Page 20 of Improper Proposal
I slowly lower my bra straps. He might be deliciously demanding of me, and while I like it, it doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun with him, too. His nostrils flare as I take my time to ease out of my bra. I unhook the back and let it slide down my body. He licks his lips.
“You are fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs. “Now keep going.”
I unbutton my jeans and give an extra shake to my hips as I slide them down my legs, leaving my lacy panties in place. I remind myself to thank my sponsor for packing such sexy things, then I remember I’m on the wrong adventure. I guess it’s too late to worry about that now. I grip the lace at my hips, curl it around my fingers, and give a small tug.
“Do you have any idea how hard I’m going to fuck you?” he asks.
I gulp.
“No?” he continues, one brow arched.
“No,” I say, and try not to sound as breathless as I feel. A futile attempt.
“Yeah, I’m going eat your sweet cunt until you come all over my face, then I’m going to put my big cock inside you.” He rubs his hands over his crotch. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’re going to feel me a week from now.”
Trying to play along, to keep my cool when my entire body is shaking, I say, “I was thinking—”
“No thinking. Just naked,” he growls, and I grin at his eagerness.
“What I was thinking,” I say, “is that you’re completely overdressed.”
He grins. “Yeah, you’re right.” In two seconds flat, he tears into his pants and kicks them away, standing before me with a huge hard-on aimed my way. “Now keep going,” he says.
I turn toward the fire and bend forward, keeping my knees locked so my ass is in the air, offered up to him so nicely. I’m not entirely sure I should be poking the bear, but I’m too far gone to stop now. I lift my legs one at a time and remove my black lace. When I stand and turn to face him again, the lust raging in his eyes steals the breath from my lungs. My God, I don’t think any man has ever wanted me the way he does right now. It gives me a thrill, but I don’t want to bring too many emotions into this encounter. Once I return home, I’ll never see him again. His gaze centers in on the greedy spot between my thighs, and I widen my legs to give him a better view.
“I can’t decide,” he says, and I go still. Is he having second thoughts? I open my mouth to ask, but his gaze moves back to mine. “I can’t decide what I want first. Your mouth on my cock, or mine buried between your legs.”
“Let me make it easy for you,” I say, bolder than I’ve ever been before. I close the short distance, drop to my knees, and pull him into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat. He’s so big, I’ll never be able to take him all in, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to try. I gag a little and take him deeper, until he’s stretching my throat. His curses encourage me, and when he moves my hair to the side to watch, excitement burns through my blood.
I’ve never really put on a show for a man before, but him watching me take his cock deep is kind of hot. I moan, and the vibration around his cock does something to him, because he’s gripping my hair and rocking into me, fucking my mouth as I open wider to accommodate his girth.
“You like that Harper? You like my cock in your mouth?” Since I can’t talk, I moan my response, and his cock thickens even more. “So fucking good,” he murmurs. “But I can’t wait to get my mouth between your legs. I want you to spread for me, wide open. I’m going to eat you for hours, then fuck you hard. You’ll let me do whatever I want, won’t you, Harper?”
I moan around his cock and when pre-cum drips from his crown, I lap it. “Mmm,” I whimper, and the grip on my hair tightens.
“You need to stop, or I’m going to come in your mouth.”
I glance up at him, and his beautiful cock plops from my mouth. I take him into my hands, and his blood rushes through his long length as I stroke him. “Maybe I want you to. Maybe I want you to shoot down my throat.”
“Fuck, girl. Next time, maybe. Right now there are things I need to do to you.” A little tug on my hair has me climbing to my feet. He slides an arm around me and backs me up until my legs hit the bed. “My mouth on you. Now.”
I grin at his bossiness but secretly love it. He gives me a little shove, and I fall backward. I shift and let my legs fall open. He stands back, heat in his eyes as he glances the length of me with admiring eyes. “What are you waiting for?” I ask and crook my finger, gesturing him close.
He climbs onto the bed and goes onto his knees. Strong fingers grip my legs and bend them, then he presses them open until its almost painful, but I don’t care. I want to feel everything, want him to take me the way he needs to, and leave my body beautifully bruised.
He runs his finger over my slit, and my hips come off the bed. “You have the prettiest pussy,” he says. “I’m so fucking glad you’re mine and not George’s.”
You’re mine. Well, technically tonight I am. I mean, I did agree that he could do whatever he wanted to me.
He moves forward on his knees and lowers his head. That first sweet touch of
his tongue to my clit is like heaven. Goose bumps break out on my skin at the tingling sensations racing through me.
“That feels so good,” I murmur and cup my breasts. I lift my hips, bang against his mouth, but he presses a hand to my stomach and holds me down. He licks my clit with the soft blade of his tongue, then the flicks become sharper, more intense. “Yes,” I cry out, and he slides a finger into me, less hurried than we were earlier today. I can’t decide if I’m happy about that or not, but that thought flies out of my head when he draws my swollen nub into his mouth and sucks it, hard. He’s right—I am going to feel this well into next week.
My entire body burns, goes up in flames, and I’m pretty sure the strongest orgasm of my life is about to rocket through me, but he eases off, prolonging the pleasure.
“More,” I cry out and chuckle when one hand reaches up to cover my mouth. I get it. We need to be quiet, but how can I possibly keep my mouth shut with a man who fucks like him. I bite down on one of his fingers to be quiet, and his laugh vibrates through me, bringing me higher and higher, but I don’t want to tumble over the edge. I don’t want this to end.
