Let’s Get Married
WARNING: 18+ only, SMUT, Oral sex, Missionary, Cowgirl, Dirty Talk, etc.
PAIRINGS: Black OC X Modern AU Stack
Part One
Candice sat in the break room at 2:14 p.m., staring at the half-eaten turkey sandwich in front of her. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, and the faint smell of burnt coffee hung in the air from the ancient pot in the corner. Her feet already throbbed inside her shoes, and the afternoon stretch loomed like a marathon she hadn’t signed up for. When her phone buzzed on the table with Stack’s name lighting up the screen, she answered without hesitation.
“Hey, babe,” she said, keeping her tone light even though exhaustion tugged at every word.
“Hey,” Stack replied. He sounded unusually bright, almost rehearsed. “I booked you an appointment with Tia tonight. Six-thirty. She had a cancellation.”
Candice paused, sandwich halfway to her mouth. “My nail tech? Tonight?”
“Yeah.”
She let out a soft, surprised laugh. “Okay… why? I just got a fill two weeks ago. They’re fine.”
There was a brief silence on his end. “No big reason. You’ve been running doubles all week, on your feet the whole time. Thought you could use a little pampering.”
She leaned back against the counter, the cool edge pressing into her lower back. A small smile tugged at her lips despite the suspicion creeping in. Stack wasn’t usually the type to orchestrate midweek spa surprises. He remembered to pick up milk when she asked, fixed the leaky faucet before she had to mention it twice, left little Post-it notes on the fridge when he left early for work, but random nail appointments? That was new territory.
“You’re being weirdly sweet today,” she said, teasing. “Did you break something? Crash the truck? Eat the last of my ice cream?”
“Nah, nothing like that. Swear. Just felt like treating you. That’s it.”
“Uh-huh.” She chewed the inside of her cheek, the familiar habit kicking in as she tried to read him through the phone. “You sure? Last time you ‘felt like treating me’ it was because you realized our anniversary was three days away and panicked.”
“That was one time,” he shot back quickly, almost defensive. “And I fixed it. This is different. No ulterior motive. Promise.”
Candice let the line go quiet for a beat. He sounded fidgety. The way his laugh came a fraction too fast and the way he rushed to reassure her.
“Okay,” Candice said at last, letting a teasing edge slip into her voice. “I’ll take the free mani. But if this is some sneaky way of buttering me up before you drop bad news on me later, you’re sleeping on the couch for a week.”
Stack laughed, laced with relief and a faint tremor of nerves. “No bad news. Promise.”
She let the line hang for a second, still smiling. “You better not be lying. I can smell a guilty conscience from across town.”
“I’m not,” he said.“Swear on my favorite truck.”
Candice rolled her eyes even though he couldn’t see it. That small flutter lingered. Curious, hopeful, a little impatient to get home and see what he was really hiding behind all this unexpected sweetness.
She rolled her eyes, but the smile stayed, softening the ache in her shoulders. “Alright, fine. I’ll text Tia to confirm. Thanks, babe. Seriously, that’s really nice of you.”
“Anytime,” he said. “Just text me when you’re heading home after? I’ll have dinner ready or something.”
“Dinner too? Now I really know something’s up.” She was teasing again, but a tiny flutter stirred in her stomach anyway. “Love you. Gotta run, next patient’s already whining about the wait.”
“Love you too. Go save the day.”
“Always do.”
She hung up and stared at the phone for several long seconds. Something was definitely going on. Stack didn’t just book nail appointments on a random Tuesday. Her mind spun through possibilities. Maybe a check had cleared early, maybe he had a good talk with Smoke and was feeling generous, maybe he simply noticed how run-down she had been and wanted to do something sweet without making a production out of it.
Or maybe… maybe it was something bigger.
She pushed the thought away, finished her sandwich in three quick bites, and texted Tia to lock in the 6:30 slot. Then she shoved her phone back into her scrub pocket and headed back onto the floor, the afternoon dragging in its usual blur of vitals, tantrums, and endless hand-washing.
By six o’clock, when her shift finally ended, her feet felt like they had been hammered, her scrubs carried the faint scent of antiseptic and grape-flavored lollipops, and all she wanted was to collapse. But the nail appointment waited, so she drove straight to the salon instead of home.
The parking lot was half-empty under the early-evening sky. Candice stepped inside Tia’s Nail Lounge, the bell chiming softly above the door. The familiar scent of acetone and floral diffuser wrapped around her immediately. Soft R&B played from hidden speakers, and the low hum of nail drills and quiet conversation filled the space. Three other clients were scattered at stations, an older woman soaking her feet, a teenage girl scrolling TikTok while her gel cured, and Tia herself wiping down her tools at the front.
Tia looked up and broke into a wide grin. “There she is! Come on, girl, I saved you the best chair.” She waved Candice over like they were old friends reuniting.
Candice laughed as she slid into the padded seat, dropping her bag on the floor. “You’re acting like I’m royalty. Elias really called you himself?”
