An Enticing Proposition 5

Ava’s cries filled the room as Travis thrust into her on the floor, their bodies locked in missionary. Her eyes stayed fixed on him, mouth open, mind lost in a haze as his thick cock drove in and out of her dripping pussy

"Oh, fuck yes! Ah, yes!" she moaned loudly, every curve of her body and swell of her breasts responding to the powerful force of his thrusts.

Travis, too, was consumed by the feeling of being deep inside her, the pleasure surpassing anything he’d known. The wet slap of their bodies was like music, a perfect rhythm.

His lips crashed onto hers, their kiss muffling her moans, and when he withdrew, her gasps and whimpers echoed, fueled by his relentless pace.

“Do you like it?” he asked, his voice deep, captivated by her twisted expression of need.

Ava wasted no time in nodding, missing the sensation of being filled and fucked with a real, throbbing cock, and not just an ordinary real dick, particularly one belonging to Travis Vanderbilt. 

He was exceptionally endowed, thick, and powerful, much like her ten-inch dildo, making her feel as though he might stretch her to her limits.

But Travis was not satisfied with a mere nod. “Say it, Ms. Sullivan,” he demanded, thrusting deeper.

“Urgh, fuck! Yes! I love it!” Ava begged, desperate for the ecstasy to continue. “Please, don’t stop!”

Their time was cut short by his next meeting, and after they reached a climactic release, he withdrew, leaving Ava panting, her pussy throbbing, chest heaving, eyes fixed on the ceiling.

Ava could hardly believe she’d just been fucked so thoroughly by Travis Vanderbilt. He’d lived up to every fantasy, proving he could fulfill her deepest desires in that brief, intense moment.

“Three dates,” Travis said, fixing his suit. Ava sat up, brow furrowed, focusing on him. “Three dates, and then you’re my wife.”

Ava gasped, her ears seemingly playing tricks on her. "What? Wife?"

He smiled, eyes locked on her naked body. “I said you’re mine, Ms. Sullivan. You’ve shown your skill in bed, and though this was just a taste, I loved it. You've already passed the test of becoming my ideal wife. So, do you accept? Do we have a deal?"

Ava was momentarily speechless, her mind reeling. She stood, dressing quickly, her body still buzzing from their encounter. “Uh, this is incredibly tempting, but please give me a day to think it over.”

Travis nodded, confident. “Take your time, Ava.  Although, I have a fair idea of your answer. I know you're torn between your debt and your attraction to me,” he remarked with an arrogant grin. Heading to the door, he added, “My secretary will show you out.”

Ava sighed, pulling on her coat, still feeling the heat of their passion on her skin. It was all too real, and now, Travis was proposing marriage.

The idea stunned her and her thoughts raced.

What was happening? 

What was the bigger picture here? 

Could she possibly refuse such an offer? 

Marriage to a wealthy playboy who’d fucked countless women, now including her, was never in her plans. Was she ready for that life?

Marrying Travis meant she wanted him to be hers forever but sharing what was hers with someone else had always been a personal distaste. 

She hated it, so a conventional marriage with a playboy fucking other women wouldn’t work for her. She was fine with just sex, no strings attached.

But then there was the crushing debt situation, and she sighed, her gaze darting back and forth 

‘How did my life takesuch a turn?’

Maybe she could talk Travis out of marriage, offering herself for passionate hookups instead. She’d let him fuck her until he was tired of her, though the idea of being his “whore” stung. 

She didn't want the situation but how can she deny herself such a cock? 

She was willing to allow him to quench his lust, as long as she and her mom weren’t burdened with their debt. Marriage, on the other hand, was out of the question.

Just as long as her mom’s suffering ceased, she was prepared to make the sacrifice of being his whore.

The situation was messy, and she was desperate for guidance.

As the secretary entered, she cast an unmistakable look of disdain in Ava’s direction. “So, you’re his latest fuck? Another notch on his bedpost, soon to be discarded.”

Ava shot her a defiant look, grabbing her bag. “Let me guess, you’ve daydreamed about spreading those legs for him but never quite caught his eye? I’m sorry about that, but I must admit, the sex was amazing. He certainly has a knack for pleasuring a woman.”

Leaving the envious and irate secretary behind, Ava smirked and quipped, “I’ll show myself out.”

‘I’m definitely accepting his offer,’ she thought with a sneer.