Page 16 of Wicked Arrangement

He stands before me, a small smile on his lips, “So, what was I doing?”

“Sorry?” I ask, confused, too distracted by the impressive sight of him, my pussy throbbing in anticipation.

“Just now, in your fantasy,” he purrs.

“Oh, umm… just you know, going down on me and… well, fucking,” I mumble feeling a little self-conscious.

I’ve never met a man so confident, so sexually intimidating, and sure of himself. He seems completely at ease and in control of the situation. I’m also definitely not one for dirty talk.

A small chuckle escapes his lips, the sound primal and sexy yet warm, making me feel less awkward. “Well, that I can do,” he purrs.

He climbs onto the bed, hovering above me his strong arms able to keep him perfectly still without wavering. He looks into my eyes, checking for any sign that I don’t want this. But he finds none because, oh god, do I want this. Satisfied, he starts to kiss my neck, working his way down my body, taking each nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting in a way that sets my whole body on fire. He works his way down tantalizingly slowly and I pant with need.

How can he make something as simple as soft kisses on non-erogenous zones feel like he’s touching me everywhere all at once?

When his tongue reaches my clit, I’m so desperate for his touch there that I cry out with pleasure. A guttural growl comesfrom him, “We’re just getting started my littlekoketka.If you keep moaning like that, I’ll have to fuck you right now.”

“I want you to,” I gasp as he changes the speed, flicking his tongue against my clit.

“Soon,” he promises, before plunging his fingers inside.

His strong, dexterous fingers expertly work in and out of me, more satisfying than my own but still not enough. I’m soaking wet for him, wetter than I’ve ever been, and he drives me closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.

“Fuck, Yaroslav,” I moan, writhing and bucking as the pleasure becomes even more intense.

“Mmm, I like it when you say my name like that,” he groans.

He continues to expertly caress my pussy and clit with his tongue and hands, sucking, stroking, and touching me in ways I didn’t know were possible. I feel almost delirious with pleasure, I had no idea it could be like this. Any time a guy has gone down on me or fingered me before has been entirely underwhelming and I’ve never cum from it. But now, with Yaroslav in control, I can feel the orgasm rippling up, ready to explode. Each time I get close, he pulls me back just enough, like the tide going in and out until it builds up into a huge wave that crashes along the shore, when I come, it’s more intense than anything I’ve ever felt.

I cry out in pleasure, “Fuck, yes! Oh my god!”

While I’m still writhing and basking in the pleasure that’s coursing through my body, he kneels up and pulls down his boxers, revealing an impressively large cock that’s throbbing and ready for me. I’m so wet and ready for him but even then, Iwonder how he’s going to fit. He guides the tip between my legs, and I arch and eagerly open my legs wider for him. Aching for him to fuck me. He teases me, running the tip along my seam, feeling the wetness and setting my nerves on fire again.

He hovers there, not giving me what I want. I run my fingers down his back, feeling the strong muscles and eagerly drawing him closer to me but he doesn’t move. He’s so tantalizingly close and the sensation of him being just inside me but not fully is driving me wild.

“Fuck me, please,” I beg, too desperate for him to hold back.

He does as I ask, slowly filling me up and he thrusts the length of him inside me. The sensation is so full and so fucking good I think I might cum again and he hasn’t even moved inside me yet. He begins to glide in and out of me building the pace and pressure as before. My god this man knows what he’s doing.

“You’re so fucking wet and tight,” he groans as he thrusts harder and faster.

I can feel the orgasm building again inside me and as he thrusts hard, I feel my pussy clench and spasm as I cum all over his cock, screaming out as I do so.

He tuts playfully, “Did I say you could cum again?” he growls, pulling out and flipping me over onto all fours.

I’m still reeling from cumming twice when he enters me again from behind. If I thought it felt full before, this is even more intense. His huge cock fills me completely and immediately hits my G-spot causing me to moan out in pleasure.He thrusts harder now, caressing my ass and giving it a gentle spank.

“Oh fuck, yes!” I groan in surprise, enjoying the unexpected sensation.

The same guttural growl escapes his lips as before at my response, “You like that do you, you badkoketka.”

“Mmm,” I moan, unable to speak. I didn’t think I would like it, but god help me I do.

He continues to thrust, and I feel as though I could explode the pleasure is so intense. Everything else disappears and all I can think of is how fucking amazing this feels. I’m no virgin, but I’m not the sort of person to throw caution to the wind and have wild nights of passionate, wild sex with men I’ve just met. For one, I work too much and have too many responsibilities to go out partying like most girls my age. If this is what it’s like I can see why some people would want to do this all the time.

I turn my head to look back at him, taking in his incredible body as he thrusts in and out of me, his strong arms flexed as his hands grip my waist guiding my ass back on fourth down the length of him. His head is thrown back in pleasure and I feel incredibly turned on to be having such an effect on him. He looks down at me and our eyes meet, the sight of me watching him turns him on even more.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy,” he groans.

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