Page 106 of The Proposal Pact
“Fuckkk,” I groan, my voice hoarse as I fist my hand in her short hair and push my cock even farther down her throat. Has it always felt this fucking good? Because I swear, I’m gonna see God soon.
“Do you like it? Do you like sucking my cock, wife?”
“Mmm,” she murmurs around me, the vibrations sending a shiver down my spine, and I feel my balls draw up.
“If you keep that up, I’m going to come soon.”
“Yes, yes,” she says, but I pull her away, dragging her off my cock with my hand in her hair and she hisses softly. Of course, she’d enjoy that. She couldn’t be any more perfect, could she?
“You want my cum?”
“Yesss.”
I lean in whispering against her lips, “Where?”
Her chest heaves as she says, “Everywhere. Fuck me already, Clover.”
A slow smile spreads over my lips at her eagerness, her plea, and I sink my teeth into that bottom lip she always keeps biting, taunting me with.
She hisses out a pained yelp, digging her nails into my biceps.
“Oh no, little menace,” I say without releasing her soft flesh. “I won’tjustfuck you. I’ll punish you for all the times you drove me mad. I’ll make you mine.”
I swipe her off the floor and into my hands, striding into our bedroom as my lips seal against hers again. That faint hint of me still lingering on them.
Just once. I’ll allow this madness, just once. Just to sate this need we both seem to be drowning in.
Just once to set all those dirty text messages I’ve been sending her free.
Just. Fucking. Once.
Using my foot, I shut the door behind us and drop Sophie onto the bed, quickly following right after because I can’t seem to stay away from her for longer than two seconds.
“Off. Everything fucking off. Right now.” My hands are ripping at her skirt, her bodysuit, those fish-net stockings, just as hers are pulling my long sleeve over my head, her feet slipping into my unzipped jeans, sliding them off further.
We break apart long enough to finish undressing, and I freeze.
I saw Sophie in little clothes. I knew she was beautiful, but fuck…I wipe the drool off my mouth with the back of my hand, she’s a goddess. A true goddess with the most perfect golden skin I want to lick and bite and mark. Perky tits with the most beautiful dusty pink nipples that fit just right in the palm of my hand but it’s her glistening, bare pussy that has my whole, undivided attention.
She’s so wet and needy, she squirms under my gaze. So eager. Fuck, it looks so tight and perfect, and my cock wants nothing more but to be buried deep inside that heaven.
I’ve wanted this. Every damn night and morning while sleeping next to her. I’ve wanted her.
I push her legs open, and they drop to the sides as I take my thumb and swipe it over her glistening slit. Sophie gasps, her knees drawing up instinctively, but I hold them down and bring my thumb to my mouth, licking off her taste.
“Fucking hell,” I groan, closing my eyes in pleasure. “I wish I could taste you properly, but I need to fuck you. I need to bury my cock in that tight pussy right-fucking-now.”
“Then what are you waiting f—argh.” Her sassy sentence ends on a loud cry as I slide inside her in one hard thrust. Hard enough her body shifts up the bed and her hands clutch onto my arms as her lifeline.
Her mouth drops open, her pretty brown eyes rolling back but no sound other than whimpers come out.
I’m not a small guy and my cock isn’t either, so even though I thrust into her like a savage, I still, allowing her to get used to my size. And frankly, to get used to her because I’ve never felt anything better. Not even when I had my first experience with sex.
Nothing—no one—has ever felt as tight, as good as Sophie does.
“Shh.” I cradle her face, kissing those parted lips, her chin, her nose, her cheeks and down her throat. “Relax for me, baby.” I slide my fingers to her clit, slowly rubbing it as I nibble on her neck, kissing and licking it. “Let my cock fill you up.”
With one hand over her clit, I bring the other to her mouth, sliding my thumb inside. Sophie let's out a small moan in response, her hands running over my back.
