Page 49 of Bitter Arrangement

Holy shit.

I grind into him, breathing hard. He rears back and rips off his jacket. I sit up, kissing him, and start unbuttoning his shirt. My fingers fumble and are awkward, but I manage to get it halfway done before he finally just rips it off. I stare at his bare chest, at the vicious and scary tattoos on his skin, as he lightly grips my hair with his fist.

“You should know something about me,” he whispers, crushing my mouth with his for a blistering moment. My hands press against his muscular chest, and I feel his heart hammering as hard as mine. “When I get something in my head, I can’t let it go. I’m obsessive, little thief, and right now I’m obsessing over you.”

Oh, God. He crushes me with another kiss, and I feel myself getting lost in it. Then he shoves me roughly back onto the bed and drops down between my legs, kissing my thighs, taking his time as he gets closer and closer to my aching core.

I run my fingers through his hair with one hand and grip my pierced breast with the other. His mouth finds my pussy, tongue spreading me wide, licking up and down before he buries it with his mouth. I moan as pleasure sparks in my core, arching my back, squeezing my breast, and rubbing my pierced nipple. It’s so much stimulation I feel like I might burst, but I just want more.

His fingers slide inside me, giving me what I need as his mouth and tongue lap and suck my clit.

Oh my God, he’s so good at that.

I’m grinding into his face, stupid with pleasure, not caring if I’m making the filthiest noises of my life. He seems to like it, though; he sucks and slurps my pussy before moving back up again and kisses me hard.

“Taste yourself on my lips,” he whispers, grabbing my hair. “Lick me, you bad fucking girl.”

I lick his teeth and tongue. I gasp as he pulls back and starts to take off his pants. I help him, clutching at his belt, wrenching it off, ripping down his zipper.

He moves back and stands at the end of the bed. I sit up, breathing hard and staring. His keys are still in my hand.

His cock is long, veined, and the thickest dick I’ve ever seen in my life.

My mouth starts to water as he strokes himself, looking at me with pure want in his eyes.

“I need to warn you,” he says, coming toward me. I crawl back, heart racing. “If you ever run from me like that again, I won’t be so nice the next time I catch you.”

“This is nice?” I try to escape, rolling to the side, but he catches me easily. Just how I want him to.

He shoves me down onto my belly, one hand in my hair.

I feel the tip of him press against my aching, soaked pussy.

“This is downright fuckingkind, you dirty girl.” His body leans over, pinning me to the bed. “Now tell me you want me to fuck you.”

“I can’t,” I whimper while thinkingplease please please.

“Say it, my filthy little slut. Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

“Alexan.” I moan as he presses himself inside, but only the tip. “God, please, I want it. I want more.” I push back, greedy and desperate. “Fuck me, Alexan,please.”

He growls and moves his hips, pushing forward, each agonizing and blissful inch of him spreading me and filling me to the brim.

Holy freaking God.

I grip the sheets, keys forgotten.

His cock is like heaven. Once he’s fully inside, spreading and stretching me to my limits, he pushes me harder against the mattress until I’m totally at his mercy.

“This pussy is mine, Riley,” he whispers, his breath hot on my neck. “Your smooth little ass is mine. Your tits are mine, your lips are mine, your goddamn tongue is mine. When you’re in this bed and my cock’s deep between your legs, I own every fucking inch of you. Tell me you understand.”

“I understand,” I moan, grinding against him, desperate for him to keep moving. “Now stop teasing andfuckme.”

He grips my hair as he drags himself back. Fuck, that’s so good. He plunges forward, harder this time. I gasp, yelping softly as his hips impact my ass. His cock fills me again, again, that slow and steady rhythm, rough and full and beautiful.

My eyes roll back. I’m moaning and drooling as his fingers plunge into my mouth. I suck them like a mindless freak as he keeps fucking me deeper and harder, grunting his pleasure. The bed rocks, quaking under us, and I want him to break the mattress. No, I want him to break me.

“More,” I moan, voice muffled from his fingers. “More, Alexan, more.”

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