Indecent Proposal (Book 5 of the Forbidden Series)

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Her breath caught in her lungs as he moved closer. His dark, sultry eyes fixed on her. Vi couldn’t move, could barely breathe. Ronny reached up and caressed her face. His touch was feather light sending shivers through her. His thumb lightly grazed over her bottom lip as he leaned in his face inches from hers. Ronny leaned closer his lips near her ear, and he whispered, sweet words of endearment in a language she could not understand.

She closed her eyes listening to his sultry voice and sighed as his fingers slid down over her throat softly. Every inch of her skin felt alive with heightened sensitivity. Ronny’s hand moved slowly over her shoulder caressing her sensitive skin and sliding down her arm. It was amazing how incredibly aroused she had become, and he had not even kissed her, had not touched her in an intimate way.

Ronny pulled back slightly, and Vi opened her eyes to see him staring into her eyes. He reached up, his fingers taking hold of the clip in her hair and removing it. Her hair fell her back. He tossed the clip aside and ran his fingers through her hair. “I can’t take my eyes off you. You’re beautiful.” Ronny whispered. He moved closer his lips teasing hers. Threatening to kiss her but holding back. He smelled good, so wonderfully male. “Do you want to touch me?” He breathed against her lips.

“Oh yes.” The words fell from her mouth before she could think.

Ronny took Vi’s hand in his and guided her hand to his chest. “Don’t be shy sweet. I won't bite.” He promised, leaning back against the wall in a lazy sprawl so she could view his magnificent body. Shy but excited Vi slowly moved her hand over his bare chest, feeling the hard-taut muscle beneath her fingertips. He was like garnet beneath satin it was intoxicating. Vi placed both hands on Ronny’s chest and slid them down over his hard-flat sculpted abdomen down to where the towel rested on his narrow hips.

He closed his eyes and Vi watched his lips part as her hands moved lower over the towel moving ever so close to that part of him that the towel was meant to hide. She stopped short and pulled away. His eyes opened, and she blushed. Ronny reached up and took her by the waist. With little effort, he lifted Vi onto his lap. “What are you doing?” She gasped surprised.

“Giving you a better vantage point.” He said with a wicked smile as he placed her in his lap. He pulled her legs around his hips until she straddled his lap. Vi sucked in a shocked breath when she felt his arousal pressed against her through the thin fabric of his towel. She would have protested, but her voice was lost when his mouth claimed hers. His kiss was demanding yet gentle. His tongue slipped between her lips and plundered the depths of her mouth with such tender skill.

Vi felt his hands move up her back and pull her hard against him. Vi placed her hands on his strong shoulder loving the feel of his body against hers. He tore his lips from hers and placed hot kisses down her throat pushing her hair aside. Ronny’s hand moved over her towel and cupped her breast through the fabric. He loosened her towel and let it fall exposing her to his full view.

His hands moved over her breast and Vi shuddered at the intimate touch. He leaned forward and flicked his tongue over her leaking n****e. The sensation was tantalizing, and her head dropped back in pleasure. Ripples of excitement spread through her as his mouth closed around her taut n****e and he began to suckle. Her hands cradled his head holding him near, encouraging him.

Her breathing increased as his hand moved slowly down her belly. Ronny’s hand slipped between her thighs, and his fingers began to stroke her intimate folds. Vi felt herself growing shamelessly wet, a terrible throbbing had begun and the more he touched her, the worse it became.

“I want you.” He breathed looking up into her eyes. He loosened his towel and let it slide off. Vi stared down at the enormous phallus jetting up from the dark curls between his powerful thighs. Her eyes were wide, Darcy had never looked like that, and then again Darcy had never looked anything like Ronny at all. Her pause drew his concern. “Is something wrong?”

“No.” Vi smiled looking into his eyes and blushing. She was embarrassed to have been caught staring. “I’ve just never been with…” She trailed off not sure she should finish her statement.

“A black man?” He finished it for her. She nodded. “Well then isn’t this your lucky day.” He grinned laying her back against the bench. “I’ll be gentle.” He whispered against her lips and kissed her softly. Ronny knelt between her legs his powerful body braced over hers as he kissed her. His hand caressed her breast as she felt his hard manhood press inside her invading her body.

Ronny entered her slowly inch by blessed inch withdrawing some and then plunging deeper stretching her to accommodate his girth. She had never felt anything like it. He filled her so completely and when he withdrew she felt empty and abandoned. He drove into her once more, and she lifted her hips to meet his powerful thrust, to take him in. She whimpered with pleasure as he reached places no one else had.

Vi arched her back as Ronny’s mouth worshiped her breasts. His hips thrust slow and deep into her forcing her own off the bench with each movement. Her hands moved over his shoulders as she clung to him. She felt his hand cup her bottom and lift her off the bench. The elevated angle allowed him deeper penetration. “Oh god.” She cried as he pressed into her slow and deep. She was sure he would lose himself within her. She locked her legs tight about his waist. “Don’t stop.” She begged.