“Oh, honey, yes.” Tia snapped on fresh gloves with a dramatic snap. “He called right after lunch, all business. ‘Tia, it’s Stack. Candice needs an appointment tonight. Six-thirty. Whatever she wants, put it on me.’ I almost asked if he was proposing or something.”
Candice’s stomach did a quick flip. She laughed it off, but the words landed heavier than she expected. “He’s just being extra nice. Probably feels guilty for leaving dishes in the sink again.”
“Mm-hmm.” Tia gave her a long, skeptical look as she took Candice’s left hand and inspected the nails. “These aren’t terrible, but they’re definitely due. You been scrubbing too hard at that clinic?”
“Always,” Candice admitted. “Hand sanitizer is evil.”
Tia nodded and eased her hands into the warm, soapy soak. The heat seeped into her skin immediately, loosening the knots in her fingers and wrists. “So what we thinking tonight? Same soft beige? Or you feeling something different?”
Candice leaned back against the cushion, eyes half-closed. “I’m too tired to commit to anything bold. But… maybe a pink blush? Something soft, warm. Not too bright. Like a natural flush.”
Tia’s eyebrows lifted approvingly. “Ooh, I like that. Perfect for whatever your man’s got planned.”
Candice snorted. “He’s not the romantic plan type.”
“Girl, he booked you a nail appointment and paid upfront with tip. He’s planning something. Trust me.”
They fell into easy chatter while Tia worked. She filed Candice’s nails into a clean almond shape, buffed them smooth, pushed back the cuticles with gentle precision. Candice vented about the broken printer at work that jammed every third label, about the little boy who had drawn on her scrubs with a marker earlier, about how she was counting down the days until her next day off. Tia complained about her sister’s latest boyfriend drama and shared a funny story about a client who had fallen asleep in the pedicure chair and started snoring so loud the whole salon laughed.
When the soak ended, Tia dried her hands and applied a thin layer of base coat. Then came the blush pink. Two careful coats of a sheer, rosy shade that looked like the inside of a seashell, soft and glowing under the salon lights. Tia finished with a glossy top coat, then slipped Candice’s hands under the UV lamp for curing.
While the light hummed, Tia massaged warm lotion into Candice’s forearms and hands, working out the tension with firm strokes. Candice let out a long, contented sigh. “You’re a miracle worker.”
“You deserve it,” Tia said simply. “Especially tonight.”
The paraffin mitts came next, a quick warm dip that left her hands feeling silky and revived. By the time Tia peeled them off and gave the final inspection, the clock read 7:08. Candice flexed her fingers, admiring the blush pink under the bright salon lights. They looked fresh, polished, cared-for which was exactly the small boost she needed after the day she had.
Tia smiled. “Go home and show that man what he paid for.”
Candice stood, hugging Tia quick. “Thanks for squeezing me in. And for not charging him double for the mystery vibes.”
Tia winked. “Anytime. Tell him he’s got good taste in women and nail techs.”
Candice laughed, grabbed her bag, and stepped back out into the cooling evening air. Her fresh nails caught the glow of the streetlights as she walked to her car.
She unlocked the door, slid inside, and pulled out her phone to text Stack.
<Heading home now. Nails are cute. You better have food.
His reply came almost instantly.
<Good. Door’s unlocked. Hurry up.
Candice smiled at the screen, the flutter in her chest returning stronger now. Whatever waited at home, she was ready to walk into it.
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Candice pulled into the driveway just as the last of the daylight faded, the sky a soft bruise of purple and orange. Her fresh blush-pink nails caught the glow of the porch light as she grabbed her bag and headed up the walk. The house looked quiet from the outside, but when she turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open, the air felt different. Warmer. Sweeter.
She stepped inside and froze.
A trail of deep red rose petals started right at the entryway, scattered in a line across the hardwood floor. They led straight through the living room, past the couch, and toward the staircase. The scent hit her next, fresh roses mixed with the faint vanilla from the candle still burning low on the coffee table.
From the speakers in the living room came the smooth groove of Boyz II Men’s “I’ll Make Love to You” drifting low in the background.
“Babe?” she called out, voice softer than she meant it to be.
No answer.
She kicked off her shoes, set her bag down, and followed the petals. They continued up the stairs, one or two drifting off the edge of each step like they had been placed with care. Her pulse picked up with every riser she climbed. At the top, the trail led straight into their bedroom.
The door was halfway open. More petals spilled across the threshold, then fanned out across the bed in a loose heart shape. The duvet was turned down neatly and the sheets fresh In the center of the bed sat a flat white box tied with a thin red ribbon. A small folded note rested on top.
Candice’s breath caught.
She crossed the room slowly, as if moving too fast might break whatever spell this was. She picked up the note first.
Get dressed, baby. Put this on. I’m taking you somewhere special tonight.
Love you,
Elias
She set the note aside with trembling fingers and lifted the lid of the box.
Inside laid a dress, deep burgundy, long-sleeved bodycon that looked like it would hug every curve without apology. The fabric was soft, stretchy, luxurious. Along the sleeves were strategic cutouts at the knuckles, turning the long sleeves into fingerless gloves of sorts.
