Page 89 of The Pucking Arrangement

He looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Let go for me, Erin,” he murmurs against my skin, the vibration of his voice sending shockwaves through me. “I want to feel you fall apart on my tongue.”

And finally, I do. I shatter, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over me. He stays with me, riding out the storm, his mouth and hands gentle as he brings me back down to earth.

I lie there, spent and breathless. Dmitri Sokolov has ruined me, utterly and completely. The room is a blur of muted colors and soft shadows, but Dmitri, he stands out like a sculpture carved from living marble. He lifts himself up, and I’m treated to the most spectacular view of my life. A wall of cut and sinewy flesh, shadows playing on the indents of his muscles. His body is a landscape of hard lines and smooth planes, each one defined and taut. He’s not just athletic; he’s a fucking masterpiece.

His pants hit the floor, and my breath catches. He’s magnificent, jutting out proud and erect, the tip already glistening. I lick my lips, the urge to wrap my lips around him and taste him overwhelming. But as I start to sit up, he gently pushes me back down, a smirk playing on his lips.

“So eager, “ he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. “But not our first time. I’ll let you suck me later. If you’re a good girl. Will you be a good girl for me,solnyshko?”

I nod, I pout, but there’s no real protest in me. I’m too hungry for him to fill me. I watch, spellbound, as he gently takes off my shoes and throws them on the floor, kissing my ankles. He then lowers himself, the corded muscles in his arms rippling as he braces over me. He positions himself at my entrance, a vision of male perfection, his movements fluid, controlled, relentless. He takes himself in hand, his grip firm and sure. I can’t look away, can’t think of anything but the sight of him, poised and ready to claim me.

“You’re dripping,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.

His eyes meet mine, dark and intense, like he can’t decide if he will devour me or possess me. “All for you, Erin. Every fucking drop.”

He pushes into me slowly, like a silk spear, so slowly it’s torture. Inch by inch, he fills me, stretching me, completing me. My body yields to him, welcoming him in. I look down at our bodies joining, so turned on that I could come just from watching him possess me.

He groans, his jaw clenched. “So fucking perfect for me.”

I can’t speak, can’t do anything but feel. Each slow stroke sends waves of pleasure coursing through me. He’s deliberate, unyielding, his movements driving me wild. He’s fucking me, owning me, and more than anything, making love to me. I’m a mess of need and desire, my body coiling tighter with every thrust, my hips pumping hungrily, wringing out the blessed relief of feeling him inside me.

“That’s my beautiful fucking girl. Taking my cock so good.”

His pace quickens, his strokes becoming more forceful. The room fills with the obscene sound of our bodies slapping together. He’s hitting every spot, every nerve, playing my body like a virtuoso.

“Dmitri,” I gasp, my nails digging into his back. “I can’t...I can’t hold on much longer.”

He looks down at me, his eyes fierce and possessive. “Don’t,” he growls. “Let go, Erin. Let go for me. And open your eyes. Look at me while I fuck you.”

And I do. I shatter around him, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. He stays with me, riding out the storm, his strokes relentless. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, he comes undone, his body shaking with the force of his release.

We collapse together, spent and breathless. The world around us fades away, leaving only the two of us, entwined and sated. In this moment, there’s nothing but us, nothing but this perfect, explosive connection.

In the quiet aftermath, the only sound is our ragged breaths, slowly syncing up as we come back down to earth. Dmitri’s body is half-draped over mine, his skin slick and hot, his face buried in the crook of my neck. I can feel his heart pounding against my ribs, or maybe that’s mine, I can’t even tell anymore.

“Mm,” he murmurs, his lips vibrating against my skin. “Give me fifteen minutes, and then we go again.”

I giggle, a silly smile spreading across my face. My body feels like it’s been turned inside out, every nerve ending sparking and humming.

He props himself up on one elbow, looking down at me with those dark, intense eyes. His hair is a mess, damp with sweat, and all I want to do is run my fingers through it. So I do, pushing it back from his forehead, my fingertips tracing the line of his temple, his cheek, his jaw. He leans into my touch, his eyes never leaving mine.

“You’re amazing,” he says, his voice low and husky. “Everything about you...drives me crazy.”

I feel a flush creep up my cheeks, my grin widening. “I could say the same about you.”

He chuckles, a deep rumble in his chest. “I’m glad you think so.” He leans down, presses a soft kiss to my lips. It’s gentle, tender, a stark contrast to the wild, desperate kisses we were sharing a moment ago.

His hand mirrors mine, brushing the hair back from my face, tucking it behind my ear. His fingers linger there, tracing the shell of my ear, the curve of my jaw. It’s such a simple touch, but it sends a wave of warmth washing through me.

“I’ve wanted to do dirty, delicious things to you from the first moment I saw you at the Philharmonic,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. “Wondered what it would be like to have your pussy pulsing around my cock. To own these tits. This cunt.” He slides his hand down, cupping my center, playing in my wetness. “And now look at what a mess you’ve made, you dirty girl,” he teases, his strokes making me see stars.

My heart flutters in my chest liked a caged hummingbird. “I’ve wanted it too.” I laugh. “I wanted to climb you like a tree the moment I saw you.”

His smile is cocky, but also soft. It’s a look I’ve never seen on him before, and it makes my heart ache. “I like giving you what you need,” he drawls, his hand moving faster and faster, his mouth claiming mine, teasing me.

I laugh at that, a quiet huff of amusement. “Yeah, I’d say you’re doing well.”

He rolls onto his back, pulling me with him so that I’m draped across his chest. His arms wrap around me, holding me tight, like he’s afraid I might slip away. I rest my chin on his chest, looking up at him.

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