Page 21 of Improper Proposal
He presses another finger inside me. I rock against the full feeling, desperate for his cock and the way it’s going to pleasure me. He scrapes my clit with his teeth, and I grip his hair, running my fingers through it to hold him to me. But he has other ideas. He backs off, and I’m about to yell at him until he flips me over and shoves a pillow under my hips. My cry turns to a moan, when his hand kneads my ass. No man has ever been so rough or demanding with me, and I have to say…more please.
“Are you in the right place now, Harper?” he asks, taking us back to our earlier conversation
He runs his hands over me, and a tremble moves through me, proving I might not be in the right place, but at the same time I am. “Yes,” I whisper.
“Good.”
He leans forward and plants wet, open mouthed kisses on my back as his hands grip my ass cheeks, his fingers biting into my flesh. I bury my face in the pillow to stop myself from crying out. I really don’t want the entire household running into my room to check on me, only to find me with my ass in the air. Yeah, not good.
I wiggle, needing more, and I’m about to beg if I have to, but then he thrusts a finger inside me, giving me what I want. “Yesss…” I cry out, my pleasure muffled by the pillow. “I need…I want…” I say but can barely focus.
“You need to come?” he says.
“Yes.”
“You’ll let me taste all your sweet cum? You’ll let me lick you clean?”
“Please,” I beg. He picks up the pace, creating heat and friction with harder thrusts. My heart soars, my climax racing to the finish line. “Yes,” I cry out, as he slips a hand between my body and the pillow. He runs his finger over my clit, applies the perfect amount of pressure. My body lets go, gives in to the pleasure, and I release, filling his hand with my liquid heat. The entire world closes in on me as my sex pulses, harder than it ever has before. It’s crazy. Insane. Mind-blowingly fantastic. And I want more.
I’m about to move when he says, “Don’t.”
I pant, trying to fill my lungs when he rolls to his back and pulls me down until I’m over his mouth. He pushes his tongue into me, tasting me deep and once again I’m coming all over him. Christ, I’ve never felt anything like it, and I have no idea what he’s doing, but I keep coming and coming, until I can no longer capture my breath. He slows down, gently swirls his hot tongue around my clit. How is he so good at this? I curl my fingers into the bedsheets as he slowly brings me back down. His licks are gentle, softer, a light caress that could very well have me mixing up love and lust.
Focus on the sex, Harper.
“I need your cock inside me, Will. Now.”
He slides out from between my legs, and I roll over to see the wetness around his mouth. It’s odd how sexy I find that.
“How bad do you need it, Harper?”
I widen my legs and expose myself. “This bad,” I say, showing him my wetness.
He groans and falls over me, pinning me with his weight. His cock is at my entrance, and I lift, forcing his crown inside. He pulls back and curses. “Shit, I need a condom.”
God, I can’t believe I nearly forgot. What is this man doing to me? “Nightstand,” I say. “I put them in there earlier.”
He grins. “It’s almost like you had this planned.”
“A girl can hope, and there was that thing you said about having epic sex…again and again.”
“Well, I hope you have a whole fucking box in there, because I plan to fuck you until the sun comes up.”
“I do.”
He grins. “I knew there was something I liked about you.”
There’s a lot I like about him.
He reaches into the nightstand and pulls out a condom. He tears it from the package and goes back on his heels.
“Can I?” I ask, reaching for him.
He looks at my outstretched arm and grimaces. “If you do, I’m going to come all over your hand. I don’t come fast, Harper. I’ve never been premature, but that’s what you do to me.”
I pull back, a bubble of excitement rising in my chest. “You’d better do it then.”
“Good call.”
