Page 27 of The Arrangement

I was silent, my breath stolen as he slowly pushed a finger inside of me with ease. He was right; I was wet, and the sound his fingers made as they slipped in and out of me was obscene. Wolfe was rubbing my inner walls, pushing and stretching as he did, making sure to ghost a touch over my clit as he added a third. I bit my lip, throwing my head back and fisting the covers.

"You can hold on to me, you know," he whispered, his voice soft at my ear. Taking one of my hands with one of his that wasn't currently inside of me, Wolfe placed my hand on his hip. It grounded me, the warm feel of him as he went back to fucking me with his fingers. "Deep breath." That was the only warning I received as he slipped another finger inside of me, and I hissed at the slight burn I felt at the intrusion. Dylan had definitely not been this big. I felt him move above me, my eyes clamped shut as he began kissing my neck while his free hand palmed my breast.

"I think I'm ready," I whispered as the burn began to fade and left me only feeling deliciously full. There was a huff against my neck as Wolfe's hand came to grip the sides of my neck, careful of my esophagus and just gently pressing down on either side.

"I'll tell you when you're ready for my cock."

I felt a flood of arousal as he whispered those words, and he must have also, because the masked man smiled against my neck as he nipped my earlobe. "I knew you would be perfect." My brows drew together at this breathy admission, but I didn't get a chance to sayanything as he twisted his fingers and pressed that spot inside me that made me see stars and dragged a moan from me.

"Now you're fucking ready," Wolfe murmured as he withdrew his fingers, leaving me feeling empty and unsatisfied. I nearly moaned at the loss but quickly shut my mouth as he gripped his prick standing proud and at attention.

Jesus Christ, it seemed way bigger than on my phone. Wolfe looked down at me as he stroked himself, the lights dealing an ominous glow to the sight, but it only seemed to heighten my arousal.Wow, Georgia, you are really telling on yourself right now.

"Stop looking so damn proud of yourself, Wolfe, and fuck me already," I challenged, spreading my legs further apart to make room for him. The bits of his eyebrows I could see underneath the mask raised, and with the mask pulled up to his nose, I saw him lick his lips.

Once again, he was over me. "This is the only time I'm allowing missionary Clark; the next time, I'm fucking you from behind so I can spank your brat ass while I make you cum, over and over."

I didn't know what had possessed me when I raised myself, our noses nearly touching, "If that's a threat, you need to try harder."

Maybe I had been reading too many smutty romance novels, becausewho was I?

Wolfe was shaking his head as a laugh escaped. "Oh, we are going to have so much fun." With that, he pushed me back none too gently as he grabbed my spread legs and pulled me against him. I wasn't too proud to say that I gasped whenever I felt his thick length press against my cunt.

"Not so tough now," Wolfe teased as he pressed the head of his dick through my arousal, the warmth and thickness of him causing me to moan out loud. Lining himself at my entrance, I grabbed the comforter again and held my breath as my eyes squeezed shut. I blew out a breath and sucked in another when nothing happened. Jumping at the soft touch at my chin, I opened my eyes to see Quinn's mask up to his eyebrows and looking at me softly.

"Hey, banter aside, you sure you're okay with this?" he asked again, no part of him touching me at this point. I took another deep breath andnodded. "Yeah, I promise I'm green. I'm just—" I shook my head, "It's cool, I'm good."

But he looked unsure, "What's the hang-up? I'm not freaking out about it, I promise." That wasn't the point; I was hung up on it, and it was pissing me off. Everything I did, I did to the best of my ability. Including taking Sebastian Quinn's monster cock on a random Wednesday night.

"Will you just go slow? Just this time, I mean. It's fine after this." I didn't want to tell him I'd only had one sexual partner before him (unless he counted the one time I got finger-blasted in a drive-in parking lot on my 18th birthday, but I sure as hell didn't.)

"You got it, Clark." Pulling down his mask, he lined up again. I could feel him watching me as he began to push in. It ached, but in such a good way I couldn't put my finger on it. As soon as his head was in, he leaned over me, supported by his very muscular, very tattooed arm.

"You're taking me so well," he groaned and pushed in another inch, and I bowed slightly off the bed as I felt my thighs shake around his hips. "Doing so good for me." God damn, his voice would be my undoing. Not that I would ever give him the satisfaction of knowing that. Wolfe thrust again, and I fucking moaned; I've never felt so full in my entire life. I never thought I would be a size queen, but here I am.

"Check-in. Colors, Clark?" He was brushing his fingers up and down my side, staying completely still even as his body trembled above me like it was taking everything in him not to slam home.

"Green, green, I'm good," I replied and released my hold on the comforters to grab his hips; feeling his muscular body under my hands made him feel more human. Not just a masked figure from my wet dreams.

"Almost there." Wolfe rolled his hips again, seating himself deeper inside of me. I must have winced because he dropped down to his elbow, burying his masked face in my neck and sucking lightly on my pulse point. His other hand reached down between us and gently began to circle my clit, making me gasp at the stimulation. It was almost too much, but at thesame time, not enough. "Doing so well for me, taking me so well." Bravery overtook me as one of my hands left his hip and came to rest at the nape of his neck, where I could barely feel the brush of his dark waves.

"Deep breath, Clark,” was all the warning I got as he slid the last inch inside of me, my thighs stretched around his massive body. Taking my face in one hand, Wolfe forced me to look at him as he pulled out slightly, only to roll his hips to plunge back inside of my slick heat.The stretch was on the edge of being too much, the burn of him stretching me as the thrust only seemed to heighten my pleasure, my back bowing off the bed. Wolfe pulled the mask down over his face, his eyes darkening as he thrust home again. And again.

The masked man leaned back and, at my utter embarrassment, watched as his thick cock slid into me. Wolfe lifted his hood for a moment to suck a finger into his mouth, wetting it before touching my clit as he began fucking me in earnest.

I could safely say I had never been fucked before this man fucked me. Dylan, Derek, David, whatever the hell his name was, didn't even compute to the way Wolfe's body was working mine. I quickly remembered this was all for show and this was Sebastian Quinn, and I didn't want to give him all of the satisfaction besides what was needed to make that money. We weren't two people making love. We were two people fucking. On camera. For money.

So, on the next thrust, I met him with a roll of my hips and found myself pleasantly surprised to catch him off guard as a gasp was cut off underneath the mask. With a tilt of his head, Wolfe pulled my hips up with each thrust as I bared down onto him, loosening my hips to take him as deep as I could at this angle.

"Fuck," he growled, and I felt my face heat with satisfaction; I dug my heels into his ass to urge him faster. And fuck did he accept my request. We were nothing but two bodies, slick with sweat and our arousal with the outside world slowly drowning out as the sound of my racing heart was all I could hear besides the obscene sound of skin meeting skin.

"Going to cum again for me, Clark?" Wolfe sounded out of breathas he pushed into my slick heat again and again, pressing his thumb against my clit.

"Please," was all I could reply as the sight of his masked face above me, all tanned and tattooed skin, rolling into me, was unraveling me. Wolfe shrugged, his eyes darkening as he looked down at our joined bodies.

"Since you asked so nicely," was all the warning I got as he pressed down on my clit while his body moved to just the right angle to hit my g-spot over and over until I saw stars.

I came with the sound of his grunt over me, and I felt his fingers digging into my hips as he buried himself in so deep that I felt the pulsing of Wolfe's cock as he came.

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