Page 9 of A Practical Arrangement

“Irresistible? You seem to be resisting me just fine.” Ella’s challenge does not go unanswered. With a sudden surge of adrenaline, I wrap my arm firmly around her waist and pull her onto my lap. Our lips meet in a fiery embrace, igniting a craving within me that burns like wildfire.

Her soft lips, tongue, and the taste of her warm breath are like a potent elixir, stirring up a bottomless obsession that pulls me deeper into the abyss of madness. Despite my pounding heart and racing breath, I can't seem to get enough. I don’t deserve her. Ella’s too young and has her whole life ahead of her—a life she’ll want to spend with a younger man. I’m setting myself up for a heartbreak that may never mend, but I’m willing to endure it for her.

“Your kiss makes me feel funny things,” Ella moans against my lips and places her hand against her heart. “Funny things in here.”

My eyes drift to the warm flush rising between her the valley of her breasts, remembering how long I ogled her supple cleavage the last time she wore this dress.

“What about right here?” I slip my hand beneath the red silk and let my palm graze her taut nipples, squeezing the prickled flesh between my fingers.

She nods and her lips pillow into a bratty pout. “I feel it there too.”

“How about now?” My tongue glides over her firm buds, and I gently take each one into my mouth.

She wriggles in response, begging for more as she arches her back and runs her delicate fingers through my hair. Her touch sends my senses reeling and my lust grows to unfathomable depths. The scent of her skin envelops me and makes me lose the last shreds of my resolve. It’s been ages since I’ve been with a woman, and I often wondered if anyone would ever make me feel the desire that consumed me whenever I was in Ella’s presence. And now she’s in my arms.

Ella spreads her legs and shifts her knees, holding herself over my thighs. I can see the anticipation in her trembling hands as they make their way to the hem of her dress. With a slow, teasing motion, she lifts the fabric over her voluptuous ass and thighs, stopping just centimeters above her glistening, exposed pussy.

A small gasp escapes my lips as I take in the sight of her raw vulnerability, framed by the soft folds of her dress. She holds the pose for a moment, seemingly relishing the anticipation before finally bringing the red fabric over her head and tossing it onto the seat.

My heart pounds so violently, it feels as though it’s crashing into my sternum. The sight of her sex, bare, wet, and swollen, aroused for me, is nearly enough to make me dizzy from a loss of blood to my head. Every ounce has shot south like bullet train, straight into my throbbing cock. For a moment, my wide eyes remain as frozen as my tongue. She’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.

“What about this? Do I make you feel something here?” I run my hand between her slick folds, gathering the moisture between my fingers, then bringing them to my mouth. “You’re soaked. Is this how you’re going to be whenever I come home from the office? Hot and bothered? Wet and willing to ride mycock whenever I want?” I don’t know what possesses me to be so bold, but this gorgeous girl brings it out in me.

Ella's lips tremble, and she starts to speak, but quickly stops herself. Maybe she's afraid to voice the wicked thoughts swirling in her mind. "What are you trying to say? You want me to live with you?" She bats her eyelashes in a coy manner, feigning shyness, though not enough to shield her naked body from my hungry eyes.

“It means I bought and paid for this pussy, and I want it available to me night and day.” Her submissive behavior ignites my dominant side and arouses me to the point of shouting through the intercom, commanding my driver to take us on a full tour of the island. In one swift motion, I clasp her waist and drop her onto the seat. Desperation makes me rougher than desired, but when she doesn’t protest, I spread her legs and push her knees toward her shoulders.

“Grant!” Ella gasps as I dip my head between her smooth thighs, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her arousal.

My tongue traces a slow, deliberate path along the seam of her folds, drawing out soft moans from deep within her. Fueled by desire, I continue to lap at her generously and with increasing intensity, driving her wild with each savage stroke.

As I tease her sweet bud with the tip of my thick tongue, she thrusts her hips into the air, offering herself up to me completely. With every primal scream, our rhythm becomes more synchronized, our arousal mounting with each passing second. As the friction intensifies, she grows weaker, and I become more determined to break her in the most pleasurable way possible.

I yearn for every drop of her arousal, eagerly licking, suckling, and plunging my tongue deep into her pussy as I imagine myself inside her, fulfilling every carnal desire she has ever had.

“You’re a naughty little thing, Ella. But I don’t mind, because I’m going to turn you into the perfect girl for me.” My finger curls inside her, thrusting in and out as my tongue dances over her sensitive spot.

"Oh, my God!" Ella gasps, her breath coming in ragged pants.

"You're so tight—almost too tight for two fingers. We'll have to work extra hard to make sure my cock fits inside you." I tease her, filling my thoughts with all the things I want to do to her that make me harder than steel.

"Yes!" Ella nods eagerly, her body still trembling from the pleasure coursing through her veins. She tries to express how much she wants it, but her words disappear into a moan as she stretches her arms above her head and presses against the window for support. Her head falls back as she shudders violently in my embrace and succumbs to the sweetest surrender.

How will I ever let her go?

Chapter 12

Ella

Grant’s lips sear mine,kindling a fire I fear will never be quenched. The voice in my head screams to press on the brakes, fearing this arrangement will end in heartbreak. But now that I’m in his arms, I can't bear saying no or walking away before I know what that end will be. Deep down, I know I'll never find another man like him.

Maybe he’ll want more. Perhaps he’ll fall in love and decide he can’t live without me.

As Grant’s mouth moves down my jawline, tiny tingles of anticipation dance across my skin. I help him unbutton his shirt and unzip his pants, pulling them off his legs with my feet. My body aches for him, yearning to feel his weight on top of me, his cock pounding into me with each thrust as he breaks through my innocence and claims me as his own. I want to give myself fully to him, to lose myself in the pleasure until I can't remember anything else.

"Will you stay with me, Ella? I want you to move in with me. I’ll give you whatever you want and need." Grant’s hands trace a path down my body, caressing every curve and valley, my skin prickling at his touch. He stops to knead my breasts, teasing my nipples with his fingers before replacing them with his tongue.

My body twists and turns in his arms, unable to contain the overwhelming sensations coursing through me. “I’ll be whatever you want,” I utter the only words that ring true.

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