Page 18 of The Don's Proposal

She’s a virgin. An untouched, pure soul who fell into the worst pair of hands. Ones that can’t stop touching her.

Will her body enjoy my fingers more than my tongue? With only one way to find out, I make room for my hand.

“Does this feel good?” Aching for any confirmation, I groan when she nods. “Do you accept my apology?”

She blinks slowly, her pupils blown. Like she’s forgotten the whole excuse I gave her to let me cross these lines, her brows come together before her chin tilts back. Taking in a slow inhale, her head shakes. “Not yet.”

Yeah, I’m sure of it. This woman was made for me. She took too long to enter my life, but there’s no way in hell I’m going to let another minute go by without making her mine.

I want her, both body and soul. If anyone tries to take her away, I’ll kill them. Simple as that.

Her mouth makes a beautifulOas I work a finger inside. Her pussy clenches around the intrusion, but sucks me right back in every time I move my wrist. Even better, adding a second finger is as easy as the first.

“You take me so well, you know that?” Curling and spreading them, I discover which spots make her squirm the most. If there’s anall of the aboveoption, she’d fit the bill. “You have to see it too, don’t you? You were made for me.”

“You’re crazy.” Her voice catches and a shudder rolls through her as I hook her walls.

“Crazy for you, for this.” I have no problem admitting the truth. My breath catches as she lifts her hips on her own.

I don’t care if she tries to take over. I can’t think of something sexier than this woman rubbing against me to find her pleasures. Even if she doesn’t realize what she’s doing, I don’t stop her. Instead, I let her body lead.

Her body gives the telltale signs of reaching the peak of her limit. Be it her twitching legs or her clenching walls. Too lost in her sweet taste, I chase after her orgasm until she’s arching against the mattress, and deafening my ears with a cry.

Leaving her as nothing but a panting mess, I lick my fingers before enjoying my reward. Even when she tries to swat me from her overly sensitive nerves, I can’t stop until I’ve had my fill.

Flattening her thighs on the bed, I lift long enough to reveal my slick chin. I look at her dazed expression. Pupils blow, she grips at my sweatshirt covering her top half. Must feel hot and uncomfortable.

I place a wet kiss against her stomach as I push the fabric up. Revealing more skin than I ever imagined seeing in the first place, she moans when my teeth catch certain parts of her stomach. Just as I finally reach her chest, she surprises us both by lifting her arms.

“Good girl.” Murmuring the praise, I throw the sweatshirt, and leave her body bare for no one but my eyes. Her skin is glistening and covered in more freckles. I run my tongue along the dots and trace the goosebumps with the tip of my tongue. “You like that, little bird? You want to be my good girl instead?”

She can leave her cage behind and get comfortable on my lap from now on. Perched on my thigh, she’d be free to do whatever she pleased. Be it in my office, or while I’m eating every meal, I don’t give a fuck. Even if she wants to torture me by grinding her innocent pussy across my leg enough to soak the fabric, I’m more than willing to make the changes needed to make this happen.

Distractions be damned, I’d let her do it just to make me suffer.

First things first, I’d make her get rid of that cursed last name. I can easily turn her into a Bertelli by slipping a ring onto her finger.

My cock swells, digging roughly into the mattress at such a crazed thought.

Marriage? Maybe I’m in worse shape than I originally thought. But now that the thought has crossed my mind, it will be all I can think about until I make it a reality.

Dragging my mouth higher, I discover her perfectly perky her tits are. Her nipples are already hardened points, lifting to welcome my greedy mouth. However, I don’t give her what she wants.

“Do you want my mouth all over you, Camellia?” Crawling higher, I grind my hips against hers and draw a moan from her lips. “You’re going to have to put in a little work, too. I can’t be the only one.”

She bites her lip and closes her eyes. She wants to pretend she doesn’t want this by letting me do everything. Well, I’m not letting her be a coward. Not this time. Finally, she opens her eyes.

“I want you to kiss them.” Her eyes settle on my lips and she squirms when I don’t move just yet. “Please.”

Swooping down, I swirl my tongue around one nipple before sucking it into my mouth. Her hand returns to my head, her fingers buried. Using my teeth, she groans as I pull back and release her nipple with apop. Moving to her other breast, I do the same. Back and forth, left and right, I get them nice and red before moving my kisses up higher and higher.

Reaching her mouth, I don’t waste a second before I’m pressing my lips to hers. Sucking on her tongue, I swallow down her whines as I continue seeking any friction I can get. At this rate, I’m going to explode and ruin my pants. Right now, I don’t give a fuck.

However, I’d rather not waste my release. Instead, I’d rather plant it deep inside.

“I want to stuff my cock inside of you.” Bringing my mouth to her temple, I kiss her glistening skin. “You’d squeeze me so tight, wouldn’t you?”

“Won’t it hurt?” Her innocence only makes me ache worse.

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