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the-fiction-witch · 3 months ago

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Ya Can Ride All Ya Want Darlin’

Media - Godless (Netflix) Character - Whitey Winn Couple - Whitey X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - 18+ nudity/ eating out/ face sitting/ face riding/ fingering/ blow jobs/ riding cowgirl/ pinv/ full sex/ raw sex Word Count - 1656

Whitey laid on his bed enjoying his day off, magazine in hand trying to absorb the words but mostly looking at the pictures.

But suddenly and without warning the door to his house opened revealing Y/n in her usual long blue dress.

Whitey was of course rather taken aback by her sudden arrival as well as her lack of knocking, “Well hello there Y/n, what brings ya to my humble abode on this fine evein’…” He closed his book and smiled warmly at her, sitting up on his bed. “is everythin’ alright?”

Without a word Y/n slammed the door shut, marched herself across his house and pushed Whitey back down on his bed. She mounted his hips and began kissing him hard and intensely,

Whitey was understandably shocked. He'd known Y/n his whole life they'd grown up together and admittedly he'd always had a crush on her but they'd never kissed before! His heartbeat raced as he grappled with what this surprise meant. “woah now, darlin'” Whitey pulled back from her passionately searching her eyes with curiosity and concern. “This is sudden. Don't get me wrong I'm flattered but, what's the occasion here? Have I done somethin' or are ya finally ready to admit there's somethin’ special between us?” He held her gaze intently waiting for an explanation or he’d hoped a sudden declaration of requited love at last in an I love you, praying silently that this might actually be happening.

"I've been trying to masturbate all night and when it comes to cocks in town it's literally you, the bar keep or the undertaker. And neither of them are young enough to have dicks that actully work. I'm kinda out of options here."

“That’s fair…well then Y/n darlin' I reckon you've come to the right place!” he chuckled, “I'd be more than happy to help ya out with that little problem of yours.” Whitey grinned mischievously, as he pulled her closer. “now why don't ya take off that dress and let me show ya what this cowboy can do…”

Y/n happily pulled them closer and kissed him again,

“mmmhmm just like that Y/n,” Whitey's hands roamed her body as he deepened the kiss, his fingers slipping below her dress and grazing her bare thigh teasingly. “now hurry up and get that dress off so I can see what I've been missin’ all these years.” he grinned against her lips, desire growing in his eyes as he imagined finally making love to his childhood crush.

Y/n sat up on her knees undoing the last few times on her gress and tossed her it off leaving her completely naked on top of him,

Whitey's eyes widened in surprise and awe as he drank in the sight of her naked body. “oh my god Y/n…” He reached up to caress her breast, his thumb rubbing her nipple softly as he pulled her back down for another deep passionate kiss. “you're so beautiful,” he whispered against her lips. “I've dreamed of this moment for so long.” His hands roamed her body, exploring every curve as he kissed down her neck to her collarbone. Whitey's hands continued their exploration as he kissed down her body, pausing to lavish attention on her breasts, his tongue circling her nipples sensitively, causing Y/n to moan in pleasure.

“mmm yes like that,” she sighed, arching her back, thrusting her chest forward.

His hands slid down to her hips, fingers digging in lightly as he kissed lower, tracing the indention of her navel with his tongue before heading further south.

Y/n's breath quickened with anticipation, her heart pounding in her chest. She ran her fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp gently as he made his way to her most sensitive area.

Whitey spread her legs wider, positioning himself between them. He took a moment to admire the sight before him, his cock twitching in anticipation. “you're so wet for me Y/n,” Whitey groaned appreciatively, his fingers trembling slightly as he caressed her most sensitive area. He leaned forward, circling his tongue around her entrance teasingly before diving in, lapping up her juices. “mmm so sweet,” he hummed, his tongue delving deeper, fucking her slowly with the flat of his tongue.

Y/n cried out, her hips bucking wildly, seeking more stimulation almost trying to ride his face.

Whitey obliged, adding two fingers to her entrance, scissoring them apart as he continued to lick and suck her clit.

“oh fuck yes,” Y/n moaned, her hands gripping the sheets tightly as she neared her climax.

Whitey continued to work his magic, fingers and tongue in perfect sync, bringing Y/n closer and closer to the brink. “ya taste so fuckin’ good Y/n,” he growled, his cock throbbing in his trousers, desperate for release. He added a third finger, scissoring them inside her tight sheath, stretching her to the brink, causing Y/n to scream in ecstasy.

