Page 26 of The Arrangement

"Mmm, good girl." He moaned, and then he devoured me.

To be honest, I couldn't tell you how long he was going down on me or if I was even in my body at any point of it, because I was all sensation, a live wire of pleasure and a pounding heartbeat. I wasn't even sure if I was breathing, and I grasped at the bedspread just to have something to hold onto, to ground me, because I felt like my soul was exiting my body as Sebas—Wolfe—tongue-fucked my pussy.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum," I whined, feeling the building pressure below my navel as every swipe of tongue over my clit sent shockwaves of sensation roaring through me.

"Do you want to cum on my tongue or my cock?" Came his baritone voice, fingers kneading into the flesh on my ass. Fuck.

"Both!" I gasped at the unimaginable choice before me, and I felt my skin flush at my confession. A dark, amused chuckle came from Wolfe as he rested his head on my inner thigh.

"Greedy," he whispered against my pussy. "But I'll give you what you want if you can be good for me." I was nodding my head, all sense having left my body. At this point, I would do anything just to have that man's tongue on me one more time.

This time, he pulled me up, leaving my upper half on the bed as he lifted my legs over his shoulders, and his arms kept me in place. There was nothing but Wolfe as he lavished my pussy with his tongue,nipping at the swollen skin and having me whimpering for mercy, but thankfully finding none.

"You going to cum for me?" He asked as I felt the tip of my finger massaging my entrance. "Color?"

"Green!" As soon as I said that, he dipped his thick forefinger inside me as his tongue continued its lazy circles around my clit, causing me to see starbursts behind my closed lids.

"Cum for me, Clark.” As soon as those words left his mouth, his tongue flattened over my bundle of nerves, and another finger joined the first, making a 'come here' motion, pressing something delicious inside of me.

And the stars behind my eyelids became fireworks as I came undone.

There wasa buzzing in my ears as the red-tinted room slowly came back into focus, my heart thudding in my chest, and a small smile was pulling against my lips against my wishes.

"So, scale of one to ten?" Wolfe asked devilishly as I opened my eyes to see him maskless and sitting back on his heels. "Of course, I'll have a satisfaction survey sent to your inbox; please make sure you leave a tip. 20% is industry standard of course."

I moaned at the bad joke, tossing a pillow at him as my body regained its self-awareness. "Yeah, yeah, good boy, Quinn."

Something flickered over his eyes when I said that, but it was gone before I could analyze it. So I sat up and took the offered water.

"How long does filming normally take?" I ask, finishing off my water and handing him the empty bottle. Quinn shrugged, rolling his shoulders before he answered. "Usually, once every two weeks, Natalie and I would film for an hour or so, then I would have enough content to push out throughout the week. We usually did a few livestreams, but once again, no pressure on that. We can work up to it if you end up feeling okay about everything."

Nodding, I began wondering to myself how I would feel on someone's live screen, with their comments pouring in while I was fucked. I shuddered slightly, but not necessarily out of fear.

Quinn hopped out of bed and walked to the adjoining bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face, rolling his shoulders again.

"You okay there, Quinn?" I called as I noticed him rubbing the right shoulder. He threw a nod over his shoulder. "Old lacrosse injury, flares up sometimes." Quinn walked back in and chugged another bottle of water before looking over at me. "You cool to go again? We can also stop here, but it might be best to actually see how you take me before we get ready to film for real." He paused as if he were berating himself for forgetting to mention something. "We also don't have to fuck at all, camera or otherwise. It can be oral and stuff."

I was shaking my head before I realized what I was doing, "No, I'm good. Promise. I'll tell you if I want to tap out." Quinn nodded approvingly, and I knew deep down he had to be glad. That was where a lot of his big money came in—I saw it on the expense report he had sent over to show me how Wolfe LLC made its money on each video.

Swallowing hard, I felt a rush of anxiety as he moved closer to the bed, rolling on a condom. "It's been a while and?—"

Quinn pushed the mask on and tilted his head. "He wasn't as big as me? You're going to give me a big head there, Clark." I rolled my eyes, settling back on my elbows, and watched him as he settled on the bed.

"Colors?" The deep throaty voice of Wolfe echoed out of the mask, his eyes roaming over me. The only things visible behind that balaclava.

I was just nodding for a moment before he grasped my chin, forcing my eyes to lock with his. "Colors, Clark." Fuck, I was completely fucked. Or at least, I was about to be.

"Green, Wolfe." I tried not to notice the way his pupils expanded, the amber nearly disappearing as his arousal took hold. Did I do that? Or was this all an act? I mean, he did this for a living.

"Good girl," he said as he gently pushed me back against the bed, my head reclining on the copious amount of pillows. "This is the only time I'm going to be gentle with you, so enjoy it."

Raising my chin, I followed him as he circled the bed. "Who said I wanted gentle?"

Wolfe paused, his eyes sweeping over me. "Sounds like a challenge."

"It was meant to."Fuck, what I was saying? Without preamble, Wolfe made his way onto the bed, towering over me once again. His hands skittered down my side, my stomach flexing in response to his light touch as he made his way to my core.

"Mmm, still soaking wet for me," he whispered, and I tried not to look at the boom mic positioned directly over us, catching every word. "You already came on my fingers. Let's have you cum on my cock."

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