Proposal and Response

We arrived at the penthouse of my hotel in South Korea. She loved Korean pop culture and Korean dramas. She squealed in delight when I gave her two VIP tickets for a concert by her favorite girl K-pop group. My heart swelled at the way her eyes lit up. Her pure happiness brought joy to my heart. To my astonishment, she even made me wear a cap with the name of the official fandom of the girl group. She kissed me when I finally put it on my head. Damn! I looked like a fanatic! She screamed and sang with her idol, and her smile never left her face.

I kissed her, God! I'd do anything to see her like that. She shrieked when someone called us to join her idol backstage for photo ops and signings. I had already planned it with their company because I had made them an endorser in my e-commerce empire.She whispered thank you to me on our way to the hotel. I winked at her. "I will accept another way of expressing gratitude, princess."

I went to study to answer some emails and calls for an hour. I opened the door of our room, but Simone was not there. I found her on the balcony, her back to me. She was wearing a short stretch sat in lace robe with a hem trimmed with black lace. She is like a goddess when her hair is loose like that. I caught my breath when she turned to me, and her robe was open in front with nothing beneath it. Her full breasts were in full view, and her cunt was tempting.

"I want to express my gratitude now," she said, smiling seductively at me. She undressed me; we were now both naked, and she pushed me to the futon sofa. My head was hanging slightly off the edge; she reached for my cocks and massaged them. I reached for her breasts and kneaded them. She slowly positioned herself, and I grabbed her ass and lapped her pussycat. Her mouth licked the tip of my shaft.

We took good care of each other like we were in dual simulation simultaneously. She pampered me with her hands on other hot spots, like my testicles. She was creative in creating a tempo of pressure and suction that gave me too much sensation. I inserted my two fingers while I stroked and licked her chin with my tongue and mouth. She sucked all my cum, and my members popped out of her mouth after she sucked it all. I lapped up all her juices; she came like a mad volcano. She kissed me fervently; I could taste my salty taste in her. "Thank you, hon," she said between her kisses, while she massaged my cock as it became hard again.

She impaled me with her warm honeypot and drove me into a frenzy. Her tits bounced like a ripe melon, ready to be picked. I sat and reached for her nipple, sucking one nipple hard as I shoved my dick in and out of her honeypot. Our rhythms are synchronized, but when the buildup inside us began, we drove faster, like we needed to run for something to grasp and hold. We got it and held it like crazy.

We spent three weeks in Seoul, and I found time to be with her and enjoy the country as we enjoyed the food and the culture. Her joy lies in small things, not in luxury, in the extraordinary, or in special things. I got to read her files when we were in France.

She graduated at the young age of eighteen, majoring in astronomy and minoring in aerospace engineering at Ivy School. She even got her Master's Degree in Physics at the age of twenty; she has an IQ of 160. What the fuck! I wanted to know her deeply—her past, her family, and her friends. One thing I need to do is make her mine and know her deeply.

"Will you marry me?" I said all of a sudden.

We are in the penthouse of the Camwell Hotel, having dinner in Las Vegas. It sounds like a business proposal, but heck! I don't know how to do this. I want to give the impression that this is a proposal without emotional involvement.

"You don't know me at all," she replied, wide-eyed. "We are very compatible, and you are ideal wife material to me, and I need a wife for my stability," I answered, trying to persuade her to the best of my ability, but it sounded like a business proposal indeed. "May I ask something?" she asked instead. I nodded nervously, trying to be calm. "Do you feel something for me?" I looked at her intently. "I feel the spark of lust whenever I'm with you, nothing else, and I'm sure you feel the same." I wanted to tell her that she completes me.

"I have hyperinsulinemia, she suddenly uttered. What the fuck was that? I stared at her intently, frowning. "My body produces abnormally high levels of insulin, and I had many episodes of low sugar levels; that is why I constantly eat sweets, especially after physical routines," she explained. It explained her cravings for sweets and foods and her sudden low energy. "We can handle it, don't worry," I said as I kissed her briefly on the lips. I will make sure we have enough food and sweets. "Anything else? She hesitantly said nothing.

"I have one rule if you want me to agree to this proposal of yours," she said, sounding like a pro in business. "You proposed to me without knowing me at all; let's keep it that way; no asked questions about my past; in return, I will be a good wife to you," she said in a serious tone.