“I won't.” He promised, kissing her face. His hands stroked her hair. Vi felt the waves of ecstasy wash over her, and her body trembled as her climax took her. Ronny’s rhythm stayed steady as he kissed her and her nails dug into his back. “That’s it baby, c*m for me.” He whispered against her ear. She could contain herself no more, Vi cried out his name, and his pace quickened.

She closed her eyes against the maddening pleasure she thought for sure she would die with a smile on her face. Suddenly he let out a strangled groan of ecstasy, and his body shook and trembled above her. He withdrew suddenly, and his seed shot across her belly. His eyes closed, his breathing laboured, Ronny rested his forehead against hers as he gathered his strength.

He opened his eyes and lifted his head flashing her a wicked smile. “Not bad for an old man?” He whispered.

“Not bad for a young man.” She whispered back. In one try Ronny had far outdone fifteen years with Darcy. Not once had she ever gone to bed with her husband and been so satisfied.

Using the towel to wipe his seed from her belly, Ronny stretched out on the bench above her propping himself up on his arm as he smiled down at her. “So, about that proposition, are you interested in being my girl?”

“You mean being your plaything?”

“You get to play too.” He reminded her.

She smiled mischievously. “Well, that all depends. How often would we get to play?” She asked trailing her finger down his muscled chest. After all, he wasn’t a young man.

“I think I might surprise you.” He smiled. Without warning, Ronny got up and took Vi’s hand lifting her from her resting place on the bench. “Let’s get out of here before the heat kills us.” He said pushing open the door and leaving the sauna. The change in temperature caused her to tremble. Ronny turned the dial on the wall shutting the sauna off. She reached for a towel to ward off the chill. Only Ronny scooped her off her feet first and held her against him. “You won't need that.” He said.

“What are you doing?” She asked as he carried her from the room and upstairs.

“Showing you the rest of the house.” He said taking her up to the second level. She had relaxed since she arrived and now her smile was easy, and her bright eyes sparkled. Vi noticed him walking past three rooms without stopping. He kicked open the door at the end of the hall and carried her inside. “This is the bedroom.” He said taking her to the large king size bed and laying her down.

“I thought you were going to show me the house?” She giggled as he climbed on top of her.

“But I am.” He smirked wickedly. He gestured around the room at the furniture. “Here is a room. There is some stuff, and this is the bed. We are going to spend a lot of time in here.” He said kissing her.

***

The afternoon sun flooded the room warming Vi’s skin. She stretched and rolled onto her back in the huge bed. Opening her eyes, she realized she was alone. Vi sat up and looked around the large room wondering where Ronny had gotten too. Vi slipped from the bed wrapping the sheet around her.

She had not intended on spending the night. She had not intended on doing much of what she had. Vi wished she could blame her impetuous behaviour on the champagne but she couldn’t. It blew her mind how persuasive Ronny had been. She could not help but smile as she recalled how he touched her. How he kissed her. The way he felt inside her, and she felt her cheeks flush with heat. It was incredible; the man had the libido of a twenty-year-old.

Vi looked about the room at the spectacular old furniture. The room was elegantly decorated in an old Victorian style. The whole house was decorated beautifully, and she wondered if he had hired someone or done it himself. Vi remembered her dress had been left in the spa the night before. She had nothing to wear. Vi decided to see what she might find in the room.

Vi opened the dresser drawers searching for something that she might be able to wear. Finding a dark blue t-shirt, she removed it from the drawer and tossed the sheet back on the bed. Vi pulled the large t-shirt over her head. She wasn’t surprised to find it was far too big, long enough to cover her bottom. It would have to do until she could go find her dress.

She left the bedroom and wandered into the hall. The floor felt cool beneath her bare feet. Vi strolled through the hall glancing through the open doors as she passed by. She first passed another bedroom on her right and another to her left. As she grew closer to the stairs, she came to the main washroom of the house. It was enormous with a sunken bath, and a separate stand up shower. Along the wall a bamboo shelf of neatly folded towels. The floor was white marble tile, and the walls were a soft wine colour. It looked as inviting at the spa had.

Vi continued down the hall and wandered into a sitting room with two black patent leather sofas facing one another. The walls were covered with framed posters, pictures and other memorabilia. Vi slowly walked along carefully looking at each. There were old Heathen posters. Vi looked at the four men posed; they seemed larger than life. It was amazing how well they aged. From what she had seen both Ronny and Mike looked very much the way they had thirty years ago. She wondered if they aged gracefully or if like many other celebrities they had some work done.

Vi admired the gold and platinum records that hung on the wall. He had so many. The south wall was covered in old photographs of family and friends. She took her time carefully looking at each one. There was a lifetime of history on that wall, and in those pictures, she watched his life, his achievements, saw his love for his parents and watched the children in his life grow into adults.

