Page 20 of Forced Arrangement

“Fucking perfect. I knew they would be.”

He palms a breast, twisting and turning the nipple between his thumb and forefinger and I throw my head back in ecstasy. He deftly removes my bra so that he can attend to both of my breasts, licking, biting, sucking.

“Don’t stop,” I beg, holding on to fistfuls of his thick hair.

He lifts me off my seat and my breasts bounce perkily as I settle onto my feet again. I can hear myself panting, the sound filling the space between us as I stare at him, captured by his smoky green eyes. I think again of the fairy smut I have been reading and I want to cackle with delight. This is so much better than any book.

It’s almost obscene, standing before him wearing just my lacy thong and my arousal while he is still fully dressed.

“You’re breaking the rules of the game Angelo.”

“And what are the rules?Tesoro mio?”

As he speaks the words, he casts his jacket onto the seat behind him and starts taking off his tie. I swallow hard as I watch him revealing himself a little bit at a time. He unbuttons the toptwo buttons of his shirt, but then he stops. He gives me a smile, and my heart flips over in my chest. We just stare at each other for a moment. I squirm, desperate for him, desperate for his touch.

“Clothes off,” I finally say to him.

“Take them off yourself,Tesoro mio.”

Gladly.

I begin unbuttoning his shirt, but my fingers are trembling so much that he takes over. I bend forward to run my tongue down his torso, and he groans.

“I like that a little too much.”

I bite on his nipple next, and I am rewarded with his shocked hiss.

“There should be rules about this,” I say against his skin. “We should have boundaries.”

He chuckles, and I can feel the sound through my lips. I tilt my head back to look up at him, at his too-handsome face, at his full lips, at the sultry heat in his eyes.

“Rules are made to be broken,” he whispers as he slips two fingers inside of me.

“Oh fuck.” I hold on to him for dear life as he curves his fingers, hitting that sweet, mythical spot that most men can’t ever find. I cry out as waves upon waves of pleasure wash over me.

My orgasm crashes into me so suddenly that I fall against him, a sopping, shaking mess.

“Oh my God,” I pant, clinging to his bare arms, my face pressed against his smooth chest. “Oh my God.”

“You look beautiful when you come,” he says huskily. He sets me away from him for a moment so that he can take off his pants. I blink a little as he turns to face me again, taking in the size of him. He’s huge, but he’s perfect.

I abruptly remember Justine talking about a guy she was hooking up with who had “the prettiest penis” she had ever seen. I remember laughing at her, because how could a penis be “pretty”? However, looking at Angelo, I suddenly understood what she meant. He’s beautiful from head to toe, utterly perfect in every way.

“My turn,” I announce, dropping to my knees and wrapping my hands around his length. I suck him into my mouth with an eagerness that surprises even me.

“Sophia…fuck!”

My tongue works over his skin as I fist the length of him and tug gently. I start to take him deeper, but he pulls me gently away.

“This is very generous of you, but this is not what I want right now.” He looks down at me, his chest rising and falling.

“What do you want, then?” I ask, licking my lips.

He says something in Italian that I don’t understand, but the words are musical and beautiful in my ears. He pulls me to my feet, turning to take a seat. He tugs me onto his lap, and in one fluid, mind-numbing stroke, he buries himself inside me.

We sigh in unison, and I move against him, unable to hold still. He’s big, and there’s a bit of pain, but the pleasure is already overcoming the little prickles of discomfort at taking him in one stroke.

“Fuck, I knew it would be like this,” he says his hands lifting my hair off my shoulders. I feel his cock twitch inside of me.

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