Chapter 495. Marriage Proposal

Veronica Ambrose

The tension in my stomach is building like crazy, her fingers harshly moving in and out of me while her mouth is continuing to bring me closer to my high. With each movement, I grip the sheets tighter, my nails digging into the fabric.

When she senses I'm close—because I'm practically screaming it at her—she moves up, kissing my lips and taking in my reaction. The high blinds me, paralyzes me. She proceeds to suck on my breasts, thrusting her fingers at just the right speed. I arch my back, pressing myself into her touch, unable to contain the overwhelming sensations.

I'm left with tears in my eyes and bruises on my body. She releases my hands, placing a kiss on the insides of my palms before tugging me onto her body. Her head is resting on the pillow and mine is resting on her chest, practically in her neck. I melt into her, the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through me.

Was this real? Did I seriously have sex with thi