10. Chapter 8

It"s been a month since the "incident" – as I like to call it – happened. Bradley Michaels is under lock and key and won"t be coming out anytime soon. He complained about police brutality because he somehow got some bruises all over his body before making it to the police station, but apparently, no one really knows how he got those, or so Sam, Jason"s friend, says.

I"m waiting on Jason so we can go apartment hunting. He"s been bugging me since the incident to get a place together, but I wanted to see if our closeness was only a mirage created by all the hot monkey sex we"d been having. The sex is still hot, but Jason has shown me how a good man treats the woman he loves. I get a text that must be him waiting for me downstairs in the lobby.

When the elevator doors open, I get a glimpse of him in his suit. He"s still the most handsome man I"ve ever seen, and he"s all mine.

He sticks his elbow out in invitation, and I grab it and hook my hand around it. We walk side by side, and then he leads me into the car he"s gotten for our little excursion. The chauffeur opens the door for me, and it surprises me. We"re going to go to many places today, so it"s more comfortable if someone is driving us.

We tour seven different places until we find what I consider "the one". It"s big, it"s large, and it"s expensive. It"s also located in an excellent part of New York. I see the glint in Jason"s eyes when we finish the tour the realtor gives us. I think he agrees this is the one, but we have three more places to look at.

When we finished touring all the apartments the realtor wanted to show us, we went for a late lunch. We"re waiting for our food when I can"t stand it anymore and burst out with my announcement.

"I think apartment number eight is the one."

"Is that right?" He grins.

"Can we go back and see it again? Will the realtor mind?"

"I think that can be arranged."

He takes his phone out and types a quick text to the realtor. I"m jumping in my seat with excitement. When the food comes, I practically shove it down my throat in my haste to finish. This is it. That apartment will be our home, and I can"t wait to get our lives together started. Jason is surprised when I pass on dessert, and then we are off to my dream home.

When we arrive at the apartment building, the realtor is waiting for us and hands Jason the keys. They shake hands, and she leaves. I"m curious about that, but I"m too excited to see the place again. I want to start decorating right away. We go up to the 7th floor, and Jason opens the door for us. He holds my hand, preventing me from entering.

"I want to carry you bride-style. Do you mind?"

"Do it," I say, almost jumping into his arms.

He lifts me up and then crosses the threshold. I giggle with joy, and he twirls us around, a deep laugh coming out of him. He puts me down, and I look around the empty living area. Only it"s not empty anymore. There"s a table with champagne and some petit fours. Everything looks delicious.

"What is all this?"

"I want us to celebrate."

"I thought we just did that at the restaurant."

"That"s not what we"re celebrating."

I turn to look at him, and he"s down on one knee, a ring box open in his hand. My hand goes to my mouth to keep from screaming.

"Amber Williams, you are my everything. I believe in taking life by the horns, and that means I"d like it if you"d do me the honor of becoming my wife."

"Jason, I…"

"I love you. I think I"ve loved you from the moment I saw you at the casino. I was just entranced. Will you marry me, Pixie?"

"Yes, Jason. YES!"

I extend my hand so he can put the engagement ring on it, and only then can I appreciate how BIG the darn thing is. Wow, when Jason goes all the way, he does it in style.

He gets up and grabs me by the waist. "I"ll make you the happiest woman in the world. That is my promise to you, Amber."

"You already do that every single day, Jason."

"It will never be enough. You are my treasure."

"I think I"ll make a good wife, but there"s something you have to know, and it might be a dealbreaker."

"What?" He asks softly, a frown on his face.

"I can"t cook worth shit."

Jason lets loose a long, throaty laugh.

"My God, Pixie. You scared the crap out of me."

"I"ll try and be good. I promise."

"Well, you don"t have to be good all the time." He winks.

"I"m glad you said that."

I lower myself in front of him and start tugging at his belt to undo it. He touches my head tenderly and stays still, letting me take charge. I unbutton his pants and lower the zipper. I pull his pants down along with his boxers, and his hard cock springs out in all its glory. It"s a beautiful sight, and I want to tame it.

I lick my lips and look up to see him. He"s watching me with heat in his eyes that matches my own. I grab his dick and kiss the tip. It has a drop of pre-cum that tastes salty and delicious. I lick all around the head, and little moans of pleasure escape my lips. I love having him at my mercy. It might look like I"m servicing him, but I"m in control. To prove it, I stop licking and look up at him again, and smile.

"Don"t stop. Take it into your mouth. Suck me."

"Is that what you want, Mr. Elliott? For your fiancé to suck all the cum out of these delicious balls." I ask cupping said balls in my other hand.

"Yes, please, Pixie."

I got this wonderful, powerful man to beg me. So I take him into my mouth and start sucking with all my might. I relax my throat and try to get him as deep as possible. My tongue plays with the underside of his cock, adding to the pleasure I am giving him. He grips my head, and I think he"s going to start guiding his cock in and out of my mouth, but what he wants is to keep me from gagging.

Appreciative of the gesture, I put even more effort into my ministrations. After a while, I feel his balls start to tighten, and I know he"s almost ready to burst.

"Do you want me to come in your mouth, Pixie? Are you going to swallow all my hot cum?"

"Mmhmm." Is all I can answer.

Then he groans, and I feel the jets at the back of my throat. I swallow every single drop, and when he"s done, I reluctantly let him go, placing a kiss on his member. He helps me get up and gives me a scorching kiss. I guess he doesn't mind tasting himself on my lips.

"Come on, Pixie. Now it's my turn."

He picks me up and sits me on the kitchen counter. Lifting my skirt, he makes me a promise.

"This is a celebration you"ll always remember." He says.

Then he goes on to give me orgasm after orgasm all afternoon long. Yes, it was definitely the best celebration ever.