The Billionaire Proposed

Carlton froze, genuinely caught off guard. “You don’t even know me,” he said slowly. “Why would you ask me for something like that?”

Penelope felt her cheeks burn with both shame and defiance, stunned by what had just left her lips.

“Do you…” she stammered, “…find me attractive?”

Silence stretched between them as Carlton’s gaze slowly traveled over her, from head to toe. He ran a hand through his hair, visibly unsettled.

“Yes… I mean, you are. But I won’t take advantage of you. Why would you want to have sex with me?” he asked, so full of uncertainty.

Penelope took a deep shaky breath, her vulnerability exposed a side of her she rarely allowed anyone to see. Her body wanted to run, but her vulnerability fought the instinct.

The room felt too quiet, as though the walls themselves were listening. Penelope could hear her own heartbeat, loud and erratic, each thud reminding her how close she was to unraveling completely. This wasn't a desire guiding her—it was grief, shock, and a desperate need to feel something other than betrayal.

“Look,” she said in a calm and soft voice, "I just realized I've made a terrible mistake all my life,” tears welling up again. “And before I snap back to my normal self I want to make just one last mistake.”

“That doesn't make sense at all. Why make more mistakes when the one you made left you in this terrible form?” he asked, trying to fathom what he had just heard.

“By doing this, I wouldn't feel guilty of the mistake I have made, this is all I want from you. Don't try to understand me. Have sex with me, simple. I sincerely don't want to know you, I don’t want your money. I don’t want your love or a relationship.

His jaw tightened. Desire flickered in his eyes, but so did restraint, the kind that came from knowing this moment would leave a mark on both of them.

Carlton studied her for a while, the room felt heavier under his silence. He wasn’t looking at her like a man eager for pleasure—he was looking at her like someone standing at the edge of a decision he couldn’t undo.

“No, I can't do this,” he said, the only help I can offer is by giving you a listening ear.”

Penelope didn’t respond, and to his utter shock, she ripped the towel off her body, standing naked in front of him.

Carlton’s eyes widened, at the sight of her perky boobs and her meaty clean shaved vagina.

He looked away from her naked body, “you're hurting, this is not right.”

“Just have sex with me, that's all I ask for, please.” Her eyes pleading.

He exhaled slowly, as though steadying himself. Whatever she was offering wasn’t just her body—it was her brokenness, and he knew accepting it would change the course of the night.

“I want this, this will clear my head.” She moved closer, pressing her breast against his chest and kissing him.

The moment she kissed him he let go of every hesitation and returned the kiss with equal passion. Before she knew it, he carried xr toher over to the bed, laid her on it and grabbed her boobs.

He broke the moment, held her gaze and asked her “do you really want to do this?”

Penelope gave him a pitiful furrowed look, “Yes I want this,” voice sharper than ever.

The moment she gazed her consent, he removed his clothes, pinned her against the bed and ravaged her lips, his mouth moved to her breast, using his tongue to caress her nipples.

Even though she believed having sex with a stranger would dull the pain of realizing she had loved a devil all her life and nearly married him, his touch aroused something in her far deeper than Geoffrey ever had—and that terrified her.

She found herself moaning loudly, letting her hand slide down to the bulge between his legs and squeezed it gently, releasing a soft attractive moan from him.

A gasp escaped from her lips, when his fingers connected with her clit, she tightly held on to the bedspread, as she buried her other hand in his hair, massaging his head lightly, while the air filled with shared intensity.

She pulled out his dick from his underpants, turning her over, he buried his face in her pussy while she also got busy by giving him “mouth job.” He increased the pace of his tongue on her clit, as she couldn't hold back anymore turning soft moans into loud cries of pleasure.

“Fuck me now please”, she pleaded. Wanting nothing more than him buried inside her.

“I will baby, but you have to cum for me” he said, dipping his fingers in her pussy as he continued with the increased pace of his tongue on her clit, as though that was all she needed to hear she screamed “I'm cumin’… I'm cumin’, she toppled over the climax of pleasure and her nod shook with the force of her orgasm.

Still trying to recover from that he positioned himself in-between her thighs and slid his big cock into her wet drooling pinky rose with an urgency she wasn't used to, sending her into another round of orgasm.

She moaned loudly, wanting him to pause so she could catch a breath and also not wanting him to stop as she flowed with the rhythm of his thrusts.

In that moment, Penelope who had always thought sex wasn’t so pleasurable, discovered how good and pleasant sex is.

She spent all night in the arms of the striking, handsome stranger, he held her so close as she unlearned all the lies Geoffrey told her about herself and her body. Subtly, her pains disappeared into thin air.