On the floor beside the bed sat a pair of black YSL heels. Classic and pointed-toe pumps with the signature gold hardware. Her size. Brand new. He had planned this. All of it.
Candice stared at the dress, then the heels, then the petals still scattered across the comforter. Her throat tightened with a mix of nerves and excitement
She pulled out her phone and texted him.
<Babe. What is all of this.
His reply came in seconds.
<You’ll find out soon baby. Just get ready. I’ll be home in 40.
She exhaled a shaky laugh, set the phone down, and headed for the bathroom.
The shower was hot and quick with steam filling the small space as she washed away the antiseptic smell of the clinic and the faint salon acetone. She let the water run over her shoulders until the tension eased, then stepped out, wrapped in a towel.
At the vanity, she kept it simple but intentional. A light base, a touch of glow on her cheekbones, smoky eyeshadow that made her brown eyes pop, and a deep berry lip that matched the dress. She curled her hair in loose waves, letting them fall over one shoulder, the ends brushing her collarbone.
Before slipping into the dress, she reached for her favorite perfume. She spritzed it once on each wrist, once along the side of her neck, and once lightly across her collarbone. The scent bloomed, soft jasmine and vanilla with a hint of amber, settling into her skin like a secret she was carrying just for him.
Back in the bedroom, she slipped into the dress. It fit like it had been made for her. It was snug through the hips and waist, the long sleeves skimming her arms, the cutouts at her fingers giving her hands a delicate look. She stepped into the YSL heels. They lifted her just enough to make her legs look endless, the black patent leather gleaming under the bedroom lamp.
She turned in front of the full-length mirror on the closet door.
The woman staring back looked… different. Polished. Confident. Sexy in a quiet, grown way she hadn’t felt in a long time. The blush-pink nails against the burgundy fabric were perfect. The perfume lingered in the air around her, warm and inviting.
Her phone buzzed on the dresser.
<I’m pulling in now. Meet me downstairs when you’re ready.
Candice took one last breath, smoothed the dress over her hips, and smiled at her reflection.
Whatever he had planned, she was ready to walk into it.
She stepped out the front door.
The evening air was cool against her bare legs, carrying the faint scent of cut grass and distant rain. And there he was.
Stack stood on the passenger side of his black truck, arms crossed over his chest, leaning casually against the door like he had been waiting all night just to watch her walk out. His head tilted slightly as she stepped onto the porch, eyes locked on her from the moment the door opened. He bit his lower lip. His gaze dragged down her body and back up again, taking in every inch of the dress, the heels, the way the fabric clung and the cutouts at her fingers caught the porch light.
She looked amazing. He could feel it in the way his pulse kicked up, the way his throat tightened for a second before he could speak.
He didn’t look too bad himself.
The deep charcoal Prada shirt hugged his chiseled chest and arms just right, the fabric stretching slightly across his shoulders and biceps. Grey slacks sat low on his hips, tailored enough to show the lean lines of his thighs and the subtle, growing bulge that betrayed exactly what he was thinking as he watched her descend the steps. His chain, a simple but heavy Cuban link, gleamed against his skin under the driveway light, and the small diamond earrings in his ears caught the same glow, flashing every time he shifted.
Candice’s heels clicked softly on the concrete as she crossed the driveway toward him. She felt his eyes on her the whole way.
When she reached him, he uncrossed his arms and stepped forward, closing the last bit of distance.
“You look sexy, baby,” he said, his words rumbling out like he had been holding them in too long.
Before she could respond, his hands were on her. His big palms sliding down to grip her ass firmly through the dress, pulling her against him in one motion. The warmth of his body hit her instantly, and the scent of his cologne mixed with her perfume.
He leaned in and kissed her.
One hand stayed cupped on her ass, fingers flexing possessively, while the other slid up her back, pressing between her shoulder blades to hold her exactly where he wanted her. His lips moved against hers with that familiar hunger she knew so well, tongue brushing hers just enough to make her knees soften in the heels.
She melted into him, hands coming up to rest against his chest, feeling the hard planes beneath the Prada shirt, the steady thump of his heartbeat under her palms.
When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against hers, eyes half lidded.
“Been thinking about this all damn day,” he murmured. “You ready?”
She smiled against his mouth, still tasting him on her lips.
“Take me wherever you’re taking me, Elias.”
He gave her ass one last firm squeeze, then opened the passenger door for her with a grin.
“Get in, baby. Night’s just getting started.”
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Stack slid into the driver’s seat after helping Candice buckle in, his hand lingering on her thigh for a second longer than necessary before he started the engine. The drive wasn’t far, twenty minutes through quiet suburban streets that gave way to the glittering lights of the city skyline reflecting off the water. Candice watched the scenery shift. She stole glances at Stack. His profile sharp in the dashboard glow, the Prada shirt pulling tight across his shoulders as he gripped the wheel, that chain catching the passing streetlights.
He didn’t say much during the drive, just turned up the volume on the old-school R&B playlist streaming from his phone. His free hand found hers halfway there, fingers intertwining without a word. She squeezed back, the flutter in her chest growing into something bigger.
