin to his growing boys, the young children who may very well become like my own. I get on my knees and take both of them in my arms.

“What do you say?” I ask them both. “Can I marry your dad?”

I pull them in closer for a big hug, squeezing them tight. I can’t wait to start my life as Dustin’s wife and stepmom to his beautiful children.

After the boysare put to bed, Dustin and I retreat to our bedroom. We close the door behind us, and instantly, we are all over each other.

We sit in bed for several minutes, just kissing and touching one another. It almost feels like I am touching a different man. Even though he is still the Dustin Walker he always has been, knowing that he is my fiancé now makes our intimacy even better.

Our hands are always travelling, and our kisses only become more intense and passionate as the night goes on. We rip each other’s clothes off, making sure to massage and fondle every part of our anatomies as they become revealed. I feel like I can cream for him at any minute. I’m so enraptured that I honestly feel like it is too much. Which means the sex is going to be incredible.

First, I want to taste him and give him oral pleasures before we partake in our dance. I put his thick, throbbing cock deep into my mouth, letting it hit the back of my throat. He will sometimes thrust up into my mouth so that he can force his meat farther down my gullet, letting my drool and his pre-cum act as a fine lubricant on his shaft.

Then, he pushes me over onto my side so that he can get easy access to me. While I suck on his cock, lick up and down his fat tip, and massage his fat balls, he begins to reciprocate while I work. He plays with my wet walls and licks up and down my glistening clit, focusing right on my sweet spot, driving me wild and making me tremble.

Before either of us can release, he stops me from sucking his big dick and moves his lips and hands away from my wet hole. He moves me so that I’m down on my back. I open my legs for him, hoping that he wastes no time. Thankfully, my wish comes true.

He climbs on top of me and fucks me with his long, hard cock. He fucks me so hard that I can’t even find the stamina or will to exclaim his name. He is drilling into me with such fervor that I think he might break me if we aren’t careful.

I think he might reach down and play with my breasts as they move up and down with his powerful moves. Instead, he reaches down and grabs onto a handful of my hair and pulls while he pushes himself farther into me. I try to reach and pullhishair, but I am powerless to his dominance.

I begin moaning louder than I know I should. I try biting down on my tongue and my lips, trying to keep it in. When he see how I am struggling, he puts his hand in my mouth so that I can express my mind-altering sounds. I bite his fingers, suck on them, and moan into them as his weapon continues to strike forward into me.

When I am ready to cum, I grab onto his arms and use them to hold myself steady while I writhe for him. I tighten around him and begin grinding into him, which tells him all he needs.

He picks up in speed, fucking me until he causes cream to shoot out of me and all over his cock and his bed. I don’t even have time to survey the mess I’ve made before he is ready for his turn.

I climb on top of him and he has me ride him. He keeps his hands on my ass, smacking my cheeks and running his fingers up along my thighs so that he can give me chills while I give him my cunt.

I look down at him as I bounce on his dick, staring into the eyes of the man who is to be my husband one day. I can’t believe how far we’ve come.

I kiss his lips, wondering if we might ever have children of our own someday. I’m on the pill, but I can easily get off it. The more I’ve fallen in love with his kids, the more I want to have my own with him. I don’t know how Mason or Austin would feel about having a new baby brother or sister, but I hope they will know I’m not trying to replace them.

I ride him so hard that we come together. He shoots his hot load far up into me and I make more of a mess on his sheets. He grabs onto my breasts while he empties his contents, and I moan and collapse onto him.

I fall off him and we lie in bed together, snuggling up under the covers and holding each other close. It is a cold night, and even with our hot bodies and their beating hearts, we need each other for warmth.