The Proposal Read Online Adriana Locke

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Funny, Sports Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 87255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
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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.

“I like that,” I say, moaning as he traces circles around my clit. “Ah! Keep doing that, and I’ll come on your face.”

He flicks his tongue against the swollen bud and then stands. He wipes the wetness from his face.

“Warning,” he says, licking his lips. “I’ll need to spend more time doing that later.”

“Poor me.”

He chuckles. “I hate to say this, but it is a poor you situation. I need to grab a condom from the bedroom.”

“The hell you do.” I rise and look at him like he’s lost his mind. “You were going to give me a baby anyway. Why are you worried about a condom now?”

Renn stills. “Don’t say that, or I’ll blow right here.”

“Oh. Who has the power now?”

Two fingers slide inside me. “Whether you know it or not, you always have the power, Blakely.”

“Good to know. Then I order you to move this along.”

He grins. “I just had a physical when I signed my contract. I’m healthy and clean, and I haven’t been with anyone since—strange, and sad, but true.”

“I’m on the pill. Had my yearly exam two months ago and haven’t been touched since tonight.”

He lines his cock up to my opening. “So we’re good.”

“We’re about to be.”

“You asked for this.”

“Yes, I did—oh my God!”

Renn slams into me in one long, hard stroke. The force is so strong that it rattles the dishes still sitting uneaten from dinner. My back rubs against the stone, burning my skin with each movement.

It’s deliciously rough—almost painful.

“Do you like this, Mrs. Brewer?” he asks through gritted teeth.

“Give it to me. Hard.” My legs shake. “Make me come.”

He holds both legs at the ankle and pulls me to the table's edge. One ankle goes in each hand as he moves my feet toward my head. He spreads them, opening me up for him.


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