Josh proposition

Meg's apartment was a sanctuary of pastel colors and soft textures, a stark contrast to the chaos outside her door. On this Sunday, her day off, she lounged in a pair of tight, black yoga pants that hugged her curves perfectly and a loose, white tank top that accentuated her toned arms. Her hair, a cascade of chestnut waves, fell freely around her shoulders, framing a face that was both serene and striking. Her makeup was minimal—just a touch of mascara and a hint of blush—but it enhanced her natural beauty, making her look effortlessly stunning.

The sound of a knock on her door startled her from her thoughts. She padded softly across the hardwood floor, her bare feet making no noise. Through the peephole, she saw Josh standing there, his eyes scanning the hallway as if he were waiting for someone else to join him. Meg hesitated for a moment before unlocking the door and pulling it open.

"What do you want?" she asked, her voice tinged with annoyance.

Josh's gaze immediately zeroed in on her body, his eyes tracing every curve and contour. Meg could see the bulge in his pants growing more prominent by the second. She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide her growing discomfort.

"Meg," he said, his voice low and gravelly, "I need to talk to you."

She sighed, stepping aside to let him in. As soon as he entered, she closed the door behind him, locking it securely. Josh looked around her apartment, his eyes lingering on the feminine decor.

"Your place is so girly," he remarked, a smirk playing on his lips. "You really need a man in your life."

Meg rolled her eyes but didn't respond. Instead, she walked over to her couch and sat down, crossing her legs elegantly. Josh followed her, sitting too close for comfort.

"Well, now you have me," he continued, his voice dripping with arrogance. "A real man."

Meg felt a flush of heat rise to her cheeks. His crude comments were making her feel things she wasn't ready to acknowledge. She decided to change the subject.

"Then why is this real man bothering my friend Suzie with pervert messages?" she asked, her tone laced with fake anger and teasing.

Josh leaned back, his smirk widening. "Because I meant what I wrote. I want to impregnate her and ruin the perfect little life she pretends to live."

Josh turned to Meg, a devilish glint in his eye. "Would you like to help me do that?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Meg's breath caught in her throat. The thought of Josh doing such a thing to Suzie was horrifying, yet it sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. She couldn't bring herself to answer him, her mind racing with conflicting emotions.

"But that's not why I came over," Josh said, breaking the silence.

Meg looked at him, curiosity piqued. "What was it then?"

"I want a copy of your keys," he replied, his eyes never leaving hers.

Meg frowned. "Why?"

Josh leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "So I can fuck and fill you up every time I want."

Meg's heart pounded in her chest. She knew she should be angry, should tell him to leave, but instead, she found herself asking, "Why would I give you a copy of my keys?"

Josh's hand slid down her arm, his fingers brushing against her skin. "Because you want to be filled with my cum."

Meg sighed, feeling defeated. She stood up and walked over to her purse, rummaging through it until she found a spare key. She pulled it off the keychain and handed it to him.

Josh took the key, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Now that I have your key, I'm going to replace your contraceptive pills with fakes while you're at work."

Meg looked at him warily, realizing the implications of what he was suggesting. Meg knew she couldn't stop him from doing this, but she couldn't believe he would be so deceitful. She felt a mix of fear and excitement towards him. Meg's heart raced. She knew she had to say something, but her thoughts felt sluggish. "W-Wait, what are you talking about? You can't just do that! Why would you do that?"

"So you're always wondering if you're protected or not," Josh explained, his voice calm and matter-of-fact. "And someday, I'm going to put a baby in you."

Meg's legs gave out, and she sank onto the couch, her mind reeling. Josh moved behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders. He leaned down, pressing his lips to her neck, kissing her softly. Meg shivered, her body betraying her resolve.

Josh's hands moved lower, tracing the neckline of her tank top. He kissed her again, this time on her shoulder, his teeth grazing her skin. Meg moaned softly, her head falling back against his chest.

"Do you like that?" Josh whispered, his voice thick with desire.

Meg nodded, unable to form words. Josh's hands slipped under her tank top, his rough palms caressing her smooth skin. He moved one hand to her breast, squeezing gently, while the other slid down to her waist, pulling her closer.

Meg gasped, her body arching into his touch. Josh's kisses became more insistent, moving down her neck to her collarbone. He bit lightly, sending a jolt of electricity through her body.

"Spread your legs," he commanded, his voice low and urgent.

Meg obeyed, her legs parting instinctively. Josh knelt down, his hands sliding under her yoga pants. He cupped her ass, lifting her slightly as he pushed her pants down to her knees.

Meg's breath hitched as she felt the cool air on her skin. Josh pressed his face against her core, his tongue darting out to taste her. Meg cried out, her hands gripping the cushions beneath her.

Josh licked and sucked, his tongue exploring every inch of her. Meg's hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more of his touch. She could feel her orgasm building, her body trembling with anticipation.

"Josh," she gasped, her voice barely a whisper. "Please..."

Josh pulled away, standing up and unbuttoning his pants. He shoved them down, revealing his hard, throbbing erection. Meg's eyes widened as she watched him, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

He positioned himself between her legs, his cock pressing against her entrance. Meg reached down, guiding him inside her. The sensation was overwhelming, her body stretching to accommodate him.

Josh thrust forward, filling her completely. Meg cried out, her nails digging into the couch. He began to move, his hips slamming into hers with relentless ****.

Meg's world narrowed to the sensations coursing through her body. Josh's cock pounded into her, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing over her. She could feel her orgasm approaching, her body tightening around him.

"Come for me," Josh growled, his voice raw with desire.

Meg's release washed over her, her body convulsing with pleasure. She screamed his name, her voice echoing through the apartment. Josh continued to thrust, his own climax building.

With one final, powerful thrust, he came, filling her with his seed. Meg's body trembled beneath him, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the experience.

Josh collapsed beside her, his breathing heavy. Meg lay there, her body still humming with residual pleasure. She turned to look at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of awe and confusion.

Meg studied Josh's face, trying to read his emotions. She knew she should probably say something, but she was still trying to process what had just happened between them. She felt a wave of desire wash over her again.