Page 48 of Vicious Arrangement
I’m a nurse. I’m not a virgin.
I’ve seen dicks. I know what they’re like. I’ve seen impressive ones before, but this…
It deserves prizes. I already knew it was something when I accidentally felt him up, but this… “If you entered that in a show, you’d win. And yes, I think I’d go down on you in a disgusting bar bathroom.”
He stares at me. “You’re so strange.”
“Right back at you, Captain Asshole.”
I somehow manage to sit up, and I lean in, tracing it with my finger and then, glancing up, with my tongue.
He breathes in sharply. “Holy fuck.”
He’s big, and I hold his shaft, my pussy already aching again for a taste of him too, and I open my mouth, licking the tip, exploring that mushroom head, liking the salt of his precum as I start to draw him into my mouth. I get him halfway in before he groans and holds me still.
“I want…” he says.
I run my tongue as much as I can on his silk steel rod and hollow my cheeks, sucking, and he groans, his hands still holding me as he suddenly pushes right in, balls to my chin, and I gag and choke on him.
Then he pulls out and staggers back. “Yeah, better than I thought. Fuck. You’re a dangerous woman.”
Noah comes back to me, and this time he flips me so I’m on my knees.
I struggle up onto my hands when he pushes into me from behind, and with one hand, shoves me down so I’m ass up, face on the cloud bed.
Then he starts to move. I expect hard and fast. But he grips my hips, stroking into me in long, slow plunges.
I feel him everywhere. He’s so fucking deep in this position, and here, he’s hitting all the right places even more than he does in missionary.
Christ, so far he’s batting two for two, three for three if we count the oral, which I am. And then I just close my eyes and let him fuck me. In this position, he’s got all the power. At most, I can push back, but he’s holding my hips to control that.
“So fucking tight and wet. You’re a marvel, I could never get sick of this. Next time, I’m making you sit on my face and then I’m tying you up. Fuck I might just make you meet me at a dirty bar in a slutty dress to go to the bathroom so I can have you on your knees while I bury my cock down your throat until I come.”
I moan louder, he’s speeding up a little, hitting harder, deeper, and it’s good, it’s so fucking good.
He growls and then continues his dirty talk, making my libido strike, and even though he’s fucking me, I’m wanting it harder, filthier, kinkier. Spank me, tie me up, make me suck you off in a dirty bar.
“And after I’ve come down that pretty throat, after you’ve messed your dress with drool so every fucking moron in that bar will know what you did and want a piece of the same, which they will not get. Because no one’s touching you. No one other than me. But they’ll want to.”
He’s stroking in longer and rougher now, not bothering about going too deep like can happen in this position, and there’s the slight dull pain for a moment, but it fades and is taken over by pure desire and pleasure, and I moan loudly, trying to push back to get him even harder and deeper, and he complies.
“You’re not leaving yet. You’re gonna fucking lick me clean all around the head and shaft, suck on my balls, and then you’re going to get me hard again. And when I’m hard, I’m bending you over that broken sink and fucking your ass.”
I come.
Instantly.
There’s no buildup. I’m flying high on filth and desire and all his nasty words, and then I’m shattering, convulsing, my whole body spasming and clamping down on him, and I come hard.
I think I scream again. The word yes reverberates, and somewhere Angus barks.
“Holy fuck.” Noah slams into me, coming then, too. He spurts inside me and the warmth of his cum along with the twitching of his cock is so good I moan again.
He slumps down on me and kisses my shoulder, then pulls out, rolling over. I lay there, spread eagled, naked. A towel falls on my back and then some items land on the bed.
“Got to think of a better catchphrase than holy fuck,” he mutters. “Bars of soap, shampoo and conditioner. All in their packaging. I use those, no bottles. Better for the environment, or at least that’s what Carrie told me.”
I cast an eye around him, and he’s naked, perfect, his cock at half mast and wet from me. “I’m rinsing off, and then I need to getto work. Be gone when I get out or we’ll both be missing work today.”