“oh god yes! Don't stop!” Y/n pleaded, her hips bucking wildly, meeting his every thrust.

Whitey wasn't about to stop now, not when he was so close to finally tasting her sweet nectar.

Whitey quickened his pace, his tongue and fingers working furiously as he drove Y/n closer to the edge. “cum for me Y/n, let me taste ya sweet cum!” he demanded, thrusting his fingers deeper, sucking her clit hard between his lips.

Y/n let out a strangled scream, her body trembling violently as she reached her orgasm, her juices flowing freely, coating Whitey's face and fingers.

He lapped up every last drop, growling in satisfaction. “fuck yeah, ya taste even better than I imagined,” he purred, sliding his fingers out of her quivering pussy. Whitey leaned back on his elblows, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his cock standing at attention, throbbing with need.

Y/n grabbed at his belt desperately ripping at his trousers,

Whitey watched in awe as Y/n frantically worked at his belt, her eyes fixated on his erect cock. “easy there cowgirl,” he chuckled, helping her remove his trousers and underwear, his cock springing free, standing tall and proud. “Don’t ya worry, ya can ride all ya want darlin’”

Y/n didn't hesitate, wrapping her small hand around the base of his shaft, stroking him gently as she leaned in to take him into her warm, wet mouth. Y/n's warm, wet mouth enveloped Whitey's cock, causing him to groan in pleasure as she sucked him deeply, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head.

“fuck yes Y/n, just like that,” he grunted, his fingers tangling in her hair as he guided her pace, thrusting gently into her welcoming mouth. The feeling of her on his cock, mixed with the taste of her on his lips, was intoxicating. He could hardly bear it anymore, his balls drawing up, aching for release. “oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!” he warned, his hips bucking wildly as he spilled his load into Y/n's waiting mouth, groaning in ecstasy as he painted her face with his essence.

Y/n swallowed Whitey's cum, savoring the taste as she looked up at him with a mischievous grin. “mmm, delicious,” she purred, wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, leaving a trail of his seed behind. Y/n happily pushed Whitey down on his back and climbed into his lap rubbing his still hard cock between her lips “Come on Whitey? You not gonna keep me waiting are you?”

Whitey groaned in pleasure as Y/n's wet pussy rubbed against his rock hard cock, the anticipation of being inside her almost too much to bear. “fuck no Y/n, I want ya so damn bad,” he growled, grabbing her hips and guiding her down onto his throbbing shaft, feeling her tight heat envelop him completely.

“mmm yes, fuck! Whitey!” Y/n moaned, her nails digging into his back as he began to thrust into her, filling her completely with his hard cock.

Whitey's thick cock thrust deeply into Y/n's hot, dripping wet pussy. He reached down to play with her clit, which made her moan deeply. He began to buck his hips, driving into her again and again.

“harder Whitey!” Y/n begged,

Whitey obliged, pulling her down onto him more roughly as he hammered into her. “Fuck, ya feel so tight!”

Y/n began to scream out in ecstasy, her walls tightening around Whitey's cock as she felt the start of her orgasm. The sounds of her pleasure were music to his ears. He knew he couldn't last much longer.

“That's it baby, cum all over my cock,” Whitey grunted, pounding into her with renewed urgency, his own orgasm fast approaching. Whitey's thrusts grew more erratic as he neared his peak. The sound of Y/n's moans and the tightness of her pussy drove him wild. With one final deep thrust, Whitey exploded inside her, his cock throbbing as he filled her with his hot seed. Y/n's scream of pleasure was music to his ears as she shuddered around him, her own climax washing over her in waves. They collapsed together, panting heavily, Whitey's softening cock still buried deep inside Y/n's spent pussy.

Y/n collapsed ontop of Whitey and snuggled up with him still inside her, "Thanks Whitey."

Whitey held Y/n close, his softening cock still buried deep inside her warm, welcoming heat. He gently stroked her back, savoring the feeling of her soft skin against his own. “No, thank you, darlin’,” he whispered, meaning it with all his heart.

Y/n chuckled and happily snuggled up as they got cosy and ready to sleep, "Goodnight Whitey”

Whitey smiled contentedly as Y/n snuggled against him, his softening cock still nestled inside her warm, inviting pussy. He gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, “Goodnight, my darlin,” he whispered softly,

"love ya…" She whispered

Whitey smiled, feeling a warmth spread through his chest at Y/n's whispered words, the words he had so desperately wanted to hear from her for so very long, He squeezed her gently, “Love ya too, Y/n,” he whispered, his breath warm against her hair.