She left the room and across the hall Vi saw a door ajar. She pushed it open and found a room filled with exercise equipment and full-length mirrors on every wall. Vi spotted Ronny laying on his back as he bench-pressed some rather large weights. She could hear the strain in his breathing and see the effort on his face. He wore nothing but a pair of black boxers. She was impressed he could lift so much.

Ronny noticed Vi and pushed the weights up and placed it back on its rack. He sat up and took the small hand towel he had on the floor beside him and wiped the sweat from his head and shoulders. “You’re up.” He smiled his gaze raked over her as if he could see right through her clothes. “And you’re wearing my shirt.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snoop it’s just that my dress-”

“You look good in my shirt.” He smiled cutting off her apology. “Come here.” He requested holding out his hand to her.

Vi walked toward Ronny and placed her hand in his. “Have you been up long?”

“A while.” He said softly kissing her hand.

“Don’t you ever sleep?”

“I can sleep when I’m dead.” He said pulling her into his lap, so her back rested against his chest. His hand caressed her throat brushing her long hair to one side. “Did you sleep well?” He asked kissing her neck.

“I did.” She smiled. She had his bed was comfortable. “I was all worn out by six in the morning.” She teased.

“Was it that late? I hadn’t noticed.” Ronny’s hands moved over her thighs and pulled her legs open wide. His hand slipped between her legs, and his long fingers pressed deep inside her. Vi sighed with pleasure as he caressed her. “You’re so wet.” He whispered against her ear. “Did you just wake up needing me?”

Vi shuddered at the thought. She did want him; a terrible ache had begun deep inside her that only he could vanquish. Ronny tapped her on the bottom lightly encouraging her to move just enough that he was able to slide his shorts down freeing his erection. With her back still to him, he coaxed her back onto his lap lowering her down onto his hardness.

Vi sunk impaling herself on his manhood until she could feel him at the mouth of her whom. She had never taken anyone so deep before. Ronny pulled her back against him until her back rest against his chest. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes as his lips met hers in a passionate kiss.

Ronny’s hands went to her hips as he guided her rhythm. Vi needed little coaxing. She rocked and gyrated against him sliding up and down his thick shaft. His hands slid up her belly, and under the shirt she wore. He cupped her breast as she rode him hard. His mouth ate at hers. Their tongues danced over the others.

His fingers played over her n*****s bringing them to firm peaks. His skilled touch sent shivers of pleasure through her body. Ronny reached down and took hold of the shirt she wore and pulled it up and off. Vi lifted her arms to accommodate him. He tossed the shirt to the floor, and she trembled as his hands moved over her body. He kissed her neck and caressed her face.

“Open your eyes,” Ronny ordered softly. Lost under his spell Vi opened her eyes as instructed and saw that they faced the mirror. She could see herself nude and flushed looking wanton seated in his lap. Vi turned to look away, but Ronny kissed her face and gently turned her back to the mirror. “Look at us.” He whispered. “You look beautiful.” His hands slid over her body. “Watch us.”

His gaze held hers through the mirror. She watched as their bodies rocked together. Ronny’s hands slid down between her legs and stroked her as she slid up and down his hardness. The sight was so erotic she could hardly stand it. The sensation mounted, and soon the pleasure exploded within her. His hands moved to her hips and forced her down hard on him. His forehead dropped against her back, and she heard him groan as his body tensed. He quickly lifted her off his lap before he succumbed to his release.

Ronny picked up the towel from the floor and wiped up the small mess he had made. He then picked up the shirt and handed it to her. Vi pulled his shirt back on as she watched him stand up and pull up his shorts. He walked over to the basket in the corner of the room and tossed the towel in it.

“You know I don’t think I ever got an actual answer out of you last night.” He noted strolling over to her. He smiled and brushed a lock of hair from her face. “I’d like very much to keep seeing you. Have I successfully convinced you?” He asked drawing her into his arms. “Or must I try again?”

She could not fight the giddy grin that curved her lips. She was more than convinced. The man was charming, sexy, and an incredible lover. Vi needed little more coaxing. “I’m convinced.” She promised.

“Beautiful.” He smiled taking her hand and leading her from the room. “Let’s wash up, and I’ll take you out for lunch.”

“Oh, I really can’t. I need to get home and change and get ready for my shift tonight.” She said as he led her to the washroom.

“Take the night off.” He suggested. “I will go down and get your dress for you.”

“I can’t take the night off. I have to work.” She protested.

“What’s the point of dating the boss if you can’t play hooky?” Ronny grinned.

“I did play hooky last night.” She reminded him. “I can’t play hooky every night. I need to work.”

He frowned and she thought he would argue with her, but he didn’t. “Alright go to work. When do you get a night off?”

“Wednesday.”

“Wednesday! That’s so far away.” He groaned.

She chucked. “It’s only three nights.”

“That’s an eternity. I’m going to have to play with the schedule.” Ronny winked at her.

“Do you ever wait for anything?” She asked.

He flashed a charming smile. “No.” Vi shook her head; he was positively impossible. “Fine, I’ll drive you home.” He offered.