Page 74 of The Proposal
“Do you want to guess how many times I’ve gotten myself off while imagining it was you?”
He groans. “Hopefully, as many times as I’ve jacked myself off in the shower and pretended it was you wrapped around my cock.”
My fingers slide in and out, brushing against my clit just how I like it.
“There’s not one thing I don’t love about you, Blakely.” His voice is gruff. “The way you torment me. The sound of your laugh.” He strokes himself faster, mimicking the speed I’m using on myself. “The roundness of your hips and the heaviness of your tits. I love the way they hang like they’re waiting to be sucked.”
My head falls back as my back arches. Even though it’s not him touching me, his words are a match to my libido.
“Are you going to come?” he asks. “Are you going to get yourself off in front of me?”
“Do you want me to?”
“I’m dying to watch you fall apart, beautiful.”
“You’re lucky.” I moan. “I’m about two seconds from it.”
The chair squeaks across the floor as he snatches my wrist. I jerk upright as he pulls my hand from between my legs. His eyes sparkle.
“Renn,” I say, panting. My legs are stuck to the table. “What the hell are you doing?”
“I changed my mind.”
“I’m going to come with or without you.”
He shrugs, a smirk pressed against his lips, and walks out onto the patio.
He lost his clothes at some point, and I’m sad I missed that. But as I follow him outside into the evening air, I take in his round ass, thick legs, and a back muscled to perfection.
The sun sets low on the horizon. Sounds of laughter on the beach float up on the warm breeze.
Renn sits on the loveseat and rests his arms along the edge. Naked Renn sitting outside, naked, with his cock straight up in the air, is a sight to behold.If I wasn’t borderline pissed at him.
“Stop playing with me,” I say, my body on fire.
“You started this.Youtook your clothes off and started finger fucking yourself.”
“Because you wouldn’t.”
He leans forward. “Because you didn’t ask.”
I’m pretty sure I did.I think. Hell if I know because my head is a pit of chaos that can only think about getting fucked.
“Tell me what you want, baby. Ask me for it,” he says.
I’m weak, and he knows it. “I want you to fuck me.”
“How bad?”
“So bad that I can’t think straight, and I know I’m going to be pissed that I gave in and asked for it.”
His laughter is low and throaty. “Well, then, do I have your consent?”
“Yes, motherfucker. You have my consent.”
This entertains him too much, but I can’t do anything about it. I want him.I need that cock.
He stands. “How do you want it?”
