Maybe it was the alcohol or the fact that I had one of the world’s sexiest women in my arms, but I didn’t have a care in the world. Never mind that I’d just broken off an engagement with a woman I cared about. Or that I’d been sleeping with her sister, who might or might not be pregnant by me. All that mattered was I was about to have mind-blowing sex on New Year’s Eve.
I went to my dresser drawer and pulled out the ring I had purchased for her last year.
“What’s that?” she asked.
“I was supposed to propose to you last year this time. But you walked out of my life.”
She was silent. I could tell she was thinking about the possibilities.
“We never would have made it,” she said after a moment.
I smiled. “I know. This ring symbolizes happiness. The woman that will wear this ring will embody everything you’re not.”
“Quit being philosophical so we can do what I came here to do,” she snapped. I just laughed because I knew, if only for a fleeting moment, she wished we could have made it.
I charged Su and threw her on my bed. I ripped open her shirt, and we groped each other hungrily. Her pussy resisted as I tried to enter her, so I went down and tasted her clitoris. I worked her up nicely. When I stuck my finger inside her pussy, warm juices seeped out, and I knew she was ready. I entered her, feverishly ready to beat it up nicely.
“Let me wear the ring while you fuck me,” she breathed. Quickly, I placed the ring on her finger as I pumped in and out.
“Ask me . . . ask me to marry you,” she commanded.
“Will . . . you . . . marry . . . me?” I breathed.
“Yes! Oh, yes,” she crooned.
“Is it good?”
“Oh, yes . . . it’s so-o-o-o-o good. I want to cum as the ball drops,” Su shrieked.
“I’m getting ready to cum,” I moaned.
In the background you could hear Dick Clark’s Rockin’ Eve. It was tradition. As we fucked, I couldn’t help but listen to the television.
“I want to cum as the ball drops,” she begged again.
I rammed my dick inside her pussy to shut her up. She screamed in pleasure.
I could hear Dick Clark counting down the seconds to the new year. Even though my back was to the television, I could still envision the ball dropping.
“Five . . .”
“I’m getting ready to cum,” she moaned.
“Four . . .”
“Oh, Daddy, your dick is the best.”
“Three . . .”
“It’s so good. . . .”
“Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“One . . .”
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“Happy New Year!”
Silence.