With that, they both drifted off into a peaceful slumber, their hearts and bodies intertwined, their love as deep and enduring as the night itself.

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the-fiction-witch · 5 months ago

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Ma'am

Media - Godless (Netflix) Character - Whitey Winn Couple - Whitey X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - 18+ Nudity/ breast play/ nipple play/ fingering/ pinv/ riding/ Word Count - 3406

Whitey was struggling, he had been since she arrived. Sherrif Mcnue had brought in this girl apparently she was wanted for some train robberies on the east line. But that wasn't what whitey was struggling with. God damn she was beautiful, a sexy little lady. The moment whitey saw her he was convinced she walked right out of his fantasy, and being the only young guy In a town full of old ladies and kids was... Making him more than a little desperate. Just looking at her in the cell he was struggling to think straight, keeping a hand under the desk as he rubbed his pants almost trying to jerk off through his pants as he looked at her.

Y/n didn't notice or at least didn't seem to care sitting on the bed in the small cell separated from the main sheriff's office by only the iron bars. She wore an off-the-shoulder blouse and a long blue skirt picking at her nails in boredom after the sheriff went home some hours ago leaving her just with the deputy whitey Winn. Who she noticed kept looking at her but tried ignoring it.

Whitey's eyes drifted back to Y/n, his gaze lingering on the curve of her neck. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to appear nonchalant despite the growing bulge in his pants. “So, Miss... uh... what's your name again?” he asked, attempting to sound suave but coming across as awkward instead. He stood up, walking over to the cell door and leaning against it, his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes roamed over her face, drinking in every detail.

She met his gaze noticing how he looked at her, "Y/F/N." She answered "Or just Y/n" she said her eyes briefly noticing his hard-on

Whitey's face flushed, and he quickly looked away, pretending to examine the lock on the cell door. His hands were shaking slightly as he tried to compose himself. “Oh, uh, nice to meet ya, Y/F/N,” he stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper. “Or, uh, Y/n, yeah.” He cleared his throat, trying to regain some semblance of composure. As he glanced back at her, their eyes met again, and Whitey felt a jolt run through his body. “I mean, can I get you somethin'? Water or maybe a blanket?”

"I'm fine thank you," She nodded,

Whitey's eyes lingered on her face, his mind racing with ways to get closer to her. He took a step back, trying to appear nonchalant, but his eyes betrayed him as they continued to drink in the sight of her. “Alright, well, I guess I'll just...check on things then,” he muttered, turning away from the cell door and making his way towards the office area. As he walked, he couldn't help but sneak glances back at Y/n, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he shouldn't be feeling this way about someone who was supposed to be locked up, but he couldn't help himself. When he reached the counter, he leaned against it, running a hand through his messy blond hair. His eyes drifted back to the cell, where Y/n was watching him with an unreadable expression. "Miss Y/n I uhh need to do a little check just uhh come up to the bars okay?" He told her quickly grabbing some handcuffs secretly,

She did as he asked coming up to the bars

Whitey quickly locked her hands into the cuffs leaving her unable to move from the bars

"What did you need to check?" She asked

Whitey's eyes locked onto hers, a sly grin spreading across his face, “Just makin' sure you're secure,” he drawled, He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. “You know, for your own safety.”His fingers brushed against her wrists, “I don't want anything happenin' to you while you're under my care,” whitey couldn't resist any longer his hands moved inside the bars grabbing her ass,

"Hey!" She protests

But whitey was on another planet. His fingers dug deeper, squeezing her soft flesh as he moaned softly, his eyes rolling back in his head “Oh, God...you feel so good,” he whispered, his lips inches from her ear. He pressed himself harder against her, his erection straining against his pants as he ground against her.

Y/n's protests turned to gasps as Whitey's mouth dropped open, his tongue darting out to lick the shell of her ear.

“Mmm...so sweet,” his voice was husky with desire, whitey found his hips literally humping her like a puppy as he found himself unable to function now he was touching her. His hands slid up and grabbed her breasts feeling the weight of them in his hands "Oh my god- you feel so good... Ohh, baby... Baby... Uhhh fuck I could play with these forever! I know I know Y/n I'm so sorry but please god just let me touch you!" He moaned His fingers dug deeper, squeezing her soft flesh as he moaned softly, his eyes rolling back in his head. Without warning it happened. Whitey felt a shot like a pistol and he came in his pants.