When they pulled into the marina, the breeze hit her through the cracked window. Yachts bobbed gently in their slips, lights strung along the docks like stars on water. Stack parked and came around to open her door, offering his arm like they were stepping into some old movie. “Ready for dinner?” he asked.
She nodded, heels steady on the pavement as he led her down the dock to a sleek white yacht at the end. A uniformed captain greeted them with a nod, and a hostess in a crisp black dress smiled as she guided them aboard. “Welcome, Mr. and Ms. Moore. Your table is ready.”
Candice’s breath caught. The main deck was intimate, set for two under a canopy of twinkling fairy lights. A small table draped in white linen sat center stage, silverware gleaming, a bottle of champagne already chilling in ice. Candles flickered , casting soft shadows across the polished wood. The city skyline loomed in the distance, a backdrop of towering buildings and shimmering water. Soft jazz played from hidden speakers, and the gentle lap of waves made it feel like they were floating away from everything ordinary.
“Elias,” she whispered as they sat, her eyes wide. “This is… how did you…?”
He grinned, that crooked smile she loved, pouring the champagne. “Pulled a few strings. You deserve it, baby. Been too long since we did something like this.”
Dinner unfolded like a dream. The chef emerged from below deck with course after course. They talked, really talked, the way they used to before life got crowded with work and routines. The champagne bubbled on her lips, loosening the last knots of exhaustion from her shift.
But under it all, that flutter persisted. His eyes kept finding hers across the table, lingering a little too long like he was memorizing her. When dessert arrived he reached across and took her hand again, thumb tracing slow circles over her knuckles.
“You happy?” he asked quietly, voice cutting through the jazz like it was the only sound that mattered.
She squeezed his hand. “Happier than I’ve been in a long time.”
The captain steered the yacht out into open water as they ate, the city lights blurring into a distant sparkle.
Stack stood then, offering his hand. “Come with me. Got one more thing to show you.”
Candice’s heart skipped. She took his hand, letting him lead her up a short flight of stairs to the upper deck. The air was cooler up here, the night sky clear and star-dotted above the water. And then she saw it.
The deck was transformed into something out of a fairy tale. A massive heart-shaped arch stood at the far end, framed in deep red roses that climbed and twined around glowing neon letters spelling out “Will You Marry Me?” in elegant script. The sign pulsed softly, white light cutting through the dark, surrounded by tall gold stands holding flickering candles. More roses spilled across the floor in lush arrangements, petals scattered like confetti over the polished floor. Baskets overflowed with blooms, and the entire space was bathed in the soft glow of string lights draped overhead. The city skyline framed it all, lights twinkling, the water lapping quietly below.
Candice stopped dead, hand flying to her mouth. “Oh my God…”
Stack turned to her, his face soft in the neon glow, eyes shining with something vulnerable. He took both her hands in his, pulling her gently into the center of the setup, right under the arch.
“Candice,” he started. He cleared his throat, squeezing her hands like they were his anchor. “Six years ago, I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. I was just this guy grinding through life, thinking I had it all figured out. Then you walked in. With that smile that lights up a room, and that laugh that makes everything feel easier. You didn’t just fit into my world, you made it better. Made me better.”
He paused, his thumb brushing over her knuckles again, eyes locked on hers. Tears were already pricking at the corners of her eyes, but she couldn’t look away.
“Remember that first date? We got caught in the rain at the park, no umbrella, nothing. You just laughed and pulled me under that old oak tree, and we talked for hours while it poured. That’s when I knew, you weren’t just someone I wanted to date. You were someone I wanted to build with. Through the late nights when I was buried in projects and you brought me coffee without asking. Through the tough stuff, like when my mom was sick and you sat with me in that hospital waiting room, holding my hand till the sun came up. Through the good times, too.The road trips, the lazy Sundays, the way you dance in the kitchen when you think I’m not watching.”
A soft laugh escaped him, but his voice cracked a little. “You’ve seen me at my worst. Stressed, stubborn, forgetting to take out the trash for the third time in a row. And you love me anyway. You choose me every day, even when it’s not easy. And baby, I choose you. Every damn time. You’re my home, Candice. The kind of love I didn’t know existed until you showed me. I want to wake up to you for the rest of my life. Build a family, make memories, grow old and argue about what to watch on TV. I want it all….with you.”
He dropped to one knee then, pulling a small velvet box from his pocket. The ring inside caught the neon light, a white gold band with a diamond that sparkled like it held every promise he just made. “So, Candice… will you marry me?”
Tears streamed down her face now. She couldn’t speak at first, just nodded through the blur, her hands shaking as she reached for him. “Yes,” she whispered finally, voice breaking. “Yes, baby. Oh my God, yes.”
He slid the ring onto her finger and stood, pulling her into his arms. She buried her face in his chest, the Prada shirt soft against her cheek, his arms wrapping around her like they never let go. The neon heart glowed behind them, roses rustling in the breeze, the city lights bearing witness as they held each other on the gently rocking boat.
