Page 129 of Proposal Play

She slides one palm along the plush carpet, then the other, then a knee. When she reaches me, I curl a hand through her hair, twist it in my fist. Give it a nice tug. She lets out a soft whimper and looks up at me with a submissive expression. “Yes, sir?”

I am molten. Fire licks my veins. “You want to know if it’s too much?”

“I do.”

“You think I can’t handle it? Turn around and tease me,” I bite out.

Maeve grins mischievously, then stands up and says, “Let’s find out.” She spins around, giving me a seductivelook over her shoulder before grinding down hard on my erection.

I inhale sharply. “Fuuuuck.”

“I’m sorry, sir. Is that too much?” she asks innocently.

“No, but I need to make sure it’s not too much for you,” I say, as I dip my hand around her waist and under her panties. She moans as I slide my fingers through her warm, wet pussy. She’s heaven and so, so soft.

“You can take more,” I say, then ease out. “Now, get down on your knees, and show me you can handle every inch of me in your throat.”

“On one condition,” she says.

“What’s that?”

“I decide where you come.”

It’s like electricity fries my whole body. She’s everything. Not because she wants to suck me off, though that does help. It’s because she gives so completely.

And I want everything she has to offer.

“Fair enough. Now take out my dick and take care of your husband,” I demand. “I made you dinner, after all. Show me how much you enjoyed it.”

She drops to her knees, tap dances her fingers up my thighs, then unzips and pulls down my jeans. I assist her eagerly, pushing down my briefs. She stops, eyes popping when she sees the design and, well, the positioning of the animal right over my hard-on. “Roosters? I had no idea CheekyBeasts’ repertoire included roosters,” she says.

I run the back of my knuckles against her cheek. “It’s a prototype for a new design. They asked me for ideas the other week. I suggested a rooster. Since you like cocks so much.”

Her eyes gleam. “So they’re sort of for me.”

“It’s for you, Maeve.” The meaning isn’t lost on me—everything’s for her. She might not know it yet. I might not be showing her all my cards since I don’t want to scare her away. But still, I know that everything is for her.

Even the new underwear.

“Good,” she says, then frees my cock. When she sees it, her eyes widen and her tongue darts out. I don’t know if she’s aware that she does that every time she sees my dick, but I won’t tell her. It’s like a game of poker, and that’s her tell—it gives away how much she wants me.

She wraps those pretty lips around my shaft and my thighs clench. She murmurs as she takes me in, inch by inch. Heat builds low in my stomach.

I urge her on, grazing my thumb over her top lip. “You’ve got this, honey. Take it all,” I murmur.

She nods against my length, looking like sin and all of my dreams. My Maeve, my best friend, my temporary wife who doesn’t feel temporary at all is worshiping my cock with that lush mouth.

I slide my thumb down her jawline then wrap my hand gently around her throat, stroking it as if I can help her open wider. She swallows against my hand, relaxing. “That’s right, baby. It’s not too much for you, is it?”

She shakes her head, then flashes me a mischievous smile. A look that says,You might be able to choke me with that cock, but I’ve got you by the balls.

Then, for a few minutes, she sucks fervently, sparks crackling across my skin. It’s filthy and perfect and everything I could want. My hands scrape through her hair. She runs her palm up my thighs. I ease out, letting the tip graze her lovely lips. The view makes my whole body tremble. I push my thumb inside and warn her. “You’d better decide soon.”

“I’m a last second kind of girl,” she says, then dropsher mouth all the way down on me again, devouring my cock. I start pumping my hips in the chair, filling her throat. My breathing turns frantic.

Briefly she coughs, but she shakes her head and holds up a hand.Don’t stop,she’s telling me. And I don’t. I pump faster as she sucks brutally hard, giving me a raw, passionate blow job until my thoughts are this close to blanking out. My pulse pounds everywhere. But still, I grunt out one question. A harsh, urgent: “Where?”

She drops me from her mouth and grabs my cock, pointing it at her face. “On me.”

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