Page 89 of The Proposal
I bat my lashes. “May I please suck your cock?”
“Dammit, Blakely,” he groans as I work his shorts down his legs. “I—shit.”
I roll my tongue around the head, then lick down the shaft.
“Watching you with my dick in your mouth is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen,” he says.
I grin, pulling the tip in before letting it pop free.
“What are you feeling this afternoon?” I hold his gaze while I spit on the tip, running my hand over it and down his length. “Do you want to come in my mouth? On my chest? Deep inside me?”
“Are you trying to break me?”
“Maybe.” I lean back and make quick work of losing my bikini top. “Or maybe I just really,reallylike to watch you come.”
He palms my breasts and guides me back to his dick.
“I want to come in your tight little pussy,” he says, sucking in a breath as I take him in my mouth. “I dream of that—feeling your body explode on my cock.”
I moan against him, the sound vibrating against his hardness.
He plays with my nipples, groaning as the tip hits the back of my throat.
The sun burns my back—the skin still sensitive from the table yesterday. Sweat dots my skin as I take him in and out. I’m unable to look away from his face. Watching him enjoy my attempt at pleasuring him is nearly as good as orgasming myself.
He faces the sky, his throat bobbing as he swallows.
A bead of precum sits atop his cock. I lay my tongue against it, drawing it away and sucking the tip like I’m taking the top off an ice cream cone.
“I’m so wet,” I say before taking him deep again. “My bottoms are soaked.”
He scoops me up beneath my arms and drags me to my feet. His mouth takes control of mine, working my lips like he owns them. His kisses are frantic. Desperate. It’s all tongue and teeth, groans and moans. Gasps for air as he kisses along my jaw.
We stumble beneath the water until my back hits the wall of the house.Oof.
Without missing a beat, he shoves my bottoms over my hips. I kick them away, flinging them into the makeshift shower room's foliage.
He digs his fingers into my hips as he lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist. The siding scratches into my back. The water sprays into my face. My breath is stolen as Renn pushes inside me with little notice.
“Fuck!” I shout, arching my back—needingmore contact.
“I love being inside you,” he rasps. “Give it to me. Don’t hold back.”
He holds me up by my ass, pinning me against the wall. I use my shoulders as leverage against the wall in an attempt to meet him stroke for stroke.
My vision blurs. I dig my nails into his chest. My body is a blend of sensations from my head all the way to my feet locked at Renn’s back.
“Fuck me harder,” I say, my tits bouncing against my chest. “Like that. Just like that. My God.Ah!”
The sound of him driving into me is audible through the shower spray.
“Is that what you like?” he asks through gritted teeth. “Will that make you fall apart?”
My legs quiver. I press harder against his chest and brace for the orgasm that’sright there.
“I feel you shaking,” he says. “I can feel your muscles starting to lose control.”
“I’m right there, Renn.So close.”