After a long moment, Candice pulled back just enough to look at the ring again, turning her hand under the soft light. The diamond caught every flicker from the candles and neon, throwing tiny rainbows across her skin. Fresh tears welled up as she laughed through them, wiping at her cheeks with the back of her hand.
“Wait,” she said, voice still shaky but bright. She reached into her clutch and pulled out her phone. “I need pictures. Right now.”
Stack chuckled, wiping at his own eyes with the heel of his hand. “Yeah? Let’s do it.”
She stepped back, holding her left hand up first so the ring was front and center against the glowing “MARRY ME” sign. The blush-pink nails looked perfect against the white gold and diamond. She snapped a few close-ups, then turned the camera around for a selfie. Her tear-streaked face glowing with the biggest smile she had ever worn, the ring sparkling on her finger.
Stack stepped in behind her, arms wrapping around her waist from the back, chin resting on her shoulder. She angled the phone so they were both in frame. They took several with some serious, some silly, and one where he lifted her hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to the new ring.
She lowered the phone, turning in his arms to face him fully. “These are going straight to my favorites,” she murmured.
He cupped her face gently, thumbs brushing away the last of her tears. “Good. Because this is just the beginning, baby.”
Then he kissed her again slower this time, tender, full of everything they had just promised each other. When they parted, foreheads touching, the yacht swayed gently beneath them, the night wrapping around their new forever like it had been waiting all along.
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The drive back from the marina was dead quiet, but the tension still filled the small space. Stack kept both hands on the wheel most of the way, knuckles tight, but every few minutes his right hand would slide over to Candice’s thigh. He let it rest it there,thumb tracing slow circles over the burgundy fabric of her dress. He didn’t talk much, just a low “you good?” or “almost home” every now and then, his voice coming out rougher and deeper than usual, like he was holding something back by force.
Candice could feel how tense he was. His shoulders were locked, jaw flexing every time he swallowed, the thick line of his dick straining against the front of his grey slacks every time he shifted in the seat. The wet spot at the tip had spread, obvious under the flicker of passing streetlights and she had to fight the urge to reach over and touch him.
She sat with her legs squeezed together, trying to pretend she wasn’t soaked through her panties. She had been dripping since the proposal, since he looked up at her under that glowing heart of roses, eyes shining with something real, and asked her to marry him. The ring felt strange and perfect on her finger, heavy in the best way, and every time she glanced down at it a fresh wave of heat rolled through her stomach and settled low between her legs.
When they finally turned into the driveway, Stack killed the engine and sat there both hands still gripping the wheel like he needed to ground himself. Then he looked at her.
“Inside,” he said. “Now.”
They didn’t say anything else. They got out, doors slamming almost in sync, her heels clicking on the concrete as they walked up the path. Stack fumbled the key into the lock one-handed. His other arm was already wrapped around her waist pulling her tight against his side. The second the door swung open they stepped inside and he kicked it shut turning to press her back against the wall in the entryway.
Their mouths crashed together before the door even finished closing. Slow at first like they were testing it, then hungry. Tongues sliding, lips parting wide, a small sound slipping out of her when his teeth caught her bottom lip. His hands went straight to her hips bunching the dress up to get at skin. Hers went for his shirt, palms flattening against his chest the moment she had room.
He pulled back just enough to breathe against her jaw. “Upstairs.”
She nodded, already dizzy. He scooped her up, arms under her thighs, her legs wrapping around his waist like they had done it a hundred times. She kissed along his neck as he carried her feeling his pulse hammer under her mouth. He took the stairs steady but quickly, one hand on the banister and the other gripping her ass hard enough to leave marks.
In the bedroom he set her down gently on the edge of the mattress, the duvet still turned back from earlier and the rose petals scattered across the sheets. The lamp on the nightstand gave off low warm light. Stack stood between her knees with his chest rising and falling fast. He started to sink down hands already reaching for her thighs to spread them.
Candice grabbed his wrists stopping him.
“Wait,” she said softly. “You’ve been spoiling me all day. The nails, the dress, the boat, the ring. Let me take care of you for once.”
He froze, eyes flicking over her face like he was checking if she meant it. For a second it looked like he might push back, then his shoulders dropped a little, a small crooked smile tugging at his mouth.
“Yeah?” he asked quietly.
“Yeah.”
She tugged him closer until he was standing right in front of her. Her fingers went to his belt, working it open carefully. She shoved his slacks and boxers down just enough to free him. His dick sprang out heavy, his veins standing out and the head already slick and shining with pre-cum that beaded at the slit and dripped slowly down the shaft.
Candice wrapped her hand around the base with her blush-pink nails against his skin and gave one long slow stroke. He groaned low in his throat, hips jerking forward into her grip.
She looked up at him. “Sit.”
He sat on the edge of the bed beside her, thighs spread. She slid off the mattress to her knees between them, the hardwood cool under her shins. The dress was still bunched around her waist, hair messy, makeup smudged from earlier kisses but she didn’t care.
She leaned in and licked a long slow stripe from the base all the way up to the tip, tongue flattening to collect every drop of pre-cum. He hissed through his teeth, one hand fisting the duvet and the other coming to her hair, fingers threading gently through the curls.
