Page 100 of Proposal Play
Her eyes go glossy as she breathes out hard. “Yeah?”
“It would help,” I continue, taking my time with every filthy word as I slide my hand down it again, “if it were a little wet.”
She licks her lips and stares at my dick like it’s candy before nodding vigorously. “I can help.”
I bet she could, but I’m not thinking of the kind of help she’d give me with that lovely mouth wrapped around my cock. “I know you can,” I say as I stare down at her, gripping my shaft again and sliding my palm down to the tip. “But right now, I need one thing from you.”
“What is it?” she asks breathily.
I take my time, letting the charged air crackle some more. Making her wait for it. I grip my dick tighter, bring the tip closer to her mouth. “Spit on it,” I tell her.
Her eyes widen. Her mouth falls open. Her breath escapes in a rush.
I will remember this look forever—it’s how she looks when we’ve gone to an amusement park and she’s convinced me to ride the upside-down roller coaster, or when she drags me into the crashing waves of the ocean, or when she spots a door to an ice-skating rink that saysclosed but she decides to sneak in anyway, bringing me with her.
It’s a look of pure thrill, but tonight it’s both thrillinganddirty.
Saying yes with her body, she brings her face closer to my dick. Swallows visibly. Works up some saliva. With our eyes locked together, she parts those raspberry lips and lets it dribble onto my dick. Drop by fucking drop.
It’s the hottest show I’ve ever seen. I groan in appreciation.
When she’s done, she pops her lips and asks innocently, “Like that?”
I look at my dick. A drop of pre-come forms at the tip, my dick showing its appreciation too. “That’ll do,” I deadpan.
Then I slide my hand down my cock, lubing it up with her and me. When I’m done, I settle between her tits, pressing my hands against the outsides of them. Like that, I hold on tight as I fuck the valley between them, gripping them like they’re her hips. A few thrusts, a couple pumps, and pleasure is roaring down my spine, frying my brain and destroying any last bit of reason.
I paint her tits with my release as she cries outyes, almost like she’s as turned on as I am. Not sure that’s possible. Not sure anyone has ever felt like this. My whole body is shaking.
My vision blurs. My brain goes offline. I can’t catch my breath. My entire world is reduced to pants, moans, and aftershocks. When the last one jolts through me, I finally register the perfect mess I’ve made of Maeve’s tits. She’s covered in my come. It’s such a good fucking look. I want to rub it all over her chest, mark her with me. But I should check in with her first. She’s tied up after all. I raise myface and take in the flush on her cheeks, her wild hair, her excited eyes. And her arms stretched above her head, straining against the knots of my ties. “Let me undo them,” I say, recovering my senses. “And then I’ll clean you up.”
“Don’t.”
“Don’t undo them?”
“Don’t clean me up.”
She is the lottery. And if all I get is one night like this where we bend the rules, I will take it and savor it. I will hold onto it forever. I quickly undo the ties, kiss her right wrist, then do the same to the left.
When I lift my face, Maeve’s hands are already busy, spreading my climax all over her breasts. “I’m painting myself with your come,” she says.
That’s it.
She needs another orgasm. “Rules are rules. You need three-to-one orgasms.”
“I can’t handle five more orgasms,” she laughs.
“Have it your way. But we need to be even.”
“Says who?”
“I say.” My tone brooks no argument.
“I had one in Vegas, and you had none there. We’re even.”
I grab the Rabbit. “Not for long. Can I fuck you with this?”
“Well, when you put it like that…”