Page 39 of The Proposal

He’s every part the powerful Don in this moment. The air around him almost feels charged, as if he could bend the world to his will with a glance.

He pops the button and slowly drags down the zip—like an erotic strip tease—his gaze never once leaving mine. Once he’s freed himself from the confines of his boxer briefs, my eyes involuntarily move in that direction, skimming over his defined abs, past that delicious ‘V’, and pausing when I reach his long, girthy, erect penis. It’s right there in front of me, and I’m not sure I could tear my gaze away even if I wanted to.

I’m completely fascinated.

The crown is a deep, purply pink, and thick veins pulse beneath his shaft’s smooth, velvety skin in a steady, almost hypnotic rhythm.

“Are you going to just stare at it, Arabella?” he asks, snapping me out of my haze.

My eyes flicker back to his face. “What?”

“As pretty as you are to look at, I’m going to need more than that to get off.”

“I’m not sure what to do.”

“I’ll guide you. Your inexperience is a bonus. I’ll be able to teach you exactly how I like to be pleased and mould you into that perfect sex goddess.”

“I highly doubt I’ll ever make it to sex goddess status,” I scoff.

“In my eyes, you’re already up there and you haven’t even touched me yet.”

His words give me the confidence to do just that. As soon as I lift my arm, he reaches for my hand and places it where he wants it, at the base of his penis.

“Wrap your fingers around me … don’t be shy; it won’t bite.”

“I’m confident you would, though.”

He doesn’t confirm or deny it, but his smug grin tells me everything I need to know.

Dante’s fingers close around mine as he begins to stroke our hands back and forth in a rhythmic motion. My eyes keep gravitating between what we’re doing and his face.

I’m engrossed.

The hypnotic movement of his hips as he softly pumps into my hand. Or the way his facial features relax when he tilts back his head, parts his full lips, and softly groans as the pleasure takes over.

It’s so sensual … so gratifying, and I like that I’m making him feel like this.

There’s a little bead of moisture sitting at the eye of his penis that I swipe away with the pad of my thumb as I become more brazen.

He lets go of my hand, giving me complete control, so I tighten my grip a fraction and quicken my movements.

“Fuck,” he growls. “Yes, just like that … don’t stop.”

I have no intentions of stopping … I don’t want to. I’m pulsing between the legs again, completely turned on by getting him off.

I’m not sure if he senses it or does it of his own accord, but his hand reaches down to skim his fingers over the crotch of my underwear.

“You have a wet patch right here,” he says. “I love that. You have no idea how badly I want to fuck that virgin pussy of yours, Arabella. Or how much I want to bury my face between your legs and make you come again with my mouth. But I’m a patient man … hopefully, you’ll let me do those things to you one day.”

I’ve had a glimpse of what this man is capable of, so naturally, I’m eager to explore more with him. The fact that he’s willing to wait until I’m ready only makes me desire him even more.

His fingers move up a fraction and begin circling my clit. “Dante,” I whisper as I widen my legs, welcoming his touch.

This time, the feelings he’s igniting in me are more intense. His movements are calculated and precise, hitting right where needed.

My pelvis gravitates towards his hand, and my fingers grip him a little tighter. “I need you to come again,Bellezza,so that I can blow my load all over your pretty skin.”

I’m close because I know what to expect this time. He leans down to give me a scorching hot kiss as he applies more pressure and rubs faster. Within seconds, I’m falling over the edge again as this orgasm hits harder and faster than the last.

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