“Fuck, baby…” he breathed.
She took him into her mouth lips stretching wide around the head, sucking softly while her tongue swirled over the slit lapping up more wetness. She bobbed slowly at first savoring the stretch of her jaw, the heavy weight on her tongue, the way he throbbed against the roof of her mouth. Saliva coated him quickly making every slide wet.
She took him deeper, relaxing her throat until her nose brushed the coarse hair at his base. She held there for a second feeling him pulse against the back of her throat. When she pulled back, a thick string of spit connected her lips to his cock dripping down her chin onto the open neckline of her dress.
“Goddamn,” he groaned. “Look at you… taking me so deep.”
She hummed around him, the vibration making his thighs tense and his hips snap forward. She sucked harder, faster, head bobbing in a steady rhythm and her hand twisting at the base in time with her mouth. The other hand cupped his balls rolling them gently feeling them draw up tight. Wet filthy sounds filled the room. Pre-cum leaked steadily now and she swallowed it greedily, milking more out with every pull.
She changed it up with long slow sucks that took him all the way down then faster shallower bobs focused on the head, tongue flicking the sensitive underside in quick little strokes. She pulled off every now and then to lick along the shaft, tracing every vein with the flat of her tongue, then sucked one ball into her mouth gently rolling it while her hand stroked him. His breathing grew harsher, hips twitching, low curses slipping out between groans.
“Jesus… baby… just like that,” he panted. “Don’t stop… fuck, your tongue…”
She went back to taking him deep while relaxing her throat and completely letting him slide all the way in until her lips met the base. She held him there longer this time, her throat working around him in slow swallows and humming softly to send vibrations straight through him. When she finally pulled back, gasping for air, thick strands of saliva connected her lips to his dick.
He was shaking now. “Gonna cum if you keep going like that,” he panted. “Your mouth feels too fucking good.”
She pulled off with a wet pop, a thin trail of saliva still connecting her to the head of his dick. She looked up at him through her lashes.
“Then cum,” she said softly. “I want it.”
Before he could answer, she took him deep again. Hand stroking what she couldn’t fit, mouth working the head in tight wet pulls. She hollowed her cheeks on every upstroke, tongue pressing hard against the underside swirling around the head on every downstroke. His hips bucked harder, breath coming in bursts.
“Fuck… Candice… I’m…”
He came hard, his hot thick pulses spilling across her tongue. She swallowed every drop milking him through it until he was shuddering, thighs jumping, breath coming in harsh pants.
Stack watched her the whole time she licked him clean, eyes half-lidded, chest still rising and falling hard. When she finally pulled back, she crawled up onto the bed and straddled his lap without a word. Her dress was still bunched around her waist, her hair a complete mess from his fingers, but the way she looked at him like she was starving and he was the only thing that could feed her made his dick twitch again even though he had just come down her throat.
She leaned in to kiss him letting him taste himself on her tongue. His hands went straight to her hips gripping hard and pulling her closer until she was settled right over him. He was already half-hard again, wet from her mouth and still sensitive.
“You so nasty,” he murmured against her lips, a small grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Candice pulled back just enough to look at him, a slow smile spreading across her face. “Yeah?” she whispered voice still hoarse from sucking him off. “What else you want, baby?”
He stared up at her for a second, hands flexing on her hips like he was trying to decide how much to say. Then he leaned in lips brushing her ear.
“I want you to ride me,” he said. “Want to feel that pussy slide down on me, watch you take every inch. Ride me like you mean it.”
She let out a breathy laugh, already shifting to line him up. “That’s what you want?” she teased. “Okay.”
She reached down between them, wrapping her fingers around his dick hardening fast in her grip and notched the head at her entrance. She was dripping, so when she sank down the first inch it was easy, wet, and perfect. They both groaned at the same time, the sound overlapping in the quiet room.
“Fuck,” he hissed, head tipping back against the headboard. “So tight… already so wet for me.”
Candice braced her hands on his shoulders and rolled her hips slow at first taking him deeper inch by inch until her ass met his thighs. She stayed there for a second letting him feel how full she was, how her walls fluttered and clenched around him like she was pulling him in deeper on purpose.
“You feel that?” she whispered, voice shaky with how good he felt stretching her. “How deep you are?”
He groaned, hands sliding up to grip her ass, fingers spreading her wide. “Yeah, baby. Feel every fucking inch. Now ride me.”
She did.
She lifted up slow letting just the head stay inside, teasing him with the drag of her walls. Then she dropped back down hard, ass slapping against his thighs with a wet smack that echoed in the room. Stack cursed under his breath, hips bucking up to meet her on instinct.
She did it again.
Up slow, down fast, setting a rhythm that had the bed creaking under them from the start. Her breast bounced with every drop and he couldn’t look away from the way her body moved on him.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Ride that dick, baby. Show me how bad you want it.”
Candice moaned, head tipping back, curls falling down her back. “Like this?” she gasped, grinding down in tight circles when she bottomed out, clit rubbing against his pelvis in a way that made her eyes flutter. “You like watching me fuck you?”
