Page 73 of A Twisted Arrangement

He places a featherlight kiss over my clit. His breath is warm when he says, “Last chance to say no.”

I couldn’t say no if I wanted to. I can’t even breathe.

He waits a second before groaning and burying his face into my pussy. He runs his tongue from back to front until I’m grinding against his face, needing more. I feel hollow, needy in a way I don’t understand.

Matthias nips my thigh, then pushes a finger into me. I cry as he rocks it back and forth.

His head drops to my stomach. “You’re so tight.”

“W…what?” I’m trying to comprehend when he cuts off all my ability to think by sinking another finger into me. He rocks them back and forth, pressing upward with each stroke, hitting a spot I’ve never discovered on my own. I’m crying, one hand gripping the sheets above me, the other shoving his face into my clit until he sucks harder. It’s like time splits into a million pieces, no longer a part of reality when my orgasm crashes over me in wave after wave. It feels like it’s never going to end.

I flinch, my clit too sensitive when he tries to lick it again.

He raises unto his elbows, face directly above mine. “Good?”

I don’t bother opening my eyes. “You know the answer to that, asshole.”

He kisses my neck, hot air brushing my ear. “I want to hear you say it.”

His tongue licks the curve of my collar bone, and my eyes roll back in my head. “It was good. So good.”

“Good girl.” He kisses my temple, pulls off his boxers, then rests back so he’s kneeling, weight resting on his calves.

The way he’s looking at me has heat pooling between my thighs. There’s a tinge of fear there. I’ve never done this before. Iswallow hard, preparing myself for what happens next. It’s only natural for this to lead to sex, and it’s not like I’m especially attached to my virginity. That doesn’t stop the nerves from crawling under my skin.

He fists his hard cock, and the tip weeps with precum, dripping down the sides. He’s so thick I don’t think my fingers could touch if I wrapped them around.

I swallow. Has he always been that big?

“Are we going to have sex?” I say, barely above a whisper. If he wasn’t so close, I doubt he would have heard me.

He moves forward, lifting my ass up to meet his cock. He runs it along my seam, coating it with my wetness.

I can’t breathe with anticipation as he slides his cock through the narrow gap between my thighs.

“Not while you still hate me.” He pushes forward, the friction causing me to moan.

“Tighten your legs,” he says, voice trembling. He’s as undone as I am.

“I can’t. They’re like Jell-O,” I answer honestly.

He wears a satisfied smile as he bands his arm around my thighs, squeezing them together. “That okay?”

“Yes.” I moan as the head of his cock glides over my clit.

“Fuck.” He thrusts forward, his cock pushing between my tight thighs like he’s fucking me. Each of his movements is more uncontrolled than the last. His tip hits my clit with each press of his hips until I can feel my orgasm growing.

“I’m…I’m going to come.” My voice cracks as pleasure builds within me.

“Me too.” He moves faster, head falling back as he chases his own orgasm. His body is shaking as he pounds harder. My release hits me seconds before his hot cum covers my stomach, filling my navel.

Matthias falls forward, kissing me, soft, warm lips on mine. “You feel unbelievable.”

Emotions swirl inside me, overwhelming my senses. I want to yell at him while begging him to hold me closer. It’s too much. It’s all too much.

As if sensing my distress, he gets up out of bed and grabs a wet cloth from the bathroom, wiping my stomach clean.

There’s blood dripping down his chest, but he doesn’t move to clean it.

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