Page 75 of The Proposal
“I don’t care.”
“Not good enough.”
I growl. “I hate you.”
“Good. Hate fucking is usually better, anyway.”
I grit my teeth. “Fine. I want you to take me inside, put me on the table, and throw my legs over your shoulders. I want to be hobbling tomorrow. Got it?”
He grips my chin and yanks me to him. I gasp, but he captures the sound with his lips. His tongue dips into my mouth, forcing its way in without apology. The kiss is loud and wet.Intentional.
I stumble forward when he lets go.
“Get on your knees for me,” he says.
Fuck it. I drop to the decking and look up at him.
He winds my hair in his fist and smiles, closing the distance between us. “Come here.”
I lick my lips. “I’d rather you come in here.”
His grin turns devious as he guides my face to his cock. I open wide as he parts my lips, leaving a saltiness behind.
“This is the only way I can get you to stop talking,” he says, holding my head still. “But I’m not mad about it.”
I wrap my lips around him as he slides deep into my mouth. He hisses, his throat stretching as he tilts his head to the sky. I hum against him as he fucks my mouth. He rewards me with a deep, sexy-as-hell growl.
I’m dying for him. I’m beyond begging for him. I’d do anything he asked to get the relief I desperately needed.
“The first night I saw you,” he says, palming my breasts, “I couldn’t take my eyes off you. I watched you sitting beside that piece of shit, and I wanted to throw you over my shoulder and get you out of there. You were too beautiful, too sweet for him.”
The first night? Wow.
As a reward for sharing that bit of honesty, I cup his balls, massaging them as he presses his cock into the back of my throat. Spit drips down his length and out the sides of my mouth. My eyes begin to burn.
“I want you satisfied,” he says. “I want to give you every experience you’ve ever wanted. Promise me that you'll tell me if you want anything, no matter what it is. Okay?”
I nod.
“Good girl.”
He tugs my hair gently and stops thrusting. I suck him as he leaves my mouth.Nooo. Stop fucking teasing me, you bastard.
He picks me up and carries me to the kitchen table within moments. He presses a long, lingering kiss to my lips before he urges me to lay back.
“Renn….” I hate how desperate I sound, but there’s no denying it. And there’s not much energy left to fight it, either.
Sliding a finger through my slit, he growls. “You want to be on the table, your legs over my shoulders, and fucked so hard you hobble tomorrow. Right?”
I pant. “Yes.”
“How did I get so fucking lucky?”
I cup my breasts, playing with my nipples as he easily tosses my legs over his shoulders. His hands go beneath my ass. He tilts it up and, before I can register what’s happening, his tongue spreads me apart.
“Oh fuck,” I mumble as a burst of flames ignites in my core. “Fuck.”
He drags his tongue around my opening and then dips into it, watching me react to his touch. My back arches off the table, my legs trembling on either side of his head. I reach for his head and those silky locks of hair and urge him to tongue me.