“Love it,” he panted with one hand sliding up to palm her breast through the dress, thumb flicking her nipple hard enough to make her gasp. “Love how you take me. So fucking greedy for it. Look at you, pussy swallowing me whole every time you drop down.”
She sped up bouncing faster and harder. The wet sounds filled the room every time she slammed down. Her thighs burned from the effort, but she didn’t stop. She leaned forward with hands braced on his chest and nails scraping over his skin using the leverage to fuck him deeper, rolling her hips on every downstroke to grind her clit against him.
“Fuck, Elias, you’re so big,” she whimpered. “Feel you in my stomach… stretching me so good.”
He groaned, hips snapping up to meet her. “Yeah? You like that? Like feeling me stretch you open?” His hand slid between them, thumb finding her clit and rubbing fast circles. “Come on, baby. Ride me harder. Use me. Make this dick yours.”
She did, riding him like she was trying to break him in half. “Yes, yes, fuck, just like that,” she gasped, her walls starting to flutter around him. “Don’t stop touching me… please… keep rubbing my clit… feels so fucking good.”
He rubbed her clit faster, thumb pressing hard, hips thrusting up to meet every drop. “That’s my girl,” he growled. “Ride that dick like a pornstar. Make it yours. Cum all over me, baby, let me feel it. Squeeze me tight.”
Her rhythm faltered, hips grinding down in desperate little circles as she chased it. “Elias, I’m… fuck… I’m gonna…”
“Cum,” he ordered. “Cum on this dick, Candice. Now.”
She shattered, her back arching and thighs shaking, a broken cry tearing from her throat as she came hard, walls pulsing around him. Her juices gushed down his shaft coating his balls and dripped onto the sheets.
Stack watched her ride out the last tremors of her orgasm. He let her grind down slow one more time, drawing a shaky moan from her throat.
Stack eased her back against the pillows moving slow like he didn’t want to break the moment. The rose petals stuck to their skin as he settled between her thighs bracing his weight on his forearms so he could stay close. Her curls spilled across the pillow, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy. The ring on her finger caught the low light from the nightstand lamp and threw little flashes across her collarbone.
He reached down, fingers sliding under the hem of her bunched-up dress, and pulled it up slowly. She lifted her arms helping him slip it off completely. The burgundy fabric slid over her head and dropped to the floor beside the bed. Now she was bare underneath him, skin glowing in the dim light, every curve exposed. He took a second just to look, really look, taking in the way her breasts rose with each breath, her juices still coating her inner thighs.
He let out a shaky breath, hands settling on her waist, fingers spreading wide like he needed to feel all of her at once.
“Can’t believe you’re gonna be my wife,” he said quietly, almost to himself, but loud enough for her to hear every word. His voice cracked just a little on the last part. “My fucking wife.”
Candice’s breath hitched, eyes softening. She leaned down and cupped his face. “Yeah,” she whispered. “Your wife.”
He dipped his head and kissed her like he was trying to pour everything he felt into it. No rush. Just lips moving together with one hand cradling the back of her neck while the other skimmed down her side tracing her ribs and her hip. His chain dangled between them, cool metal brushing her collarbone and the tops of her breasts swinging gently with every small shift of his body.
“I love you,” he whispered against her mouth, kissing the corner of her lips, then her cheek, then the spot just under her eye where a tear had dried earlier. “Love you so fuckin’ much.”
He kissed her again swallowing the quiet sound she made.
“Love you,” he said again. “Can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”
He shifted his hips, lining himself up. When he entered again they both let out a long sound, the stretch and fullness making her walls flutter around him right away.
“God… you feel so good,” he rested his forehead resting against hers.“So fucking perfect.”
He started moving pulling out almost all the way before sinking back in letting her feel every thick inch dragging against her walls. Every thrust was careful like he wanted to remember exactly how she felt around him.
“You’re mine,” he whispered kissing her again softer this time. “All mine. Forever.”
Candice wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers digging into his shoulders, legs tightening around his waist to pull him deeper. “Yours,” she whispered back, voice shaky with how full she felt and how much she loved him. “Always yours.”
His chain kept swinging with every roll of his hips. She turned her head sometimes to catch it in her mouth, sucking lightly on the links. He groaned low every time she did, hips stuttering for a second before he sank back in even deeper.
“Love when you do that shit,” he panted. “Love everything about you.”
He kissed her again while his hips kept that steady rhythm, pelvis pressing against her clit. The bed creaked softly beneath them with the sheets twisting around their legs and rose petals sticking to their damp skin.
Their breathing grew heavier, more uneven. Candice’s walls started fluttering harder around him. She was close and he could feel it in the way her thighs trembled against his sides, the way her fingers clutched his shoulders, the way her moans turned higher,.
“Elias…” she gasped. “I’m… oh God, I’m close again…”
He pressed his forehead to hers. “Me too,” he whispered. “Feel you squeezing me… fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me cum.”
