Page 42 of David's Proposal

He pushes it deep until I arch in pleasure again.

“Have you?” he asks.

“I can’t think about it now. I need more time.”

“Time…” he says and continues doing what he’s been doing, taking his time.

I’ll come within moments if he keeps doing that.

“You have to talk to me a little more…” I say, my thought emerging from a fuzzy brain.

Talking about sex for money arouses me even more.

“We’ll talk,” he says, distracted.

His finger is soaked from my wetness when he pulls my hair back, removes his touch, and pushes his erection in.

“Oh… Fuck me…” I murmur, and he laughs quietly.

“That will happen. More than you expect it,” he says, rocking his hips, his hard flesh sliding back and forth.

His fingers dig into my waist while he pounds me hard. Not fast, only hard.

I’m embarrassingly wet, my center clenching, the sweet high precluded by a state of oblivion.

“Move with me…” he says.

I’m usually more attentive to these things, but having him inside me has made me fail in every way.

I feel so good while he drives his hard length into me, pushing me to the edge.

One more thrust, and I’ll probably fall over.

“It’s not like me…” I mumble, and he slowly drags his nails down my spine, a swarm of goosebumps forming in his wake.

I move my hips to meet his thrusts.

“You’ll get the hang of it,” he says.

I chuckle, and he lowers his hand and grabs my boobs.

“You’re funny,” I say.

“So I’ve heard,” he tosses back at me, a smile lining his voice.

“I doubt it,” I comment, remembering how aloof he seems at times.

He says nothing for a moment, focused only on pushing his flesh inside me.

I glance at him over my shoulder and find him laser-focused on plunging his hard meat into my body.

No smile sits on his face, and nothing tells me he’s aware of me watching him.

A beautiful man, through and through, even when oblivious to my stare.

He lets go of my hair and I sweep it over my shoulder so it doesn’t slide over my face before he brings his thumb to my back entrance.

“Do you like anal?” he asks, and I turn rigid.

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