Page 64 of Brutal Proposal


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I chuckle. “Only while I was having it done. Recovering was a bit of a bitch too.”

Her mouth opens and closes, but no words come out. I get it, it’s a lot to take in.

I run my thumb up the underside of my cock, touching each piercing. “This is called a Jacob’s Ladder. And this,” I flick the metal at the ridge and groan, “is a King’s Crown.”

“Why would you do that to yourself?” She seems totally mystified.

With one hand, I squeeze the base of my cock, with the other I thrust two fingers into her dripping pussy before I admit the truth. “For you,bella. For your, and our, pleasure. This is as close to a shadow daddy’s monster cock as you’ll ever get. I wanted you to be excited about riding it every time I fuck you. I wanted to give you something almost otherworldly.”

Her jaw drops. She’s looking at me like I’ve lost my fucking mind—which may be the case. But I stumbled across some monster Romantasy and took inspiration from it.

Recovering, she licks her lips. A moan sounds in her throat as I continue to pump my fingers in and out of her tight, slippery cunt.

“Are you ready for this,cara mia?”

She enthusiastically nods.

“Use your words,” I growl. She’s killing me here.

“Yes,” she says on a hushed breath. “Please.”

I gaze down at her. “Are you a virgin?”

“I’ve never been with a man.” She flushes a bright red. “But I’ve used toys on myself before.”

Her admission further turns me on. “Just tell me if it’s too much.”

She nods.

Lining myself up, I thrust into her sweet pussy and just about lose my shit. The one thing I didn’t admit to her is that this is my first time since getting pierced.Holy fuck. It’s intense. Almost too much to take as I move deeper into her wet heat. This is like being a damn virgin all over again.

She clings to me, her gasps and moans music to my ears. I revel in the way she moves against me, meeting me thrust for thrust. But I need to make her come one more time before I do.

Gritting my teeth to keep from spilling inside of her too soon, my thumb circles her clit as I pump my hips.Fucking hell.Starbursts explode in my vision as I thrust deep and slow at first, then picking up speed. Sweat dampens my skin.

“Come for me,bella. Let me feel that sweet pussy milk my cock.” I speak through clenched teeth.

“Oh God, Maximo!” She quivers and moans beautifully as she comes in my arms. My name on her lips, and the way her cunt strangles my dick, has me following her over the edge. With one last thrust I release a beastly roar. My balls tighten and I coat her insides with ropes of hot cum.

We collapse against each other, breathing hard. I flip onto my back, drawing her against my chest. For several moments, we silently cling to each other, returning to our bodies after the most amazing sex of my life.

Gradually her breathing returns to normal. Her fingers lightly brush over the portrait tattooed on my upper arm. “When did you get this done?”

I hesitate, but only for a second, before I tell her the truth. “About two and a half years ago.”

She chokes on a strangled gasp. Silence stretches between us as she takes in this new information and whatever insights she gleans from it. I’d give anything to be able to read her mind right now. Do I sound like a fucking psychopath?

She’d only seen me a few times at that point, but I’d watched her closely those first two years. Every encounter showed me more about this woman. I discovered first her shyness, then her bravery, that fire in her soul, and how much she cares for others. I watched the broken girl blossom into something amazing. I wish she could see herself the way I do.

She clears her throat. “And uh… the other women you’ve been with since then haven’t found it strange that you have a woman’s face on your skin? They weren’t… jealous?” She’s fishing for even more information, which I take as a good sign.

This time I don’t balk. “Elena, I haven’t been with anyone since the first time I laid my eyes on you four years ago.”

“Oh,” she breathes out the word. “Oh.”

“You’re it for me,bellissima.” I drop a kiss on her bare shoulder. Perhaps, with time, she’ll feel the same way I do.

Obsessed. Head over heels. Certain that we’re soulmates.