Page 6 of His Indecent Proposal

His mouth went from licking her nipple, laving it with his rough tongue, to sucking it, trying to consume her whole. His face was buried in her chest, sucking, licking, moving his mouth roughly, back and forth, from the valley between her breasts, to her nipple, and then to the soft, silk of her white skin. He was devouring her whole, sucking her soft flesh into his mouth and holding it there, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. In the back of her mind, Jenna knew the force of his mouth was bruising her. His hand on her other breast tightened, and he pinched her nipple, rolling it between fingers and thumb. He was squeezing her so tightly it should have been painful, and almost was. Jenna couldn’t wrap her mind around the force he was using, he was blatantly dominating her. This wasn’t give and take. He was taking. Jenna’s mind was gone, her thought process completely shattered as she moaned softly in his arms.

At her moan, he lifted his head, his nostrils flaring, and fastened his mouth to hers again. Drinking deeply, sucking on her tongue, his hands moved to the fastenings on her pants and began to strip them just as roughly and quickly from her body as he had done with her sweater.

She ripped her mouth from his, dragging in oxygen, and his attention fell to her feet and he pulled off her shoes. His hands moved back to her hips and finished jerking her slacks off, his movements forceful, jerky, not caring about maintaining a façade of smoothness.

Through a haze of shock and desire, Jenna knew she had to make a demand. “I’m not on anything.” She lay still and panted, naked except for her twisted bra, and watched him attack his fly with the same speed as he had attacked her zipper.

She tried again. “It’s not safe. I’ll get pregnant.” The time for modesty was over. Subtlety wasn’t working.

He didn’t take the time to look at her as he continued to strip. “I got it.” His voice was gravelly and his answer was short, clipped, as he told her in three words that he would take responsibility for protection. His hand dug into the pocket of his jeans before he tossed them to the floor and Jenna swallowed hard as he tore open the package with his teeth, turned and spat a piece of plastic from his mouth, and rolled on the condom with a precision and dexterity that only came from experience.

There was nothing suave about his process, speed was what he was going for, and Jenna knew he would be inside of her in less than five seconds. His abrupt movements were the only indicator she needed. She swallowed hard, his erection was huge, and she hadn’t had sex in a while. A long while. Her trepidation grew.

He came back to her naked, grabbed her ankles in his hands and brutally swiveled her until her neck was bent against the back of the couch and her legs were dangling apart, her butt on the edge. She felt like she was caught in a whirlwind, sucked up by a tornado, tossed and turned and at the mercy of him.

He came to his knees in front of her, put his hands on the inside of her thighs and spread her apart with his fingers. A slow, deep vibration came from his throat as he stared down at her soft, open flesh. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long.”

Jenna’s nerves were lacerated by those primal words and her thighs trembled as a wave of heat and panic slashed through her. The speed and violence of the encounter hijacked her brain and held her paralyzed.

He began to push in, and her insecurities won and distress took over. Her inner muscles contracted subconsciously trying to keep out his intrusion. She tried not to panic, she tried to relax, but it wasn’t happening and she felt her moisture dry up.

Her eyes opened and she stared at him with accusation. “It was supposed to be a kiss,” she protested in a whisper.

His hips tightened and his hands sunk into her hips, restraining her, holding her completely still. His eyes were savage, his muscles corded in ropes of steely tension as he held her in his grip. “Don’t make me stop.” His voice was harsh, the words pushed through gritted teeth.

His dark eyes held hers and she felt totally inundated by his large body over hers, threatened by him hanging at the entrance to her feminine core. His scent invaded her nostrils, the heavy pulse pumping through his blood vibrated through her. Everything feminine inside of her wanted to yield; but her independence was being attacked. With this one intimate encounter, she knew he would ruthlessly see it as his ownership of her. Maybe it was only for the short term, but he wanted her to marry him, and after this, it would be almost impossible to fight against. If the speed in which he was managing to have sex with her was any indication, her battle was lost before it even began.

Sweat gathered on his forehead as he tried to wait for her answer. She was completely still and silent, and he took that as consent. He needed to get it in. She was tight and hot, but he needed her wet, and she wasn’t giving that to him. He didn’t want to hurt her, didn’t want to ram it in while she still needed time to adjust.

He moved one hand to her clit, began rubbing it, wanting her wet. He needed her wet. Her eyes were shut tight again and he began talking to her, softly this time. He held the large head of his penis still inside of her while he tried to coax her into participating. “You’re so fine, baby.” He rocked back out, moistened his finger on his tongue and put it back to her clit, rubbing it in circles. He felt a tiny movement of her hips, and he pushed the head back in. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

She let out a tiny moan, and he slid in and out, a tiny bit more each time. He lifted his finger from her clit, smoothed it across her stomach, and landed on a nipple. She had large, gorgeous areoles, and they puckered into beautiful tips as he moved his hand back and forth from one tit to the next. He thought he would lose it, but then she let out a sweet moan, her channel flooded with moisture, and he pushed it in all the way to the hilt.

Relief hit him and he held himself still for a moment. His arms rested on his elbows on either side of her face and he knew he couldn’t wait for her. She was hot and wet and sheathed him like a tight glove. So. Fucking. Tight. He began pounding into her, slow and steady. He looked at her face; her eyes were deep pools of hidden emotion, fixed on his. He slid his hands under her butt, grabbed a handful of soft flesh in each palm and lifted her into him as he began taking forceful, ramming strokes.

