Page 33 of The Don's Proposal

My dick is pressing against the front of my slacks, a painful reminder of what Camellia does to me. Seeking relief, I don’t chase after it.

Instead, I finish taking off my shirt. It’s already ruined, one button missing, maybe two. Saying fuck it, I just pop open the rest to hurriedly get it off.

I hear her whimper, and I lift my gaze. “You like that? You like me ruining my shirts because of how desperate I am for you?”

She lets out a shaky sigh. “It makes you look really strong,” she admits softly. Her thighs try to come together to contain the heat forming, but my hips make it impossible.

I’m going to have to put more money into shirts then. Panties, too, because I can only imagine how wet she’ll become if I’m tearing off every pair for hiding her pussy from me.

“We’re going to entertain that thought in the future.” Grinning, I toss the ruined shirt and force myself to blink. I have to, or else my damn eyes will dry out from staring at her for too long.

My fingers move in a blur as I pull back to free my straining erection. At this point, being hard is a pain I need to be accustomed to. I don’t think there’s going to be a time where I’m not wanting this woman’s touch. Her body. Her existence.

“Where do you want me to put this?” I ask, my words thick as I wrap my fingers tightly around my cock. “Show me.”

It’s an order that makes her cheeks go the reddest I’ve ever seen.

Biting her plump lip, she reaches out and replaces my fingers with hers. Sucking in a shaky breath, she groans as she glides my tip against her clit, and finally, her opening. “Right here.”

“That’s it.” With a smile curling onto my lips, I lean forward and listen to her suck in a breath as I start to bury myself into her wet heat. It’s a sensation I’m never going to get tired of.

Once she no longer has to touch me, I’m plucking her hand and cradling it against mine. Kissing her fingertips, I don’t miss the way her eyes watch ever so carefully.

I want her to look at me, and never to look away.

Leaning forward, I capture her lips once more before finally moving.

Plunging my hips forward, I spread her walls apart with the invasion of my cock.

I have to choke back a groan. The sound comes immediately. No matter how many times I’m inside her, this pussy is going to risk being the reason behind my downfall.

Sex has never been something I sought for. Pleasure was nothing but a way to unwind whenever I truly felt like I was reaching my limit of snapping.

Now, I’m craving this for an entire reason. Just to hear the breathy moans that leave her lips every time I pull back and tug on her sensitive nerves when I slide right back in. I’m addicted to the little things.

To her little squeaks when I lift her hips and thrust at a different angle. To the way her skin flushes pink as she gets all embarrassed by my staring. Fuck, to the way she whispers my name when I do something she really likes.

This woman. My soon-to-be wife. She’s a drug I can’t get enough of.

I love her. The thought is foreign, but I know it’s true. There’s no mistaking the fear I felt when she ran out in front of my men with their guns. The fear of losing her.

I love Camellia. I won’t be able to love another. It’s either her or a lonely existence now. I’ll tell her every day. Even if it makes me look weak, even if she gets annoyed by hearing it, I’ll express my love for her in any way how.

She moans against my tongue as I kiss her again. Cupping the back of my neck, she clings to me like she never wants to separate for air.

Bucking her hips, her cries of pleasure fill the room as I set a steady pace with my hips. I’m going to have to soundproof this room to keep these noises all to myself.

For now, everyone can be fucking jealous that these are all for me.

Pulling away once I’ve kissed her swollen lips for the thousandth, she stares into my eyes and nothing could prepare me for the words that leave her lips.

“I love you, Santino.” Using the words against me, her pussy suffocates my cock with a tight squeeze.

“Say it again for me,” I all but beg, hardly recognize my voice. This desperation.

Her free hand moves to cup my chin. “I love you.”

My cock jumps, and three words risk my entire downfall. Thankfully, I don’t spill my release then and there. Instead, I hold off as long as I can.

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