Page 99 of Proposal Play

Settle the fuck down, man.

I try to clear the emotions cluttering my brain, focusing only on the physical. “Keep count,” I tell her, dangling the toy in front of her.

“Four,” she says, breathlessly.

“Such a good wife,” I praise, then I slide it inside her soaked pussy.

She keens. It’s gorgeous and animalistic all at once, and it goes to my dick and my heart. But I fight off the feelings, focusing only on the task. Edging her like she’s never been edged before.

I thrust it all the way in, flick on the ears, and let it ride her lovely, hungry clit. In no time, she’s writhing against the shaft, her lips parted, her cries telling me she’s so damn close. She tosses her head back. “Asher,” she groans, groans, nearly there, nearly coasting over that precipice.

And Ishouldlet her come. Really, I should. I could get her over the cliff in a couple more deep thrusts. But I turn it off.

“Screw you,” she shouts.

“We can’t, Maeve. Remember?”

“Asher,” she seethes.

“Need to use your safe word?” I ask, hoping, fucking praying she says no.

She glares at me with narrowed eyes. “Five. Give. Me. Five.”

I smile. And I can’t resist a second longer. As I grab thelast vibrator—the Soft Touch, the one that simulates a tongue and lips—I lean over her, and this time I don’t steal a kiss. Itakea hot, deep one as I turn on the new toy, slide it between her thighs, and rub it against her.

She moans and I swallow the sound with my lips.

She cries out and I kiss her while I rub faster.

She pants and I stroke.

Then I let go of her mouth and she screams.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she calls out as she comes utterly, fantastically undone in my bed, for me.

And, I’m pretty sure, with no regrets.

Fifty thousand years later, she smiles woozily at me. “You’re so mean.”

“I’m the worst. But you’re right, Maeve,” I say, then cage her in with my arms. “It does take you five supersize vibrators.”

“Actually, it was four supersize vibrators and one little one with superpowers.”

“Is that a challenge? You want to try again with five big ones?”

She laughs but then shakes her head. “Actually…” Her gaze drifts down my body. Come to think of it, I’m feeling a breeze. My towel must have fallen off at some point. My hard shaft bobs against her shirt.

She glances down at it then up to my face. “Come again, husband,” she whispers sensually, pausing, looking down at her chest. “On me.”

In case it wasn’t clear.

She’s a siren. She’s a dreamer. She’s an artist. She’s my best friend’s sister. She’s my best friend too—my rock. But right now, she’s simply the woman I can’t resist.

“If you insist,” I say, then push up her shirt, so the tank sits tight under her arms, groaning when I set my eyes onthose gorgeous tits for the first time, with perky, dusky rose nipples and plenty to hold onto. There’s so much I want to do to them. Lick and bite and kiss and fuck. For now though, I straddle her chest, a knee on each side of her. I give my aching cock a stroke. Yeah, this won’t take long. “There’s only one little problem.”

She shoots me a coquettish smile. “I wouldn’t say it’s little, Asher.”

Glad she appreciates the goods, but it’s best not to gloat. Instead, I meet her curious irises. “But the thing is,” I say, giving my cock another tug.

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