Page 111 of David's Proposal

“You like that, don’t you?”

I like that he moves them slowly and deep, that I’m wet and needy. And that this feels almost as good as the orgasm that I now want to postpone.

He puts his mouth where his fingers were a few moments ago and licks every drop of wetness dripping out of me. His bites are softer, and his tongue soothes any pain, but the pain is hardly a deterrent.

My hips keep rolling, my flesh seeking his touch, the inside tension growing quickly.

The closer I get to the moment of relief, the more ample my moves are and the harder it is to rock my body with restraints.

He knows that.

That’s exactly what he wants. To have me restricted in that sense.

His fingers go back in, and then he alternates finger fucking me with tongue fucking me and I lose it.

The bed slams into the wall, and I’m afraid someone else in this motel might hear us.

The noise, the struggle, the characteristic rhythm.

The persistent knocking on the wall when you want to run with it fast. And want all that pleasure, fullness, and wildness to ram through you.

You want it all to move through your veins, occupy your brain, and quench your hunger. The hunger that eventually only expands.

When he spreads my butt open and runs his lips and tongue up, stroking my back entrance, I rebel.

“Please…” I say as much as I can under my breath.

I wish I had something inside me to scratch that itch, to soothe that frustration.

He presses his thumb into my puckered ring without entering me. Either way, my back hole starts clenching, while my core is heavy with tension, and my nipples could cut glass.

Holding his thumb pressed into my back opening, he sucks on my entrance, thrusts his tongue inside me, and I almost come. Almost… My body doesn’t know it, and it starts shaking like crazy, the noise of the bed hitting the wall becoming unbearable.

Anyone in this motel with decent hearing must know what’s going on. The walls are paper thin, and I move like a savage, chasing that orgasm that only he can give me when he wants to.

I do my best, clenching my thighs together as much as I can, rolling my pelvis, panting, and sweating.

“Please…” I say again.

He moves his hand from my rear and cups my clit, pressing the heel of his hand into it, giving me more of the same.

More torment. More need. His erection is between my thighs as he positions himself.

It’s heavy and warm, and he points it down to sweep over my inner things.

All he needs to do is point it to my center and slide it in. I’m absolutely convinced I’ll come after the first thrusts. Or if he fills me up and stays there for a second.

He rubs his hips against my rear, driving me nuts, and I whip my eyes to him and give him a death glare.

He laughs, splays his fingers over my face and pushes it away.

“Don’t look,” he says, guttural, possessive, intransigent, and hard to move.

“I don’t like you right now.”

“Oh… You already like me more than you know. This is for Vale, by the way…” he says and laughs softly while I try to look at him again. This time he grabs my face and holds it while he comes to me.

He comes so fast he knocks the breath out of me when he thrusts his tongue into my mouth and just as swiftly slides his hard length into me.

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