Page 84 of Bitter Arrangement

“You’re my partner. You’re my wife. You will consult me on big things, and I will consult you. We’re in this together, baby. Do you understand? You’re mine, and I’m yours.”

“I’m yours,” I moan, grinding against him hard. “You’re mine.”

“Good slut. That’s such a good fucking slut. Now you’re going to take my dick, and you’re going to come, and when you’re done, you’ll get on your knees and suck my cock until I finish on your tongue. Do you understand?”

“Yes, baby, I understand.” Sweat rolls down my back. I’m straining and right on the edge. “Oh, god. Oh, my fucking god. I want to come so badly.”

“You want it? You need it, don’t you?” He strokes in deep and holds me there.

“Oh, fuck,” I say with desperate frustration. I try to make him move, but he won’t. “Please, Alexan, don’t you stop.”

His chuckle is amused. “Beg me.”

“I’ll do anything. I’ll swallow every drop of you. I’ll let you fill me as much as you want. Just please?—”

He pulls back and slams into me. My eyes roll back as bliss rams straight down my spine.

“That’s it, baby, you’re such a slut for me, and I love it. Look at your pussy dripping down my cock, you messy fucking girl. You can come for me now. Come nice and messy. Leave yourself plenty to clean up.”

He reaches up and strokes my nipple, and that does it.

I shatter like porcelain all over his dick.

It’s an explosion of pure bliss. I’m trembling and moaning his name as I orgasm, my body tightening and tensing. He fucks me through it, talking the whole time. I can’t hear the words or understand much of anything, but I know that tone, that sultry gorgeous tone, and it makes the orgasm that much sweeter.

“That’s my girl,” he says as I lay gasping against the counter. “What a good fucking girl.” He pats my ass, then gently grabs my hair. “But you’re not done yet.”

Eagerly, I drop to my knees. His dick’s thick and long, and it’s soaked with my pussy. I suck it like I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life. He makes me feel beautiful and strong in a way I didn’t know I could. I’ve never been wanted like this before, but as he looks down at me with pure desire in his eyes, I know nobody else could ever make me feel this good again.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he whispers.

I suck him and stroke him, and he comes in my mouth. It’s salty and warm, and I swallow every single drop like I told him I would. I stare into his eyes as he melts for me, and in the same way he had power over me when he was deep between my legs, now I have power over him as he twitches on my tongue.

That’s the most addictive power I’ve ever tasted.

He pulls me to my feet and kisses me. We stand like that beside the kitchen island for a little while, his arms wrapped around my body. Our breaths sync up, and I close my eyes, feeling warm and comfortable.

“It’s not bad, you know,” he says.

I pull away and get dressed. “What’s not bad?”

“All this.” He gestures around at my mess as he pulls on his pants.

“Come on, don’t give me that.” I chew on a fingernail. “It’s kind of crazy, right?”

“I get it. I wasn’t angry about the changes. But I do want you to talk to me first before going all crazy on me.” He lifts my chin toward him. “And you’re right. This isourplace now.”

I grin a little and step into him. He wraps his arms around me and hugs me tight. “So is this what it’s like to just communicate with someone?”

“Seems that way.” He pulls back and lightly kisses me. “There are going to be problems. I’m sure we’ll disagree about some things. But so long as you’re honest and open with me, I’ll do the same for you.”

“I can handle that. And maybe I need to be a little less impulsive moving forward.”

He tilts his head and surveys the house, lips pressed together. “I like you for who you are, but—” He gestures at a pile of garbage. “Maybe you can work on being a little bit neater.”

“That’s a fair compromise.” I walk over and start gathering my trash. He comes and helps, and together we get the place looking halfway decent.

When we’re done, we sit out back together. I put my feet in his lap, and he gently rubs them. I’ve never met a gangster who doesn’t mind giving affection like this, and it feels good.

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