Page 32 of The Arrangement

Tory’s gaze falls to my cock, my hardness tenting the fabric of my slacks. She places her hand on me, moving her fingertips slowly over my length, as if she wants to make sure it’s actually there. Then she opens my pants, the metal of my buckle clanging just a bit as she undoes it, then my button, then my zipper. She tugs down the black, skin-tight fabric of my boxer-briefs, my cock leaping out in front of her.

She licks her lips.

“Tell me,” I say, taking her chin and tilting her head up to me. “How does the sight of my cock make you feel? Does it make you wet?”

She swallows, her gaze drifting down to my manhood.

“Keep your eyes on me.”

She obeys.

“Now, tell me.”

“Yes, it makes me wet.”

“How wet.”

“Really fucking wet, Max. I’ve been thinking about it since that night.”

“Reach down. Find out how wet it’s made you.”

Her hand drifts down to the waist band of her panties. I watch carefully as her fingers disappear beneath the black fabric. Soon her hand is between her legs.

“Tell me.”

“I’m soaked for you.”

“Good. Now, keep your hand there, and give me what we both want.”

She returns her attention to my cock, her hand still working between her thighs. She moans slightly, closing her eyes for a moment before refocusing her attention. Tory moves her lips closer, grasping the base of my cock with one hand and placing her lips at the head.

A lick begins the process, gentle but firm enough to send a flash of pleasure up and down my length. Soon enough, she loosens her jaw and starts taking me in, tongue gliding along in the process and using a little more pressure each time, as if she knows just what I like.

I place my hand on her cheek, her skin soft and smooth and cool, guiding her down gently. She complies with my wordless instruction, opening her mouth and letting me go deeper. My head pokes the back of her throat, the warm wetness causing the veins along my shaft to twitch against her tongue. What an incredible feeling...

Part of me wants to bring her down further, but I resist. A mere taste is enough for now.

She wraps her lips around my cock, her tongue caressing my head with swirling motions. Tasting. Exploring. Enjoying the taste of precum to the fullest.

“Look up at me.”

Tory does, the sight of her mouth full of me just perfect. Her lips slide back up, then down again. The soft sucking noises of her at work blend with the crackle of the fire, the pleasure becoming more insistent.

Her hand follows her mouth along my length, and I can feel the stirrings of an impending orgasm, each stroke threatening to break me. But I’m not ready to be done so soon. I stop her, Tory’s eyes flicking back to me.

“Get up. Turn around.”

She rises, licking her lips. Stepping over to the mantle and grasping it with both hands, she gives me a ravenous look over the shoulder. It’s enough to ignite my core and sent my heart galloping. She was made for me. Body and soul, she was designed for me. The sight of her splendid ass spreading for me, her panties glimmering with liquid arousal, as if begging me to take her, it’s too much to bear.

But I need to keep it together. For all the edging I put her through that first night, Tory has earned herself the ultimate reward, and I’m going to give it to her, inch by inch, one orgasm at a time.

“Good girl.”

Chapter 17

Tory

I’m filled with delicious anticipation as I stand in front of the fire. Maksim is behind me, pacing back and forth slowly, the sound of his dress shoes on the parquet floor echoing through the expanse of the study.

---