"...oh my god- did you -" Y/n asked unsure if she could gag from disgust or feel terrified of this deputy,

Whitey's eyes snapped shut, his face contorted in a mixture of ecstasy and shame as he groaned loudly, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm “Aaah... oh, yeah... sorry, baby... just got carried away…”

"... Either your really fucking frustrated or I'm apparently the sexiest woman in New Mexico" she joked trying to break the tension as she did kinda feel bad for whitey

Whitey's eyes slowly opened, a sheepish grin spreading across his face as he looked down at the wet spot on his pants. “Well...I reckon it's both,” he chuckled, trying to laugh off the awkwardness. He took a step back, attempting to compose himself, but his gaze kept drifting back to Y/n's amused expression. “But, you're definitely the sexiest woman in New Mexico,” he said, his voice low and husky. He cleared his throat, trying to regain some semblance of dignity. “I uhh I am really sorry…”

"that's okay." She nodded feeling rather sympathetic as whitey wasn't being a creep he just seemed genuinely sweet and kinda innocent almost. She felt like she couldn't really get mad at him for what he did he just couldn't help himself. "I uhh... You know I don't mind if you want to play with them" she said glancing to her breasts with a gentle smile

A warm flush spread across Whitey's cheeks as he gazed at Y/n, his eyes shining with gratitude. “Really? You'd...let me?” He sounded like a kid asking for permission to play with a favourite toy, his voice full of hope and longing. Without waiting for her answer, he leaned forward, his fingers trembling slightly as he reached out to cup her breasts once more. “I promise I'll be gentle,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke. “I guess I owe you an apology, ma'am,” Whitey said, trying to salvage what was left of his pride. “Guess I got a little...overexcited.”

"When was the uh last time you?" She asked gently

Whitey's face turned bright red as he shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting around the room before finally coming to rest on Y/n's concerned expression “Honestly? It's been... a while.” He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. “I've been pretty busy with work and stuff. And, well…” Whitey's gaze drifted away, lost in thought as he stared blankly into space “It's just...I haven't exactly been getting a lot of opportunities,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. “Not exactly the most popular guy in town, if you know what I mean.”

"awww you poor thing... Well I think you're cute" she cooed trying to make him feel better

Whitey's face lit up with a radiant smile as Y/n's words washed over him, soothing his wounded ego “You think I'm cute? Really?” He sounded like a kid who'd just been given the best Christmas present ever, his eyes sparkling with delight as he gazed adoringly at Y/n. “Aw, shucks,” he whispered, his voice filled with emotion, as he reached out to gently brush a strand of hair behind her ear. “I reckon that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me.”

"you know if you want I don't mind you... You know. Getting out your frustration" she smiled "if you unlock my hands your more then welcome to have your fun."

Whitey didn’t hesitate unlocking her hands and immediately unlocking her cell to go inside with her, grabbing her breasts once more,

Y/n happily let him, leaning against the bars of her cell letting whitey enjoy her breasts. After a few seconds of his groping she could tell he was enjoying it so she tugged her blouse down completely so he could see her bare breasts "You like these?"

“Mmm... yeah,” Whitey breathed, his eyes fixed greedily on Y/n's exposed breasts. He couldn't help but reach out and cup them in his hands, feeling the soft flesh mould to his touch. “Oh, Lord have mercy,” he whispered, his fingers tracing circles around her nipples. “You're so beautiful.” As he spoke, Whitey leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the skin of her chest. His tongue darted out, licking a path across her collarbone, sending shivers down Y/n's spine. “I love touching you,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

"you can suck on them if you like." She cooed

Whitey's eyes locked onto hers, a hungry gleam burning in their depths. He didn't need to be asked twice, his mouth closing around one nipple with a gentle suction. “Mmm... yeah,” he moaned, his tongue flicking back and forth as he licked and sucked her breast.

Y/n's eyes fluttered closed, a low hum of pleasure vibrating through her body as Whitey continued to tease her nipple.

“Oh, God... yes,” she whispered, her hips arching upwards as she pressed herself against the bars.

“Ummm you sound so good! More please!”

