Page 19 of The Arrangement

He hooks his thumbs under the waistband of my panties and pulls them down. They drop to my ankles and he quickly places his big, rough hand between my thighs. I moan at his touch, bucking into it, yearning for more.

More is just what he gives me. His hand finds my tender pussy, and I’m already soaking wet for him. Maksim’s other hand effortlessly unclasps the back of my bra and I help him, slipping the straps over my shoulders. I’m bare before him, exposed in front of a man I’ve known for barely two days.

But it feels so goddamn right.

We kiss and he touches me, pleasure coursing through my body as he spreads me open and teases my clit. The intensity is so much I can’t help but lean forward and rest my head against his big, round shoulder. Maksim places his other hand on the small of my back, keeping me against him.

“Keep touching me like that. Please. Please.” The words come out in a hot breath, and he seems to have no intention of stopping.

Each touch, each slow circle around my clit with his fingertip brings me closer and closer and closer until… I shut my eyes, letting out a silent shriek against his skin. Maksim brings me to a roaring orgasm, my legs shaking underneath me as I come. He holds me and touches me, making sure he can feel me as I come.

When the pleasure’s faded, he guides me directly to the bed. Standing before me, he takes a moment to look at me, to measure me from head to toe, his eyes roaming with sparkling arousal and sincere admiration. I’m seeing another side of him, a side that makes my heart beat way too fast. I’m bare and defenseless before him, yet there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

“I need more,” I manage.

Maksim smiles, darkness smoldering in his eyes as he grabs me by the back of the head and pulls me in for a kiss—it’s sloppy and feverish, desperate and demanding. “You’ll do what I tell you, Tory, and you’ll get more. How does that sound?”

“What… What do you want me to do?”

I guess my reason isn’t entirely comatose, because I’m starting to think of some pretty gruesome possible options here, but Maksim runs his fingers through my hair and pulls me in so he can whisper in my ear. The closeness is too much to bear, especially as I feel his generous erection nestled against my belly. His cock throbs against his pants, twitching harder and harder for me.

“Touch yourself,” he says, then takes a step back so he can watch me.

For a second, I’m lost. But then my body takes over, and my hands come up. I touch my breasts first, while Maksim watches, one hand covering his groins. He squeezes his erection through the fabric of his pants, and by the stars, it turns me on beyond belief to see him like this. I massage my breasts with slow, deliberate motions, the pleasure coursing through me like wildfire.

“Like this?” I ask, my voice uneven with a flurry of emotions.

“Pinch your nipples until it hurts.”

“Oh… Okay.”

“That’s not how you answer, baby.”

I lose myself in his eyes, my mind barely processing the command. But again, my body knows what to do, moving my lips and tongue accordingly. “Yes, sir…”

“Do it,” he says, and I gladly obey, pinching my nipples tighter and tighter.

A moan escapes my throat, ragged and faint as I work myself into another frenzy, but Maksim has no intention of letting me go through it on my own. “Lay on the bed, keep doing what you’re doing,” he says.

Again, I’m like an automated robot, abandoning myself to fate as I lay on the bed and continue teasing myself, kneading my breasts and pinching my nipples. Harder. Tighter. Oh, God, it feels so good to do this while he’s watching, while he’s stroking himself.

“OH, FUCK!” I gasp as he spreads my legs and slides his tongue between my wet folds.

He took me by surprise. I was so busy turning myself on, hotter and hotter, that I didn’t even notice him come closer. His growl sends tendrils of restless electricity buzzing across my skin as he licks my pussy, as his lips close around the swollen clit.

“Max… OH, don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking stop!”

“How can I stop when you taste this good?” he replies and goes down on me.

My pussy clenches tightly as he inserts a finger, then two, while constantly licking and pressing the tip of his tongue against my clit. It’s a repetitive motion, his fingers curling with every retreat, stimulating a heatwave that is likely to devastate me.

“You’re not gonna come until I tell you to come, Tory. You hear me?”

“Huh? Max… Don’t stop!”

He stops, and I curse under my breath. My pussy is aching, begging for more, arousal trickling out and seeping into the sheets as I look down at him with wide, worried eyes.

“You’re not gonna come until I tell you to come,” he says it again.

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