Page 118 of Vengeful Proposal


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Reaching down, I unzip my pants, releasing the painful obstruction between my cock and Emily. She stares as she watches me work, and the haze in her dilated pupils gives me what I’m after.

She sits up and wraps both her hands around the girth.

The dying sun paints the clouds in the distance a brilliant orange, and we both stare as my engorged shaft bounces into the air. Emily exhales, and licks her lips. There’s heat in her blue eyes. It turns them darker and they appear more black than blue.

Licking her palm, she runs it over the pulsing vein on my shaft. I shiver and hiss like a steam engine.

She bends in half until the top of her head blocks my view, and her mouth closes around my cock.

Her tongue plays with the indentation below the engorged tip. One hand jerks me off with immense patience. Her other hand tucks stray strands of hair out of the way to let me glimpse the side of her face, and see the way her cheeks hollow as she works.

I throw my head back with a snarl. Fuck. The clouds are spinning above me, making a pastel scene of blue and gold and scarlet as the sun begins to dip below the horizon.

The world around us seems to grow still, as if we’re the only things alive here. And wearealive.She’s setting me on fire. The exhilaration makes it a struggle to breathe. Air pours into my mouth and my lungs, but it’s never enough.

She’s devouring my cock with reckless abandon. In a way, it’s just like when I fucked her mouth in Buric’s shop.

But this time, I’m not fucking her face with my cock.

She’s fucking my cock with her face.

Thereisa difference.

“Stop,” I pant. But all she does is go faster, and I feel my balls start to tighten.

“Emily …” I beg. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to cum.”

Finally, she pulls away. The sink strand of spittle follows behind her perfect lips and dances in the wind as she dislodges herself from my cock.

In a flurry of motion, she lies back among the vines and the leaves, her dress hiked up to her waist. One hand plays with her breast. The other splays open her pussy, glistening in the sunset. Watching me without blinking, she spreads her legs wider.

“Fuck me,” she commands. “Now.”

And like a supplicant before a queen, I drop to my knees.

She’s the only one I would kneel for.

As a packman, I’m used to ordering people around. It’s a destiny I’ve prepared for since I was a boy. No one tells me what to do.

No one … except her.

I brace myself over her body. A few vines overlap her shoulders; another fondles her hip, as if she’s a dryad I encountered in the wild, a creature of mythical beauty. I’m entranced by her, but she doesn’t need magic for that.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Kitty Cat?” I whisper.

“Stop talking about fucking me.” Her cheeks glow pink, her eyes are deadly serious. “Andfuck me!”

The final light of the sun is consumed by the sea. Emily’s hands seek out my shoulders, gripping my muscles eagerly as I position myself before her entrance. Cupping her fingers on the back of my neck, she brings me down until she locks her lips to mine. Her tongue pushes into my mouth and tickles the roof of my mouth as she deepens the kiss. Blood rages through my shaft. I aim it against her slit and shove the tip in.

Her moan is hitched. She ends the kiss, biting her knuckle while waiting for me to feed her another inch of my cock. I move patiently because I want to enjoy this. I want … no,need…it to last.

“Faster!” she pants. “Harder!”

My determination is in shambles from her plea, and I obey like a slave to her command. The firm muscles of my torso grind against her soft breasts and hard nipples as I thrust myself to the hilt.

She shrieks. Her hands reach out to grip my ass, pulling me even closer.

I grunt as I rut into her, each grunt comes out deeper and hoarser than the last. But no matter how deep I thrust, it doesn’t seem enough for her.

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