Page 101 of Bitter Arrangement

“Oh?” I say, a little thrill of excitement running into my core. “I figured you’d want anal.”

“Boring.” He picks up the lock, the picks, and slips them inside. “Anal makes me yawn. I’d rather listen to you choke and gag on my cock while you come on my tongue. That’s fucking heaven.”

God damn, my husband is a dirty man. I watch him carefully, trying to keep myself calm, but now I’m into this whole idea. Arousal plays through my core, and I want him to get that stupid lock open so I can taste his big dick between my lips.

“Got one,” he says, tongue pinched between his teeth.

“Good boy!” I pull off my shirt. He glances over, eyes fluttering to my tits. “Concentrate.”

“Hard to do that when you’re taking off clothes,” he mutters but keeps going. He’s not nearly so hunched and stressed this time around. Instead, he looks more like himself. His fingers are deft and careful as he wiggles the pick and keeps the tension rod in the right position. He rakes, using the technique I showed him. “Got another.”

“That’s my husband.” I stand and take off my pants.

He clucks his tongue. “I was hoping for the bra.”

“You don’t like my ass?” I turn a little, letting him look.

“I love your ass. And your mouth, and your tongue, and every inch of you.”

I let myself smile big as my heart races. He’s deep in concentration mode now. I want him thinking about me, my body, what he wants to do with me when he wins, not about all the other pressure shoving down on his chest.

He grunts and glances up. “Got another.”

“Here you go, baby.” I reach back and unhook my bra. I let it slide off and cover my tits with my hands. “Keep going.”

“Fucking tease.” His face breaks out into a big grin. “Got another. Guess you’ll have to move those hands.”

“For a man who’s seen me naked plenty already, you sure do seem eager.” I sigh dramatically. “But a deal is a deal.” I drop my hands and slowly slide my panties off. “What now?” I ask, using one arm to cover my tits and the other hand to cover my pussy.

“And now—” He licks his lips, staring at me, and turns the tension wrench to the side. The lock clicks, and it opens. “I get you.”

“Alexan!” I say, elated. “You did it!”

“I just needed motivation.” He tosses the lock aside. “Now come here.”

“Oh, no way. You need more practice.”

His expression darkens. “What happened toa deal is a deal?”

“I’m a very bad girl.”

“Yes, you are.” He comes for me, and I yelp, laughing, as I dance out of his way. But he’s fast, and I’m not very motivated to escape him. I make it to the other side of the couch before he grabs my wrist and yanks me back, slamming his mouth down onto mine.

God, I love kissing this man. I love his taste, his tongue, his soft lips, the way he breathes, the way he presses himself against me like he’s starving. I’m naked and vulnerable, and my heart’s racing wildly as he kisses my neck and breasts, pausing to lick my pierced nipple. Bliss runs down my spine.

He turns me around and presses me against the couch. I gasp, hands pressed against the cushions, as his fist grips my hair. The other spanks my bare ass hard.

“You shouldn’t try to run from me,” he says and spanks me again. “Not when I’ve already been properly motivated.”

“But running makes it more fun,” I say, gasping with pleasure as his hand spanks me again. He slides his fingers between my legs and teases my wetness. “Oh, that feels good.”

“I know you like that,” he whispers in my ear. “You love getting all messy for me, baby.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because.” He pulls his hand back and shoves his soaking fingers into my mouth. “Look at you, eager little slut.”

I moan as I taste myself. I suck his fingers, whimpering. He pulls them out and slides them back between my legs, teasing up and down my wet slit before sinking deep inside.

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