Page 50 of David's Proposal

“Man…” I murmur, running my hands down, stroking him.

His skin is smooth.

He watches me while I palm his balls, cuff his hard flesh, and run my tongue up until I reach the tip of his erection.

Half of it goes into my mouth when my eyes briefly close.

I swear I didn’t plan for any of this.

I thought it was a cute game. Talking dirty to him.

My muse finally showed up to do her job.

I was making stuff up on the fly. I was just being creative.

He inspired me to say all that.

See how this works, and now I’m on my knees, virtually naked with his hard-on in my mouth, licking and sucking on it, running my tongue around the chiseled tip like my entire literary career depends on that.

The smell of sex and male cologne triggers me in the best way possible, making me horny, needy, and famished for his hardness.

I open my eyes and stare up at him.

He is entirely focused on me doing my job. A blow job, that is.

Even with him blocking the door, someone might see me or at least figure out what I am doing since I'm on my knees, with my head bobbing and my lips glued to his hard length.

He moves his hand to the back of my head and tilts his hips so I can take more of him.

Almost gagging, I suck him with so much pleasure and dedication he starts to rock his hips.

Faster and faster.

Getting so stiff that I choke on him.

“Don’t stop. You’re doing it good.”

His encouragement makes me move my hand with my head, and it only takes a few more seconds before he blasts his load in my throat and comes, grunting with pleasure.

His grip hardens on the back of my head, and my eyes water, and I’m positively sure someone just walked past the elevator without stopping.

Details we have no time to think about.

His grip softens, and he slowly pulls out of my mouth and looks down with unfocused eyes.

A smile clings to his lips.

“You’re good at this,” he says and coming from him feels like a prize.

He gives me a soft wink while tucking himself back into his fancy pants and reaching inside his jacket for a handkerchief.

Slowly he wipes my mouth clean, his eyes locked with mine.

“Think about what I said to you, baby. We can have so much fun together.”

His smile makes a pull tighten in my abdomen and my heart clench.

I’m a bit high on the hormones in my bloodstream.

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