Enough for me, baby; I will do everything to make you mine. My body, heart, and soul, I said to myself. I looked at her intently and said, "Now you're talking like a coldhearted business executive."

We signed our marriage contract in the penthouse of my hotel where we are staying, with Jim and John as our witnesses. She wore a premium white silk dress that gently skimmed her silhouette and emphasized her waist; the sleeves were held together with a knot and a bow, beautifully emphasizing the low-cut back. I asked her if she wanted a big wedding, which I hoped for, but she shrugged it off.

"Where is the prenup?" she asked. I raised my brow and asked her instead, "Do you have assets and wealth to protect my princess?" She laughed and said, "It's the other way around; it's natural to protect yours; you don't know me at all." She said this teasingly, but I knew she was serious. She is mine, and what's mine is hers. I want to give the world to her if she allows me.

"Don't worry, princess, I did some research." I smirked to change the topic. "What did you find? She said anxiously. I smiled at her anxiousness and said, "You've got your Masters in Physics at Stanford." She laughed loudly; I love it and want to make her laugh often. "You are still a mystery to me, a puzzle I want to solve, princess."

"I got my Ph.D. at Harvard as well," she added smugly. I chuckled and kissed her. I will call my man after this and remind him to dig deeper. "How about we start our honeymoon now?" I whispered while kissing her neck with my hands on her breasts. I caressed her breasts inside her overlapping layers in front that created a seductive slit, perfectly complemented by a wide, flattering v-neckline. "I wanted to fuck you the moment I saw you in this dress, princess," I said in a raspy voice. She smiled seductively. Fuck! I want her now.

Our sweet moments were cut short by a call. Cynthia called me, and she brought some papers for me to sign. She was intercepted by my security personnel when she tried to go there. I clearly gave them the instruction that no one is allowed in our abode except my wife. The realization of her being my wife gave me a pleasant feeling. I told her to wait for me in the restaurant.

I kissed her temple. "I'll be back in an hour, baby. I need to meet someone at the restaurant; do you want to come?" I want to order something special tonight. She declined and winked at me. "I'll wait for you, husband," she said seductively. I stared at her, slack-jawed. I will make the meeting as short as possible.

To my annoyance, Cynthia brought some colleagues of mine, and my short moment became almost an hour. They were still talking when I rose from my seat: "I apologize for leaving early, guys, but my beautiful wife is waiting for me now. I winked at them; Cynthia was surprised. The hell I care. My colleagues gasped when they learned I was married.

I opened the door of our bedroom and wanted to ask her about dinner. "Princess, are you..." What the fuck! I stared at her as my eyes bulged, my lower jaw dropped, and my brain went blank. All I could see was her.

"Welcome back, husband," she smiled at me seductively, inviting me as she opened her legs widely and caressed her inner thigh and breasts that stuck out from the thin lingerie. Her lace candy pink lace baby doll strap chemise halter negligee was made of soft fabric and too filmy; it emphasized her big breasts. The same is true of her lace G-string, which leaves nothing to my imagination.

Madness was shutting me down right now, as my need for her was overwhelming. She lit scented candles to set the mood. She slipped from the bed as I came to her. I kissed her fiercely.

"You smelled so good, baby! I think I am going crazy right now," I said hoarsely. I kissed her neck and sucked her breast hard; she moaned softly. My body was shaking from my extreme need for her. I pushed her to the bed and spread her thigh wide, cupping her sex through her lacy G-string.

"You are a wet and warm wife, always ready for me." I unzipped my pants, took my cock in one hand, and slammed my member on her forcefully.

"You are so fucking great, baby." I pumped rapidly while kneading her breasts with both hands like a stirring wheel. She keeps her thighs wide open for me. I fucked her with my clothes on; the sight was stimulating. We both cried as we reached our shattering orgasm.

I removed my clothes; she sat on the bed; she made me lie down; and she got on top of me. She was still wearing her negligee without a G-string. She impaled me, squeezed me inside her, and made a rotating movement. She watched my reaction while I was doing it.

"Fuck! baby!"

"You make me feel amazing." My face was between her tits, touching them slightly. She arched her back when I sucked them hard, while she pumped wildly. Our bed creaked, our breath became short, and I drove myself deeper and faster.

"Holy sh*t, I'm coming!"

She screamed. I love her voice when she screams with pleasure.