Jenna’s mind was mush as she watched the ferocious intensity on his face. His look was primal, feral, as he dominated her. Through her shock, she was wet and mildly aroused, but he was coming already. He pounded against her, three, four, five more times and then he froze, a hissing groan coming from deep in his diaphragm, as ropes of steel corded his muscles. She felt him grow larger inside of her, the blood rushing to make him even bigger, his climax shuddering through his body as he pushed into her.

He hung over her for the count of five seconds, then collapsed against her, his sweat mingling with hers. His face was in her neck, and Jenna knew he was trying not to let his weight fall on her completely. Her insides still tingled, it had been good, but it was too quick, too new to allow for an orgasm for her. But she didn’t doubt what he had said. The sex would be good between them. Her mind splintered in a million different directions when she thought about what the ramifications of this would be. But she didn’t have time to dwell on it; he was picking her pliant body up off the couch.

David shouldered his way into the master bedroom, carrying her soft weight in his arms. His mind was focused on one thing only. Making her come. He was stunned at his actions. He had always lived his sexual life by one motto. Ladies first. And the first time it truly ever mattered? He’d fucked up and absolutely blown it with her. He’d crawled on top of her and gotten his rocks off so fast it was embarrassing. He was thirty-five fucking years old. What the hell did that say about him? She was probably thinking her experiment with kissing him, although going off the rails, had worked. It had no doubt proven to her he was a lousy lay. A terrible lover.

He needed to set that shit right and immediately. Now.

Chapter Six

He carried her into the bathroom, set her on her feet next to him and without letting her go, reached in and turned the shower on. W

ith methodical movements, he unsnapped the bra that was twisted around her waist and pulled her into the spray of water with him. Her body was soft under his hands, curvy and lush, and now the water was sliding over her silky, naked skin. Blood rushed to his cock and engorged his erection to pulsating life as he pushed the wet tresses from her shoulders, put his teeth on her neck and bit into her soft flesh.

Jenna’s stomach clenched in irresistible need as David’s hands tightened on her and his teeth razed against her skin. Ravenous sexual hunger pulsed through her body making it difficult to stand and she leaned back against the shower stall and wrapped her arms around his waist for support. Intense feelings washed over her as his hands attacked her, one going to her breast and the other sliding down to her smoothly shaven mound. The lips of her sex quivered as he pushed his fingers between them, sliding his thick middle finger up and down her slit, opening her, plunging in and retreating, circling her clit and manipulating it to his satisfaction before plunging back into her again. All the while he squeezed her breast, weighing the soft flesh in his hand, stroking around her areole, then moving to her nipple and brushing it with his fingertips.

The twin assaults on her body had her gasping for air and jerking against him, her hips moving into him and back away, carrying the hand that was sunk between her thighs back and forth in forceful, repetitious movement that had her close to orgasm in seconds.

He felt it and it wasn’t enough. He took his hands away, and sunk to his knees in front of her. He lifted one wet, silky leg up and over his shoulder, and spread her out with his fingers, his teeth gently sinking down on her exposed, glistening clit. Jenna jerked violently from the lash of pleasure. He moved his tongue up and down on her, abrading her soft flesh. He let out a deep, guttural groan and sunk his finger deep inside her, assaulting her senses with the fire from his tongue, the magic of his finger swirling against the walls of her inner channel.

Jenna was powerless in his hold. She relinquished her body and mind to him and let him carry her to a place of such intoxicating pleasure she could only focus on what he was doing to her and the feelings he was inducing within her. His hands and mouth continued to move on her, rough and jerky movements that told her his control was being tested.

It was enough to push her over the edge.

Her body tensed as a wave of pure bliss washed over her. She rode it, her body milking his finger and straining against his mouth as sexual satisfaction held her in its grip and devoured her. High-pitched cries of passion echoed through the shower stall as she clenched her hands in his hair, experiencing the kind of deep, internal orgasm that until now had only been mythical to her.

David felt out of control as his teeth scraped against her clit and his hand sunk tighter in and around the pussy he was claiming for his own. He waited for the count of three heart beats, letting her milk her orgasm, but not completely waiting for her to come down before he carefully released her from his hold, and stretched out to his full height again.

He lifted her leg over his arm, positioned himself at her entrance and was about to sink it into her when sanity reared its ugly head. He needed a condom but knew he couldn’t wait. He let out a frustrated growl, lifted her hand and wrapped it tightly around his engorged cock. “I need to come. Now.”

Jenna fisted his straining erection in her hand. He was thick and so hard and the steam and water allowed her to take a few smooth strokes of his shaft, clenching hard around him, moving from the base of his cock to the head and back again. His hand was still on top of hers, holding it in place, not letting it go.

She spoke softly, hesitantly, her gentleness a complete contrast to his dominant possession. “Is this what you want?” Her mind was already going to the seductive thought of slipping him into her mouth, but his hand was jerking her chin up lifting her face to his.

David’s eyes opened and he felt her sweetness all around him. “Yeah. That’s it. Don’t stop.” Her soft little hand on his cock had him rigid, about to explode, and she was seducing him under her spell. He was beguiled by her tenderness, inflamed with the knowledge she was finally his, naked, wet, and wrapped around him.

She lifted her lips to his and kissed him, swirling her tongue against his as she continued to jack him off.

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