Page 83 of Bitter Arrangement

His tongue invades my lips. I moan into that kiss as his grip on me tightens. He pulls my hair harder, and I whimper. I slip up onto the edge of the counter and wrap my legs around his hips.

He rocks forward into me.

“Fuck, you drive me crazy sometimes,” he whispers, kissing my neck. He pulls my shirt off and throws it aside. My bra comes off next.

“And you can’t seem to keep your hands to yourself.”

“Because of this.” He sucks my pierced nipple, rolling his tongue around it.

God, that feels so good.

“It’s almost unfair,” I whine, shimmying my hips. “You know what I like.”

“You’re damn right I do. I study everything about you, Riley. Every day I wonder how I can make you happy.”

“Is this making me happy?”

He licks harder, tonguing around my nipple faster. “I think so.”

“I just wanted to redecorate.”

“And now look at you.” He pulls me down off the counter and turns me around until I’m bent over. Roughly, he slides off my jeans until my ass is bare for him. He reaches forward and lightly trails his fingers around my nipple before pulling my hair. I stay where I am, exposed for him, heart racing like wild.

“It’s all your fault. I was being good until you came home.” I pout, playing it up.

“This is being good?” He kisses me hard, then spanks me once. I yelp in surprise and grin like a drooling idiot. “You think this is good?”

“Yes, I do,” I say, licking my lips.

He spanks me again and again. As he does it, he shoves his fingers in my mouth, and once they’re dripping with my spit, he rubs my nipple.

Fuck, that’s incredible. The spanking, the control, the bliss in my piercing. It’s driving me absolutely crazy. I’m moaning, mindless with pleasure, as he spanks me again and again.

“You dirty fucking girl,” he says, voice heavy with lust. “You don’t get tired of me spanking you raw, do you?”

“No,” I admit. “Keep going.”

He laughs again. God, that sound kills me. I arch my back, mouth hanging open, pushing myself up off the counter with my palms.

He squeezes my tits as he gets out of his pants. I feel his hard dick press against me from behind as one big hand wraps around my throat.

“Next time, you’ll ask before you make a major decision.”

“Is that what this is about?” I wriggle against him, grinding into his cock. “Poor little Alexan wanted me to ask permission?”

“Not permission.” He shoves me down roughly. I gasp, landing onto my elbows as he rips my panties aside. “I want a conversation.”

“Aw, poor boy.”

He snarls and slides his dick inside.

Oh my god.

Bliss hits me like a hammer. All my cheeky bullshit fades away as he fills me to the brim.

“That’s right,” he says, gripping my hair. “Suddenly you’re not talking shit anymore.”

He starts to fuck me, and I can’t think of a comeback. I can’t think of anything at all except my beast of a husband filling my pussy over and over again. I push back into him, desperate for pleasure as he squeezes my breast and rubs my pierced nipple. It’s too much, the pleasure almost too intense, and I’m trembling and shaking against him as he leans forward to whisper in my ear.

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