Page 26 of Improper Proposal
In a bold move, I put my hands on his shoulder and give a shove. “Let me help you with that.”
He laughs as he drops to his knees and reaches for the button on my jeans.
“I love a sexy girl who knows what she wants,” he teases.
“Will.”
“Yeah.”
“I think you have a better use of that smart mouth of yours.” We both laugh, but mine turns to a moan as he releases my zipper and tugs my pants until they’re around my knees. He goes back on his heels and looks at me. I want to widen my legs, but I can’t, they’re trapped, and Will seems to be quite pleased about that.
“Will,” I growl.
“What?” he asks all innocent like.
“Please…”
He smirks. “Please what?”
“Your mouth…that thing you said about tasting.” I’m practically vibrating as I stand here with my pants halfway down my legs, my nipples hard, eager for his mouth, too. “Did you forget?”
His eyes darken as he wets his lower lip. “Forget? No. I just love to look at you.” There is no humor in his voice when he says. “You’re beautiful.”
My breath stalls as he takes off his pants in seconds flat and strokes his hard cock, going from the base to tip as he drinks me in, his eyes intense, unguarded. My God, the way he wants me… I just… I don’t know. I guess I’ve just never felt so needed and desired before.
Craving the feel of him against my skin, I reach for him. “Will,” I whisper, and he finally closes the distance between us. With my legs still pinned together, he runs his tongue along my seam and dips inside. “Yes,” I moan, and he circles my clit.
“You taste so fucking sweet,” he murmurs and pushes his tongue into me. I cup his head and hold him there as he licks and sucks and savors me like I’m candy.
I move against his mouth, buck against his face, desperate for him and shamelessly letting him know. “You’re going to come in my mouth before I put my cock in you. I’m going to take you there using nothing but my tongue.”
“Yes, please…” I whimper, loving his confidence, the way he knows how to touch me. He brushes the soft blade over my clit, and I moan. Heat rushes through me, centers between my quivering legs. Will grips my hips, holds me still as he eats at me. I grip his hair, pull a little, my thoughts lost to everything except the pleasure between my legs. I gulp air and whimper as his hot tongue sears my sex. He rolls his tongue, then laps at me, changing the pressure and direction until my sex is tightening. A tremor rips through me as red-hot desire twists inside me.
“Yes,” I cry out, then clamp my hand over my mouth. Powerful waves crash over me, and Will stays between my legs, running his tongue along the length of my sex to taste every drop. He inches back, and his nostrils flare as his eyes meet mine.
“I want you. Hard and fast,” he says, and all I can do is nod. He grips my pants, drags them to my feet, and I kick them away. He’s breathing hard as he guides me to the bed and turns me until my back is pressed to his chest. His cock throbs against me, and I wiggle to tease him. He growls, and I get the sense that I just poked the bear again.
I face the bed and he bends me at the waist, then tosses a pillow onto the floor. My heart squeezes at the gesture.
“On your knees,” he orders in a soft voice, and I slide to the floor, wanting…needing his touch. “Get that sweet ass of yours in the air and open your pretty pussy. I want to see you. All of you.” He puts his mouth next to my ear. “You’re mine, Harper, and I’m going to fuck you so hard. I’m going to make a mess of you, ruin you for every other man, and leave you wanting only me between your legs. Got that?”
I draw a shaky breath, my body buzzing in anticipation. “Yes, please,” is all I can seem to say tonight.
The nightstand opens, and I kneel there, my sex wide open to him as he sheathes himself. A second later his cock is between my legs. “After I fuck you, I’m going to tie y
ou to this bed and do dirty things to you until the sun comes up,” he says, his voice low and harsh. My pulse leaps as he drives into me with one hard thrust. I grip the bedsheets as my breasts press into the bed. I take him deep, deeper than ever before, and it almost hurts. But it’s a good hurt, and he’s right, he will ruin me for every other man. I am in so deep it’s scary, but I can’t think about that now with his big cock snug inside me. He gives me a second to catch my breath, then grips my hips again.
He inches out and powers into me again, pushing me into the bed with an intensity I’ve never seen in him before, but I love every second of it. He grunts, his breath hot on my back as he keeps to his word and fucks me like I’ve never been fucked before. He pounds into me, frenzied, wild…a man driven to take what’s his.
If only I really was his.
“Yes, Will,” I say. “Fuck me. Hard.”
My blood races, and I’m breathing so hard my throat is dry. I tremble from head to toe and move with him, every thrust penetrating my defenses and amplifying the things I’m feeling for him. I take a gulping breath as another orgasm claws at me.
“Fuck, Harper,” he moans as I release, my liquid desire soaking his cock as he pillages me. “You feel so fucking good.” He pushes deep and stills. “I’m there. Fuck, I’m so there.”
As he groans his surrender, my sex muscles clench around him, and I hold him inside me as he fills the condom with cum. For a brief second, I wish there were no barriers between us—and I’m not just referring to the rubber. He throbs, and I grip the bedsheet, strung out and wrung out and completely messed up and ruined.