"Have you ever... Fingered a girl before whitey?" She asked brushed her fingers though his dirty blonde locks

Whitey's eyes snapped open, his gaze locking onto Y/n's as he felt her fingers weave through his hair. He purred softly, his face tilting upwards to meet her touch “No...ma'am,” he drawled, his voice dripping with seduction. “But I'm fixin' to try now.”

she smiled at him kissing his forehead, she pulled her skirt up to her waist exposing her thigh-high stockings and her bare pussy "Now nice and gentle" she cooed taking his hand and guiding him to stroke her labia "uhh... You feeling how wet it is?"

Whitey's eyes widened as he took in the sight of Y/n's exposed body, his mind reeling with excitement. His hand trembled slightly as she guided him, but once he made contact, he was lost in the sensation “Mmm... oh yeah…”

"That means I'm aroused so you've done a good job pleasing me." She cooed "Now this is the clit it feels so so good if you touch here." She cooed guiding him to stroke a little circle around her clit "uhhh!"

Whitey's breathing quickened as he followed Y/n's guidance, his fingers moving in small circles around her clit. He felt a surge of pride and excitement at the way she responded to his touch, her body arching towards him with every stroke. “Mmm... keep going,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own ragged breathing. As he touched her, Whitey's own arousal grew, his cock throbbing against the fabric of his pants. He couldn't believe how good it felt to be pleasuring Y/n, to see her so happy and relaxed under his touch. Without thinking, Whitey leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the side of her neck as he continued to stroke her clit.

"umm a little longer..." She gasped enjoying his rubbing too much to stop. But she slowly does guiding his fingers to her entrance "You feel that?" She asked making him circle it

Whitey's eyes locked onto Y/n's, his pupils dilating as he felt the warmth of her entrance beneath his fingers. He nodded eagerly, his fingers circling the opening as she'd instructed “Yeah... I feel it,” he whispered, his voice trembling with excitement. As he touched her, Whitey felt a wave of possessiveness wash over him, a primal urge to claim and explore this intimate part of Y/n's body. Without hesitation, he pressed his fingers deeper, feeling the muscles inside her relax and yield to his touch. “Mmm…”

"That's my cunt." She whimpers guiding his finger inside her "uhhh! Yes! Yes... Ummm whitey!... Back and forth okay'

Whitey's face contorted in concentration, his eyes fixed intently on Y/n's as he moved his finger back and forth inside her. He felt a rush of power and excitement at the way she responded to his touch, her body tensing and relaxing with every stroke. “Yes... ma'am,” he breathed, his voice low and husky. As he moved his finger, Whitey felt a surge of pleasure mixed with a hint of pain, his own arousal growing exponentially with every passing moment. He picked up speed, his finger sliding in and out of Y/n's cunt with increasing intensity. “Oh yeah... oh yeah…”

"you can add more." She cooed

Whitey's eyes lit up with excitement as he added another finger to the mix, his hands working together in perfect harmony as he pumped in and out of Y/n's cunt. He felt a sense of pride and accomplishment at being able to bring her such intense pleasure “More? how much more?”

"as many as will fit." She cooed "And this hand can touch stuff too" she cooed guiding his other hand to her clit

Whitey's face twisted into a greedy grin as he wrapped his other hand around Y/n's waist, his fingers closing in on her clit like a vice. He felt a surge of excitement at the prospect of bringing her to orgasm, his entire being focused on pleasing her. “I gotcha,” he whispered, his fingers stroking her clit in time with the pumping motion of his other hand inside her cunt. As he worked, Whitey's mind went blank, his senses consumed by the sensation of Y/n's body beneath him. He was lost in the moment, driven solely by his desire to bring her pleasure. His fingers danced across her clit, sending shivers down her spine. With a gentle pressure, he applied just the right amount of friction, coaxing her towards the brink of ecstasy. Y/n's hips bucked upwards, her body straining against his touch. Whitey's grip tightened, his fingers moving in perfect syncopation with her ragged breathing. Suddenly, he slipped another finger inside her, stretching her to the limit.

Y/n's cry echoed through the air as she teetered on the edge of orgasm. With a wicked glint in his eye,

Whitey leaned forward, his lips brushing against hers in a soft kiss. His mouth locked on hers, Whitey's fingers continued their relentless assault on her. The tension built to a fever pitch, Y/n's body trembling with anticipation. With a sudden burst of energy, Whitey plunged his fingers deep inside her, the sensation sending shockwaves through her entire being.

