Page 65 of A Little Naughty

I keep going, only breaking away a moment to roll on the condom. “Sit.”

She holds my hand, reaching down to fist my shaft and guiding it into her. The tip goes in, and we both groan when she hesitates.

“So big.” She’s on her knees, and she lowers slowly, pulling up again to tease me.

“Jemima,” I groan, lifting my hands to squeeze her bare ass. “What are you doing to me?”

“Making you crazy, I hope.” Her hands are on my cheeks, and she covers my mouth with hers before dropping all the way and starting to ride.

“Fuck,” I exhale against her lips.

My fingers tighten on her ass, and I move her faster to match the burning need in my pelvis. I’m on fire. Sensations radiate from the arches of my feet up my thighs, and shaky whimpers slip from her throat as I move her on my cock.

At some point, she takes the reins, wrapping her arms around my neck and pushing her chest to mine, grinding faster and harder. I lean back on my hands in the grass, watching my own private lap dance. Her eyes are closed. Her forehead is furrowed, and her lips part as she rotates her hips, bucking again and again until she comes apart on my cock.

Reaching behind her neck, I roll us so she’s on the ground beneath me. I prop on my forearms and thrust. Her thighs start to shake, and she wails, digging her heels into the ground as if she’ll try to squirm away.

It flips something primal in my brain, and my orgasm roars through my pelvis. With a shout, I come violently hard, my cock pulsing and jerking. Her body spasms around me once more, and I moan, holding onto her as I almost black out from the sensation.

“Fuck me.” My forehead drops to her shoulder, and I try to steady my breathing. “That was intense.”

Her arms are around my shoulders, and she’s panting as well.

When she speaks it’s a whisper. “I’ve never come so hard.”

Lifting my head, I look into her eyes. “So you like hunting?”

She starts to laugh, and I start to slip out. “Fuck.” I reach between us and catch the condom, quickly putting it away so I can trash it later.

I’m on my knees, holding her hand, and she stands, going to where she left her clothes. I jerk up my jeans, grinning like an idiot as I watch her cute little ass disappear in her underwear then into her leggings.

A thought crosses my mind that ought to scare the shit out of me, but it doesn’t. I want to be like this with her always. I never want to let her go.

When she turns to face me again, her brow is furrowed like she’s just discovered a serious problem. My stomach drops, and I catch her chin.

“Hey, you okay? Was I too rough just then?” I remember the part where it seemed like she might squirm away.

“No, you were amazing.” She blinks up at me, and her blue eyes are so bright. “I need to ask you something, and it’s going to sound crazy. But just hear me out.”

“Okay.” I slide my thumb along the line of her jaw, thinking I’m ready to do just about anything for her.

Clearing her throat, she reaches up and takes my hand, holding it in both of hers. She presses her lips together, sliding her thumbs along the top, hesitating as if she’s suddenly afraid. I’m so confused, but she inhales slowly.

Then, lifting her chin, she holds my gaze, and with all the sincerity in the world, she says, “Raif Jones, will you marry me?”

CHAPTER17

JEMIMA

The world goes completely silent.

The wind isn’t blowing. There are no frogs croaking. Even the bugs seem to go still.

I’m standing in the middle of an empty field after another mind-blowing round of hot sex, waiting for Raif Jones to answer me.

Baby, just say yes…

His brow lowers, and his lips part as if he’ll say something. Then they close again, and he blinks a few times. His eyes hold mine, which I appreciate, but I can see he’s completely confused.

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