“I love it when you tell me what you want,” I say, my cock so hard I can feel the soft threads of my surprise starting to dig into the skin around the base of my shaft.
“I love it when you’re inside of me.” Libby reaches for my boxers again. “I’ve been wet for you all day. It turns out birthday parties make me frisky.”
“Then we’ll arrange to have one at least once a month. Maybe twice.” I sit back on my heels, just out of her reach. Things may be going a little faster than I planned, but I still intend to be the one doing the big reveal. “But before I fuck you, Libby, I want to show you what I’ve been working on.”
“What you’ve been…” Her words trail off and her brows shoot up as I pull down my boxer briefs, revealing my surprise. A second later, Libby starts to laugh—really, really hard—but this doesn’t faze my cock in the least because it is completely prepared for and thrilled by her laughter.
“Oh my God, what is that?” She pushes up onto her elbows to get a better look at my cock decoration. “Is that a bull?”
“It is a bull.” I watch Libby’s face as she surveys my latest crocheted creation with another giggle, waiting for the moment when she realizes why I chose to make a sock puppet bull to put on my cock.
Yes, I’m crazy, but there is a method to my madness.
“Is this because you want me to take your bull by the horns?” She runs a teasing finger up my shaft, toward the face of the bull. “Or do you…” She trails off again, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she sees what I’ve used to make the ring through the bull’s nose.
“Jesus, Justin.” Her wide-eyed gaze jerks up to meet mine. “Is that what I think it is?”
“If you think it’s an engagement ring that I stitched into a bull sock puppet that I crocheted for my dick because I wanted to do something special for the woman I want to marry more than I’ve ever wanted anything, then yes. Yes, it is.”
Libby’s eyes fill with tears as she reaches both arms toward me. “You lunatic, yes! Oh my God, yes!”
I go into her arms, kissing her hard and deep, so happy I can’t keep from smiling. But that doesn’t keep me from kissing her some more as I pull the bull from my cock and nudge Libby’s thighs apart. I want that ring on her finger, but I need to be inside her first, to feel her tight and wet around me and know that I’m never going to have to say good-bye to any part of her, body or soul.
“Yes,” she cries out as I push deep, filling her completely. “Yes, yes, yes.”
“My new favorite word.” I groan as she grips my ass and pulls me even closer, deeper, digging her nails into my tight muscles. “Damn, Libby, you feel so good.”
“It’s still better every time,” she says, moving with me as I begin to thrust in and out, riding her slow and easy, wanting to make it last. “I love you so much.”
“So much,” I echo, kissing her sweet lips.
And then I flip us both over and show her how much by making love to her breasts with my mouth, licking and sucking and biting as she grinds on top of me until she’s panting and moaning and seconds away from losing control.
“Yes, Libby. Fuck, yes, baby. Come for me,” I beg. And when she goes, I grab her beautiful ass and pin her tight to me, nudging her clit with my pubic bone again and again, drawing out her pleasure until my cock is soaked with her juices and she’s trembling on top of me, boneless and breathless.
Only then do I roll us back over and fuck her hard, slamming between her soft thighs, taking my gorgeous girl until the pressure hits critical mass and I explode. I come crying out her name, the only name I ever want on my lips when I’m drowning in pleasure, as my cock pulses thick and heavy, milked dry by Libby’s slick, tight, utterly enchanting pussy.
Afterward, we have a little trouble finding Ferdinand—the name Libby decides to give the cock puppet—and I start to have a minor heart attack, but we finally locate the bull and the ring shoved deep under the covers at the end of the bed. With a sharp tug, I break the thread tying the ring into the puppet’s nose, and slide it onto Libby’s finger.
“It’s beautiful.” She holds it up, wiggling her fingers until the diamond sparkles in the candlelight. “And I will treasure Ferdinand forever and ever. Though we’ll definitely have to hide anything that looks like a toy, but has ever been on your cock, from the kids.”
“Agreed.” I sigh, running my hand lazily up and down her bare thigh as we lie side by side, staring up at the symbol of our decision to make a life and a family together. “So I assume that means you want kids, too? Guess we should have talked about that before I popped the question.”