Page 16 of Dangerous Proposal

“Then you’ll get me,” I promise. “You’ll get me whenever you want.”

The dull head of my length presses against her folds. I’m expecting Evie to push me in, but she surprises me by dragging my cock through her wetness, effectively teasing both of us. I growl in a show of impatience, hoping she gets what I’m trying to say.

I need to be inside her. Now. Right fucking now. She’s mine.

Finally, I just can’t take it anymore. I swat her hand away and take my cock in my palm. Without any warning, I push deep inside of her, sheathing myself in her tight, wet heat. She lets out a yelp of surprise, and I groan, my hips twitching slightly at the way her body squeezes me.

She’s perfect. The hot grooves of her body welcome me like they’ve been waiting for me. They have been, that much is obvious. We were made for each other, and our coupling is proof of that.

“Feel so good, princess,” I tell her, capturing her lips in a kiss again.

Evie makes a muffled noise against my mouth. It’s a show of appreciation, and I preen at the way I already have her wordless. In just a few minutes, she’ll be completely brainless for me. That thought makes my cock twitch inside of her. She feels it, throwing her head back in ecstasy.

I start the slow and steady roll of my hips. Evie sighs, her movements beginning to match my own. Her impatience is titillating. I want to give in, to fuck her ruthlessly, but I like keeping her on edge. I want to make her beg.

“Fuck,” I curse, my nails digging into the concrete beneath my palms with the effort it takes to keep from pounding into her relentlessly. “God, you feel so good.”

“So– so,” she starts, completely out of breath. “So big.”

The compliment goes straight to my head. Both of my heads, actually. I grit my teeth, knowing that, while she probably means that, she’s just saying things in an attempt to get me to give her what she wants. Unfortunately for her, I’m a headstrong motherfucker. She’s not going to get what she wants unless she grovels.

“And it’s all yours,” I say as I pull out before pressing back in. “Go on, Evie. Go on and say it.”

“It’s all mine,” she manages to get out. It’s so cute. It almost makes my resolve break. I’m stronger than that, though.

The slow roll of my hips continues. My girl makes little, needy sounds. It’s like she’s trying to urge me to go faster. She already knows what buttons to push, but this isn’t what I want from her. Maybe she needs a little prompting.

“Try telling me what you want,” I say, keeping my mouth close to her ear. “If you ask for it sweet enough, I just might give it to you.”

“Harder,” she gasps, grabbing onto me tightly. “Fuck me hard, Red. Please. I want it so bad. I’ll do anything you want. Just… please, Red. Please.”

“That’s it,” I say, barely suppressing the growl of desire that rips itself out of my throat. “I’ll give you just what you want, sweet girl.”

Now that she’s asked, I unleash what I’ve been holding back. I let myself go, getting lost in the sweet, sweet tightness that is my woman. She responds beautifully, letting out a high-pitched peep that echoes in the empty warehouse.

The sound is like music to my ears. It’s better than any song I’ve ever heard. It’s melodic, rippling through my body in a way that I’ve never experienced. Evie is special, so special, and so different from any other woman I’ve encountered.

How does a bastard like me get so lucky? Everywhere I go, I leave destruction and hardship in my wake. My hands have caused pain, bruised and bloodied and killed. Yet, they’re allowed to touch Evie. They can caress and love and give pleasure too.

“Red,” she moans, her nails digging into my back even harder.

She holds onto me as if she's afraid she'll slip away. But what she doesn't realize is that I'll never let her go. If she'd let me, I wouldn't let her leave my side, not for anything. But even now, I’ll only let her go for those damn college classes—those little things that still matter to her, even though I can see how much they weigh on her.

I fuck her hard, wanting her to know that I’ll always take care of her on every level. I’ll give her everything she wants, everything she ever dreamed about, and I’ll make damn sure she never knows a day without pleasure and love.

“God, you feel so good around me, baby girl,” I grunt, capturing her slack mouth in another bruising kiss.

She whimpers, needy and desperate. Her pussy constricts around my length, her climax getting closer. I bet it won’t take much more to push her right over that edge, to pull unrestrained pleasure from deep in her gut.

“Tell me, Evie, are you getting close?” I ask, needing to hear her voice again.

My orgasm is getting close. Her tight, wet, perfect heat is unrelenting. The sounds of happiness she makes are even better. I know that once she lets go, I’ll be right there with her.

“Yes, Red,” she whines, swallowing hard before moaning again. “So close.”

“Then be good for me and come,” I command. “Come all over my fat cock, sweetheart.”

My words seem to be all that she needs. She practically screams as she clamps down around me hard. I keep fucking her, my thrusts never slow down, the pace enough to drag her orgasm out as long as I possibly can.

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