She followed him up the dirt driveway to the front door. He pulled out his keys and opened the door. He flipped on a light just inside the door and a very large living room was illuminated. The inside was unfinished. There was sheetrock on the walls but no painting had been done and it appeared that the floor was done other than choosing either carpet or hardwood.
“I wasn’t sure what to say. And now I know. This has been my dream home for a very long time now. It took me years to draw up the plans and decide exactly where I wanted everything to go. I was going to hire an interior decorator to do the inside but I never could decide on one. But it doesn’t matter now.” He went down on one knee and Daphne felt her throat clench and butterflies take flight in her stomach.
“Daphne Brooks, I want you to marry me. I want this to be our dream home, where you help me pick out all of the colors and carpets and furniture. Everything. I want you to be a part of this. I want you to be a permanent part of my life. I love you. I don’t ever want to stop loving you. This place has enough rooms to have children. Lots of children, if that’s what you want. I want to give everything to you. I want to give it all to you. So what to do you say, Ms. Brooks, will you marry me?” Trent gripped her hand and Daphne couldn’t speak. She felt tears begin to stream down her cheeks as her throat clogged, so she just nodded instead.
He whooped before he picked her up and twirled her around in them empty room. He set her down and smashed his lips against hers. When he came up for air, Daphne began to laugh.
“Oh Mr. Bradshaw, I do love you. This is so crazy. But I don’t want anyone else. You have always been the man for me.” She brought his lips down to hers once more and buried her fingers in his hair. She felt an overwhelming happiness build up inside her stomach as she let Trent take control of the kiss. Then it switched from just a kiss to a fire as their desire for each other blossomed.
“Daphne let me take you home.” Trent tried to restrain her hands as she began to unbutton his fly, but he wasn't trying very hard.
“This is home. And I love you. I need you.” Daphne unbuttoned her own jeans and slid them down her legs, taking her panties with them.
She freed his cock from his jeans, before sinking down in front of him. She lowered her mouth onto him. He was hard and salty under her tongue as she bobbed her head up and down, then used her other hand to stroke his balls. He only let her complete a few strokes before he jerked her to her feet and picked her up in his arms. He walked to the wall and pressed her against the sheetrock.
He ran his fingers through her slit just once and she threw her head back. Then his fingers were replaced with his cock as he slammed into her. Daphne felt her climax hit the instant he was in her pussy to the hilt. She gripped his shoulders as he pounded into her repeatedly as her orgasm continued on and on.
When it finally stopped, he was gazing at her face as he slowed his strokes. He gave her a fierce kiss before he stroked her clit once, twice, and then began to pump again. “Come again. Come with me, baby.”
Daphne climaxed again as she felt his cum spurt inside of her pussy. She heard him scream her name and she buried her face against his chest.
They stayed like that for a long time, until Trent began to stroke her hair and she looked up at him.
“You have changed my life forever, Daphne. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”
“I love you too, Trent.” Daphne hugged him to her and curled her hands in his hair. In that moment, she had never been more thankful that she had run away from him all those years ago because she never would have been able to run into his arms today. She never would have become the woman she had grown into and she never would have returned home to Ambrosia and the love of her life.