Page 41 of She's Mine

“No. Ranching, it’s in my blood. I don’t own my ranch, but this, working for someone, that is. I’m a good hard worker, Raven. I’ll provide for you and for our kids.”

“Is that a proposal?”

“I thought it was a given that we were getting married.”

She rested her head on his chest, looking up at him. “Are you kidding? That is no way a proposal. That sucks as a proposal.”

“I just took your virginity, and I’ve been with your dad. Didn’t you get that I was going to marry you?”

“No! I didn’t. Usually a woman likes something romantic, and something … memorable.”

He chuckled. Drew had a plan on proposing to her. He was just waiting for the ring to be delivered to her father’s place, which should be arriving next week. His mother had given him the ring that his father had given to her. With his mother’s arthritis, the ring was too small, and so he’d taken it to a jeweler to get sized for Raven’s finger.

There was a plan in motion. He just had to wait.

“Anyway, lack of romance aside, Francine married William Connor. He owns some kind of outlet chain that opened up in town.”

Drew knew the name. Come Monday he was going to pay his old friend William a visit.

“I can see that determination on your face. What are you going to do?” she asked.

“I’m going to pay him a visit, and I’m going to see what he thinks of Francine doing the shit that she does.” William was a good guy. They had grown up together, been friends in high school. Both of them had different desires out of life. William wanted money and power. Drew wanted a good, humble life like his parents had.

He grabbed the sponge, satisfied that he knew exactly what to do to help Raven. She didn’t deserve Francine’s wrath. That woman was the leader as well. Take her down, and the rest of her pack of bitches would follow suit.

“I’m not going to think of them again. I’ve got a good woman in my arms, and I believed she told me that I’ve got a weekend to make all of her fantasies come true.”

“I did, didn’t I?”

“How are you feeling?” he asked, moving to cup her between her thighs. He slipped a finger through her slit, sinking deep into her cunt. She was so tight. He wanted to be inside her again. The need to possess every single inch of her was strong.

“I’m not sore.”

By the time he was through with her, he doubted she’d be able to walk come Monday.

She startled him by reaching behind her, and taking hold of his cock. “I was thinking how amazing it would be to fuck in the bath,” she said.

“You said a cuss word, Raven. I am shocked.”

She turned around, and he watched as she pumped his shaft. He was already getting hard again. When he was around her, he seemed to be in a permanent state of arousal.

Taking hold of her hips, he helped guide her across his lap. She held onto his shoulders, and he gripped the base of his dick, pressing the tip to her entrance.

Inch by inch, she sank onto him, until he filled her tight little pussy.

She wasn’t a virgin anymore.

He’d taken her cherry, and now she belonged to him.

The very thought turned him on even more.

She sank down, filling herself so that his balls were nestled against her ass. He held onto her ass, loving the way she filled his hands. She took every inch of his cock without a single whimper. Nothing separated them.

There was no pain, only love.

“Now, Raven, you have me where you want me. I suggest you fuck my dick, and show me how much you want it.”

Her cheeks heated. “I don’t know what to do.”

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