Her scream was music to his ears as she came apart in his arms, her body convulsing with pleasure. As the aftershocks subsided, Whitey slowly withdrew his fingers, his chest heaving with exertion. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he gazed down at Y/n, her face flushed and radiant in the dim light. With a satisfied smirk, Whitey leaned back on his haunches, his eyes never leaving Y/n's face. He watched as she caught her breath, her chest rising and falling with a slow, sensual rhythm. “You're lookin' mighty fine when you're gettin' off,” he drawled, his voice dripping with admiration.

Y/n's gaze fluttered open, her eyes locking onto Whitey's with a lazy smile. “Thanks, Deputy,” she purred, her voice husky from pleasure.

Whitey chuckled, feeling a thrill run through him at the way she said his title.

"now... After making me feel so good does my cute deputy wanna fuck me?"

A sly grin spread across Whitey's face as he rose to his feet, his movements fluid and deliberate. He towered over Y/n, his eyes burning with a fierce hunger. “Oh, fuck - ma'am,” he growled, his voice low and menacing. “You know I want to.” Without another word, Whitey reached down and scooped Y/n into his arms, cradling her against his chest.

she giggled as he took het to the cells bed, "how do you want to? Have me on my back? On my stomach? Or would you like me to ride you?"

Whitey's eyes flashed with excitement as he laid Y/n down on the bed, his hands roaming over her curves as he considered her options. His fingers trailed down her belly, pausing to tease the sensitive skin just below her navel before continuing downward to cup her pussy. “No,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “I want you to ride me.”

Y/n's giggle was music to his ears as she sat up, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

With a playful smile, she reached for Whitey's belt buckle, working it free with deft fingers. she nodded and helped him settle on the bed and adjusted herself hovering just above his cock "You ready?"

Whitey's eyes locked onto Y/n's, his pupils dilating with anticipation as he nodded eagerly. His hands grasped her hips, guiding her into position. “Yeah,” he groaned, his voice strained with need.

As Y/n began to lower herself onto his cock, Whitey's head fell back, his eyes rolling shut in bliss. Y/n's weight settled onto Whitey's lap, her warm flesh enveloping his cock in a tight, wet grip. She began to move, her hips undulating in a slow, seductive rhythm that sent shivers coursing through Whitey's veins.

He opened his eyes to find himself staring up at Y/n's flushed face, her lips parted in a soft gasp of pleasure. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of his face as he raised his hands to grasp her waist, pulling her deeper onto his cock with each passing moment. Their bodies moved together in perfect syncopation, the friction building until Whitey felt himself on the brink of explosion.

Suddenly, Y/n's pace quickened, her movements becoming more urgent and intense. Whitey's vision blurred as he felt himself hurtling toward release, his mind consumed by a single, primal urge: to come inside this beautiful woman, to claim her as his own in the most fundamental way possible.

Whitey's grip on Y/n's waist tightened as he felt himself cresting the wave of climax. With a low, guttural grunt, he thrust upward, burying himself deep within her warmth.

Y/n's cry of release echoed through the small space, mingling with Whitey's own ragged breathing as they rode out their shared orgasm together.

As the aftershocks faded, Whitey slowly relaxed his hold on Y/n's waist, letting her slide back onto her heels. For a moment, they simply lay there, panting and entwined in a sweaty, post-coital tangle. Then, without warning whitey spoke, "Marry me."

"...i- what?" Y/n asked unsure she heard him right

Whitey's face contorted into a look of utter seriousness, his eyes boring into Y/n's as he repeated the question. “Marry me,” he said again, his voice firm and resolute. He took her hand in his, his fingers intertwining with hers in a gentle yet insistent grasp. “I mean it, Y/n. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. We can build a home here in La Belle, raise a family...I don't care about anything else as long as I've got you by my side.” His gaze searched hers, seeking reassurance that she felt the same way. “Say something…” he urged, his voice cracking with emotion. “Please tell me you'll marry me.”

"aww whitey... You're a sweet boy" she cooed stroking his cheek "I'll happily marry you"

Whitey's face lit up with a radiant smile as Y/n's words washed over him like a balm. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. “Oh, thank God,” he whispered, his voice muffled by her hair. Tears of joy pricked at the corners of his eyes as he held her tightly, savoring the feel of her warmth and love surrounding him. “I'm going to make you so happy, Y/n,” he vowed, his lips tracing a path along her jawline. “You're going to be the queen of La Belle, and I'll be your king. I swear it.” His mouth claimed hers in a tender kiss, sealing their promise to each other.

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