Indecent Proposal Book Novels & Stories

I say, completely bemused . “Yeah, but it’s not like that. This one’s for couples, not seedy old men.” If he wasn’t so devilishly handsome and sexy, I would run and not look back. Staring into the shop window I frown, and then, for some weird reason, I lead the way inside. My jaw snaps open. Now, I’m not really a sex addict, and I do have quite the healthy interest in sex and erotica, but I’m pretty sure that some of the items displayed on the shelf would make even Christian Grey from fifty shades trilogy blush.

I hung up and put the phone down, my hand still trembling from everything crashing together at once. The money he was offering, the filthy journal, the way my pussy would not stop aching... it was too much. Professor James leaned in closer again, his body heat reaching me as he picked up the journal and held it out to me. "We're not done, Lana. Open it to page twenty-two." "The one where I described edging a shy girl until she's dripping down her thigh and begging for cock. Read it aloud for me slowly. Let me hear every filthy word in your voice and watch how wet it makes you."

Philip smirked proudly and his guys started hyping him up. I know you’re going to be wondering how this is normal? Well we’ve been doing this since the first day of college, we’ve known each other for long so it’s completely normal. We just pick a ransom day, get high and wasted and fuck ourselves, just for fun actually and it never gets out. Ashley started taking off her clothes. God I love her body, she’s fit to be a professional p**n star. Philip grabbed her breast and started playing with it, teasing and then put it in his mouth.

Elise’s POV I stayed exactly as he had left me, bent over the reading table, cheek against the cool wood, skirt tangled around my ankles, the open manuscript only inches from my face. Grant’s cum was already sliding down the insides of my thighs in slow, warm trails. The air in the special-collections room felt heavier now, thick with the scent of sex and old paper and the faint trace of his cologne. He stepped closer. The wet head of his cock brushed my lower lip. I opened without being told.

He smirked, going through the book. "Please stop opening the pages" I begged him, unable to handle the embarrassment. "You shouldn't be ashamed of your desires Lila, if you want something including my dick in your pussy or titties, anywhere.. just ask me and I'm going to make that happen" I can't handle this conversation and him looking at a sex book in front of me, I reached for the book and flung it away from his hands. He took his sharp gaze to me and I gulped nothing down my throat. I think I might be in trouble again.

He reached down, grabbed one with a thick hardback and smacked my back with it. “Read the title while I fuck you,” he commanded. I looked. “History of… ah! Anatomy.” His thrust cut me off. “Louder. Describe it dirty.” “History of bodies,” I panted. “Fucked and used like mine.” He laughed and smacked the book against my ass harder. “Good slut. Keep crawling.” We moved around the aisle, his hips snapping as sweat dripped from him onto my back, mixing with mine. The floor felt sticky under my knees.

"Nah, let's just keep it casual, or Diane will get hurt." "Diane? She's been following me everywhere, and it's driving me crazy. But I've got a plan to make her quit. Just watch." Maggie laughed heartily, asking about the details. Livio's voice came through playful and smug. "Her birthday is in a week. I'll throw her a party, fake a proposal, and humiliate her in front of everyone. Then she won't have the nerve to chase me again." Maggie's eyes crinkled with amusement, while I stood in the shadows, feeling a chill down my spine. It felt like an invisible hand was squeezing my heart, the dull throb making me shake all over.

Was not taking my chances. "Has he ever done something unbecoming untoward you? No. Instead, he proposes a contract that will make you the next J.K Rowlings and without a doubt, one of the richest bachelorettes in the whole of Nashvile." She prattled on without taking a breath, then fixed her intense gaze me, making sure her words sunk deeper. I gulped and yanked her wine glass, then tossed the remaining fluid into my mouth and chewed hard on her words. Still, even if there wasn't anything unbecoming and alarming he did towards me, I just couldn't accept a Bentley. That was just... That was super crazy.

Show me how wet you are. I hesitated, pulling my fingers free, slick with my juices. No, I couldn't. Sending a picture? That was too far. He'd see the differences. But another text popped up. Dylan: Come on, baby. I sent you my dick pics... twice now. Give me something. Your tits? Just a peek. I need it. My tits. We wore the same size bras, but mine were fuller, heavier and spilled over the cups more than hers. In a photo, angled right, he might not notice.

Completely unguarded. And that, more than anything else, unsettled him. Because he could feel it. In his chest. That deadly spark again. He scanned the cover, thumb following the title, then back at her. "Why this one?" "It's a book about sadness," she told him quietly. "But not the kind that cries out. The kind that settles into the space between us." Some dark, wordless flicker showed behind his eyes. He nodded once, palming the book into his coat pocket as if it was evidence in a case he wasn't ready to break yet.