Page 102 of Bitter Arrangement

“Oh my god,” I moan, shivering with pleasure.

“That’s my girl. Now come here.” He drags me to the couch and starts shedding clothes. I help him out, not pretending to fight back anymore. I just want him, plain and simple. Once he’s naked, I drop to my knees before he can order me around and take his tip into my mouth. I suck him and stare up into his eyes, going slow, rolling my tongue around and getting him nice and wet. He stares down at me like he’s seeing heaven for the first time.

“You like that,” I say, teasing. He reaches down to rub my pierced nipple.

“You know I do.”

“Should I reward you?”

“Whether you will or won’t doesn’t matter.” He grabs me and drags me over to the couch. I gasp as he lies down and shoves me into position, yanking my hips down over his mouth and shoving me forward. “I’m taking my prize either way.”

I spread my thighs, my knees on either side of his face, and he licks my pussy like a madman. Fuck, that feels so good. I grind down into his mouth, moaning, and take his dick into my mouth. I suck him, messy and wet, moaning as I do it. I’m stuffed, my mouth filled, his tongue inside my pussy, and it feels so fucking good I could scream. And as I suck him and he licks me, I realize all that stress he’s been under has been messing with me too, and I need this as much as he does.

“Keep going,” I gasp, the pleasure building into an explosion in my core. “Please, keep going.”

“I want my dick in your mouth while you come,” he orders. “Suck me, you messy, dirty fucking girl.” He licks at a steady and fast pace, and I can’t take it anymore. I shatter for him, the orgasm hitting me like a truck, and I nearly black out as his cock slips into my throat and I gag on him.

“Fuck,” I say, pulling back, gasping for air. I stroke his spit-drenched dick, blinking black spots from my vision. “Holy shit.”

“That’s a good girl,” he says, lightly patting my ass.

I realize I’m squeezing his skull with my knees and ease up. “Sorry. Almost killed you.”

“I think you almost killed yourself choking on me like that. But you’re not finished.” He spanks me, and I laugh, stroking him a little and looking over my shoulder.

“You want me to keep going?”

“Don’t fucking tease.”

“I should make you practice the lock again first.”

“I don’t think I’ll survive.”

I pout a little, loving this sudden power. “Beg,” I say.

His eyes widen. I grin, wondering if maybe I crossed a line.

“Please,” he whispers.

And fuck, that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. “Again,” I say, licking his tip.

“Please,” he says again. “Please, baby. Suck my cock. I need it. I need you. God, I need to come so fucking badly.”

I pull back and change my position until I’m straddling him. “Keep begging. I haven’t decided if you deserve it yet.”

“You filthy fucking tease.” He grabs my ass. I laugh as he arches forward and plunges his cock inside me, slipping in deep, filling me to the brim. “I’m not going easy on you now.”

“Good. I don’t want you to. Fuck me like you want to break me.”

He thrusts hard into me, squeezing my ass. “God damn, baby, you feel so fucking good. I need to come. I need to fill you.”

“Keep going,” I say, breathing hard, bliss filling me again. “Beg for my pussy.”

“I love your fucking pussy. I love every inch of you. Let me fuck you and fill you, baby, please, I fucking need it.” He roars and pulls my hair, and I grind against him, the whole couch rocking and shaking as we fuck like goddamn animals. “Please, baby,” he says, and the pure lust in his voice ruins me all over again. I come hard on his dick, and he doesn’t stop. He thrusts and fucks me, and he fills me as he comes too.

“Shit,” I say, breathing hard. His heart’s hammering in my ear as I lean against his chest. “God damn.”

“Yep,” he says, laughing lightly. “Agreed.”

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