Page 26 of Wicked Arrangement

He grins mischievously before unbuttoning his shirt and removing it, placing it on the bed before doing the same with the rest of his clothing until he’s down to just his boxers. “Problem solved,” he says with a gleam in his eye.

You think I’d be used to seeing him undressed by now, but still, my heart hammers in my chest at the sight of him and my pussy twitches. I feel flustered and aroused at the same time.

I shake my head, unable to stop myself from smiling at him. “Fine, I’ll show you.”

“What about your clothes?” he says, faux innocently.

He knows exactly what he’s doing. But I dutifully remove my dress, stripping down to the matching yellow lace bra and panties I have on. He eyes me unabashedly, the bulge in his boxers growing slightly.

“Sit down at the wheel then,” I instruct.

He does as asked, and I get the clay together before moving behind him. There’s not a lot of space and so I have no choice but to be pressed up against his back. I can feel the solid warmth of him and my body immediately responds. Pushing my feelings aside, I place the clay on the wheel for him.

“Okay, so, gently using your foot, you want to tap the pedal and get the wheel to turn and then pat the clay with dry hands to center it,” I instruct.

He does as I say. “Good, now you want to wet your hands and start to shape the clay.”

Again, he does as instructed, silent in concentration. “So, you want to anchor your elbows against your body,” I tell him, moving them to the correct position. In order to do so, I have to press myself even closer up against him. I silently guide his strong hands with mine, showing him how to mold the clay.

“We’re basically reenacting that scene in the movieGhost,” I giggle as the thought occurs to me.

“So, that would make you Patrick Swayze and me Demi Moore?” he says wryly.

I laugh, finding that I am enjoying the moment. “I guess so,” I tease. “Okay, so now you want to go a little bit faster. Just press your foot down a little harder.”

He overeggs it, slamming his foot down too hard so the wheel goes too fast, and his clay goes flying, spattering us both and the room. “Whoops, that’s okay, it’s easily done,” I say, moving out from behind him to the side to go get more clay. “You can try again.”

He catches me by the wrist, stopping me, and I turn to face him. Somehow covered in clay he looks even sexier. “That’s alright. Why worry about creating art when I have the most beautiful work of art right in front of me,” he says, his eyes languidly exploring my body.

With the way he’s looking at me, I almost believe him. He pulls me closer to him, both hands cupping my ass cheeks as he pulls me onto his lap to straddle him. He kisses me briefly before continuing a trail of kisses down my neck. With one hand, he undoes my bra, springing my breasts free and teasing them with his clay-covered hands. Something about the situation is so incredibly sexy that I feel the overwhelming urge for him to be inside me right now. No foreplay necessary I just want him. I pull his erect cock free from his boxers before tugging my panties to the side and guiding him inside me.

I let out a gasp as he fills me, so big it dances along the line of pleasure and pain. His eyes widen in surprise, and he lets out a groan, he obviously wasn’t expecting that so soon. He stays still, allowing me to be in charge and I slowly grind on him, my pussy accommodating him and getting wetter as I ride him. He watches me intently, his eyes dark with desire making me feel confident. Emboldened, I reach to the side, grabbing some ofthe wet clay and smearing it across his chest, feeling the muscles beneath my hands. He cocks an eyebrow and smiles at me.

“Oh, we like playing dirty, do we?” he says, gripping my ass and moving me up and down on his cock. The change in pace feels incredible and I let out a moan.

“Mmm, yes,” I moan, biting my lip.

“Better make you dirtier than, hadn’t we?” he teases, grabbing some clay of his own and massaging it into my breasts.

The cold of the clay under his strong, expert hands feels amazing on my skin and my nipples harden with arousal. “Fuck, Yaroslav,” I murmur, tilting my head back and closing my eyes in pleasure.

“Look at me,” he commands, gently cupping my chin and turning my head to face him.

I do as I’m told, meeting his intense gaze as I continue to slide up and down the length of him, taking him in and grinding my clit against him as he fills me. The eye contact makes the already incredible sensations feel even more intense and I feel ready to explode just from the way he’s looking at me.

“You’re so fucking sexy,koketka,”he growls.

Just like that, I lose control, the orgasm hits me like a shockwave and my toes curl as the waves of pleasure continue to flow throughout my body. “Fuck yes!” I moan.

“Naughty girl, did I say you could cum?” he chides.

He grips my ass again and I expect him to move me up and down again, making me fuck him hard and fast. But he does the opposite, forcing me to remain still on him. It feels amazingand I’m hungry for more, desperate to fuck him harder. I writhe on his cock, trying to move but he holds me firmly in place.

“Fuck me, please,” I beg.

“You want me to fuck you?” he asks, in complete control.

“Yes,” I pant.

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