She clenched harder at his words, hips lifting to meet his thrusts. “Cum with me,” she breathed, voice cracking. “Please… want to feel you… want all of you…”
He groaned, hips snapping a little harder, still controlled but urgent now. “Love you,” he said against her mouth. “Love you so fuckin’ much.”
“I love you,” she gasped back, tears slipping down her temples. “Love you… love you…”
He thrust once, twice more and she broke. Her back arched off the bed, thighs clamping tight around his waist and a broken cry tearing from her throat as she came hard.
The feeling of her clenching around his dick pushed him over. He buried himself deep, hips grinding tight against her as he came with a groan. Hot pulses spilled inside her, his body shuddering through every wave.
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Stack stayed inside her for a few extra minutes after they finished, breathing ragged. Candice’s legs were still loosely wrapped around him, one hand stroking lazy lines up and down his back while the other cradled the nape of his neck. They didn’t speak right away. They just laid there tangled together, the room quiet except for the faint hum of the ceiling fan and their soft breaths.
Eventually he shifted, easing out with a low groan from both of them at the emptiness. A warm trickle followed and Candice let out a small hum, thighs falling open as he moved back. He kissed her forehead, then her temple, then the corner of her mouth before sitting up.
“Don’t move,” he said quietly. “Stay right there.”
She watched him pad to the bathroom. The faucet ran for a second, then he came back with a warm washcloth and a glass of water from the nightstand.
He knelt between her legs again. The washcloth was warm against her inner thighs first, wiping away the mess they had made, gentle swipes over her folds, her clit still sensitive enough that she shivered when he brushed it. He cleaned her thoroughly but tenderly, eyes focused, like this was just as important as everything else they had done tonight.
“Feel okay?” he asked glancing up at her.
She nodded, smiling softly. “Better than okay.”
He finished between her legs, then wiped his own stomach and dick before tossing the cloth toward the hamper. He grabbed the water glass and helped her sit up a little. She took a few sips before handing it back to him. He drank too before setting it aside.
“C’mere,” he said pulling the comforter up over them both. He tugged her against his chest, tucking her head under his chin, one arm banded around her waist, the other hand stroking slow circles on her lower back.
She nuzzled closer, leg sliding over his, hand resting on his chest so she could feel his heartbeat slow under her palm. After a minute she lifted her left hand turning it slowly in the low lamplight. The diamond caught the glow and threw tiny rainbows across the sheets.
She stared at it for a long time, quiet.
Stack noticed. He shifted slightly so he could see her face. “What’s going on in that head?”
She swallowed eyes still on the ring. “I just… I can’t believe this is real.” Her voice came out small, almost shocked. “I’m gonna be a wife. Like… your wife. We’re really doing this.”
He smiled softly reaching up to tuck a curl behind her ear. “Yeah. We are.”
She let out a shaky laugh. “I keep looking at it and it hits me all over again. I’m gonna have your last name. We’re gonna have a wedding. Like… actual vows and cake and people crying. I can’t even picture it yet.”
Stack chuckled low, hand sliding up to cup her cheek. “We’ll figure it out. Small if you want. Backyard like we talked about once. Just family, close friends. You in whatever dress makes you feel like the most beautiful woman in the room, which you already are.”
Candice rested her head back on his chest still holding her hand up so she could see the ring. “What about the future? Like… kids. House. All that.”
He tightened his arm around her. “Kids, yeah. Two, maybe three. Little girls who look like you, little boys who look like me but act like you so they don’t get in as much trouble.”
She laughed softly. “They’ll be trouble either way. With us as parents? No chance.”
“House with a big yard,” he continued. “Somewhere quiet. Maybe outside town a little. Room for a dog. Room for them to run. Porch we can sit on at night when they’re asleep, just you and me with some music playing low.”
She closed her eyes picturing it. “I want that. Lazy Sundays. Road trips. Teaching them how to ride bikes in the driveway. Christmas mornings with way too many presents.”
“Anniversaries,” he added. “Every year, just us. No matter how busy life gets. We make time.”
She nodded against his chest, tears slipping quietly now. “I want all of it. With you.”
He tilted her chin up and kissed her softly. When he pulled back he rested his forehead against hers.
“We’re gonna have it,” he said quietly. “All of it. Starting right now.”
She smiled, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. “Starting with sleep. I’m exhausted.”
He chuckled. “Sleep, baby. I got you.”
She curled into him. Her left hand stayed up near her face, ring catching the last bit of lamplight as she drifted off.
Stack kissed her hair one more time.
“Love you, future Mrs. Moore.”
She smiled against his skin already half-asleep. “Love you too… future husband.”
He tightened his arm around her and closed his eyes. The room stayed quiet with just the two of them, tangled up in each other with the promise of their future already humming softly in the dark.
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Ahhhh! Your girl is BACK baybeee!
I missed y’all SO much. Seriously, these last few weeks without dropping anything felt like forever. Hope this little Valentine treat hit the spot and made your hearts do that stupid fluttery thing. Thank you for sticking with me, for reading, for everything. I love you guys more than words can say. ❤️
Stay tuned for part 2 💋
