Page 73 of The Proposal
“Will I?” I twirl my bra around my finger before tossing it to the side. “Or will I not?”
My hands tremble as I slide my panties down my legs. I bend over, showing him what he’s missing.
“You’re only making this worse for yourself,” he says, smirking. “But you do you.”
I suck in a breath, wishing again that I had a shot of tequila, and face him.
His eyes sear a trail from my mouth, over my clavicle, and down to my beaded nipples. He bites his lip, his hands going to his pants, as he rakes his gaze over my stomach and hips.
Goose bumps ripple in their wake, leaving my skin singing.
“You are, by far, the hottest woman I’ve ever seen,” he says, taking his cock out in his hand. “I could just stand here and stare at you.”
I grin. “Why do that when you could be inside me?”
He strokes himself in a long, slow motion. The size of his cock is outstanding, but I would expect nothing less. He’s rock hard—the head swollen. A bead of precum sits on the tip.
I clench my thighs together. They’re damp and sticky, and the friction of the pressure is just enough on my clit to bring me to the precipice of his demands.To beg.
“I wonder what you taste like?” he asks, his eyes hooding. “Will you moan when you’re sitting on my face?”
“Fuck you, Renn.”
“Say the word.Please. Just say the fucking word.”
Nope. I gather what self-restraint I have left and push the food to the far end of the table. Then I climb on it, sitting my bare ass against the cool stone, and spread my legs.
“I’m going to part that little pussy with my fingers and lick every inch of you until you plead with me to stop,” he says, walking toward me.
My breathing picks up, coming in and out in rapid succession. Anticipation is killing me, right along with the pulsing of my clit.
I need relief.I need it now. But I’m too powerful right now to give in.And he definitely deserves to be teased.
I lean back, holding myself up with one hand. My nipples point at the ceiling. They’re so tight they hurt.
“There’s not a scenario in which I see myself asking you not to put your face in my pussy,” I say, inserting a finger inside me.
I gasp, holding my breath as he reaches me. He pumps himself, his eyes on me, squeezing the liquid at the tip. In one quick swipe, he cleans the head with his thumb.
My heart pounds as I watch him lift his hand to my mouth.
“I get a taste before you?” I grin, sitting up and wrapping my hand around his wrist. “So generous, Mr. Brewer.”
He starts to speak but stops as I suck his thumb into my mouth. His cum is salty and warm and only makes me want more.
I swirl my tongue around it, looking him in the eye, before I release it. He drags the pad across my teeth and over my bottom lip. It sends a chill down my spine.
“You are dirtier than I expected,” he says.
“Are you disappointed?”
He laughs. “Hardly.” He pulls a chair over and sits at eye level with my pussy. “You are just full of surprises. That’s all.”
“And, sadly, not full of your cum.”
His brows shoot to the ceiling as I lean back again and shove two fingers inside me.
“You have no idea how much you turn me on,” he says, stroking himself. “I’m watching you slide in and out of that tight hole, knowing you’re imagining it’s my cock instead.”
