Page 97 of David's Proposal

My hands fall to the edge of the sink as I arch my body and push my rear back.

The sound of his zipper going down makes me aware that this is happening. How or how fast is still unknown.

Mechanically, I grip my hemline and lift it past my hips, watching him in the mirror.

He looks down while he slides his fingers inside my panties and spreads the moisture of my core around my clit. He pushes my panties to my thighs and reaches inside his pants.

I can’t see his erection, but I feel it quickly. The hard, warm, chiseled head of his hard–on trails between my legs.

He tilts my hips, holds his hard length with one hand, and presses the tip against my opening.

Slowly, he enters me all the way.

Oh, my… What a sensation.

Once inside, he runs his hardness into me.

I jolt against the sink, my knees hitting the sink base cabinet below.

He reaches inside his pocket this time, takes his phone out, and makes a little recording of him entering me slowly.

Doing it slowly does its magic. My center throbs, and the pleasure spirals up, morphing into a tightly coiled spring.

And all the tension created last night that has been dormant the entire day is now fully awakened, barreling through my body.

He ends the recording and slides his phone back into his pocket. I’m hopeful I’ll watch that recording soon.

Once he frees his hands, he brings them to my chest and slides them inside my top. My breasts fill his palms while he moves into me, making my core even more wet than it was.

His eyes don’t come to me while he nudges me down, but his hands keep kneading my chest.

It feels good.

I’m not sure how well my dress will fare, though.

He starts to rock his hips harder and harder and enter me deeper and deeper. The deeper he goes, the closer he gets me to the point of no return.

We don’t talk at all, which works fine for me. It’s a filthy, unscripted hookup, and it works wonders for my sex drive. Now I know what he means by adding money to this story.

We already do everything except me getting a paycheck.

Thinking about earning money while doing this throws me into a whirlpool of pleasure.

I move a little, but he keeps me still.

I lift my gaze, yet he looks down.

He truly wants to fuck me. Not to make love to me or ignite warm feelings for him in me.

It’s a different side of him I feed on now. And it’s the side of him all the paid workers he had dealt with, Rain Sexton included––before she was a Sexton––got to know.

His hands curl around my hips as he picks up the pace.

My breasts jiggle and bounce, and I drape my arm over them while he fucks me hard.

When I get a sense that he is about to blast his load, my center throbs faster, and the tension only intensifies.

It takes a moment of apparent stalling before the pleasure spikes violently, and I get shudder after shudder of lustful bliss in my frame.

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