Page 131 of The Proposal

“How’s my little plum doing?” I ask.

Her eyes widen. “You’ve been reading up on the progress?”

“Yes, I’ve been Googling stuff.”

Even though my brother is experiencing the same situation, I no longer trust him to give me valid information. He gets a kick out of steering me in the wrong direction every fucking time.

“Are your breasts still tender?” I ask.

“Yes,” she replies with a nod.

“Pinch your nipples for me, Arabella.”

“I—”

“Please.”

When I reach the last button of my dress shirt, I untuck the rest from my trousers and shrug out of it.

“Dante,” she whimpers as she lightly tweaks her taut nipples between her forefinger and thumb. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to be able to climb through this phone and suck them into my mouth.

I slowly move the phone south, over my chest and down my ripped abdomen. I know she likes my body. I catch her ogling at it often.

When the screen reaches waist level, I unbuckle my belt, pop the button, and drag down the zip, freeing my rock-hard cock. “This is all you,Tesoro.”

My fingers wrap around the base as I begin to stroke myself. I let her watch for a moment before lifting the screen back to my face so I can see her. There’s no denying the heat now present in her eyes.

“Touch yourself,Bellezza.” The redness on her cheeks intensifies, but when she stands from the bed and hikes up her dress, I know she’s going to comply.

I wait until she’s seated again before I say, “Slide your hand into your underwear and move the screen down so I can see.”

A growl rumbles in the back of my throat as I watch herlegs part and her dainty fingers broach the elastic of her baby-blue lace underwear. When she begins to rub her clit, pre-cum leaks from my dick.

“I wish this was your mouth … nothing feels as good as you do.”

“I wish my hand was your snug, warm pussy,” I retort as I tighten my grip on my dick, but it doesn’t help. Nothing could ever feel as good as she does.

“Dante,” she whimpers again, and as much as I love watching her pleasure herself, I need to see her face.

It doesn’t take long for my balls to draw up and that familiar tingle to course up my spine. “Raise the phone. I need to see you. I want to watch you come all over your own hand.”

As soon as her face comes into view, my heart constricts in my chest. “Come for me,Bellezza. I can’t hold back much longer.”

“Oh God,” she moans, tilting her head back and showcasing her slender, elongated neck.

“I want to look into your beautiful eyes when I blow my load.”

Her gaze snaps back to me, and when a smile plays on her plump lips, I find myself doing the same. “Ti amo tanto(I love you so much).”

“Anch’io ti amo(I love you too).”

Long ropes of cum spurt from my cock like a volcano erupting the moment she tells me she loves me back. “Aaaa-rah-bell-aaa.”

“Daaante,” she cries out in reply.

It hasn’t even been forty-eight hours, but I find the distance between us unbearable. I can’t stand it much longer. I need to get back to Australia … to her.

I have a meeting with Stefano’s solicitor tomorrow morning to go over the will and his assets, but once that’s done, I’m heading fucking home.

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