Page 63 of Vicious Arrangement
She stretches for me. Hot. Wet. And she moans and grunts. Her fingers gripping the opposite side of the island. I fuck her hard. Slamming into her, over and over, until she comes.
Aria’s so fucking ready. Her cunt clenches down on my cock, making it almost impossible for me to hold back, but I do.
I need this to count.
I want this to count.
I want to punish and please.
I want to rock her fucking world.
My gaze is on her intently as she comes, her body still shaking and trembling after the big hit of the orgasm, and it’s perfect timing, that tense and relaxed mode, like two things existing in the same space. Touch her clit and she’ll tense. Anywhere else, and she might bloom for me.
Stroking my fingers along her spine, I pull out of her cunt, then start to work her asshole, sliding a finger slowly in after I dip down into her pussy. Her moan is perfect, and she likes it, her ass raising a little.
I move my finger in and out, adding another, stretching her. Then I pull out and place the head of my cock there.
She moans as I push into her. Her ass is different from her cunt and her pussy juices make entry easier. For a few seconds she seems to hold her breath and I push all the way in and then I ease out, only to push in. She breathes out.
“More.”
I fuck her hard, reaching deep, and I slam one hand onto the counter, the other I fist in her hair, and her sharp intake of breath along with the ripple of a mini orgasm hitting tells me she likes it.
So does the slow moan that comes from her. I pull her head up and fuck her harder, deeper. “Good girl,” I mutter. “You’re mine. You got that, fucking mine.”
“Yours.”
Aria’s response sends a twitch of desire mixed with pleasure through me, from my scalp, down my spine to the tip of my cock. I clench my teeth to stop coming, and push through the ache of need that’s dipped in delight because I want to last as long as I can.
Her ass is a wild ride, up there with her cunt. And the fact she likes this…
“Next time I’m tying you up. Spanking you for your disobedience.” I slam into her. “For flirting with others.” I slam in again. “For thinking you can do”—and again—“what”—again—“you”—again—“want.”
I’m losing control. I’m losing the beat, and inside I’m hot, everywhere, everything I am is focused on this, on the thought of fucking her tied up, of spanking her.
She’s going to like it. I’ll make her like it. I’ll fucking—Shit. I can’t…
I start to fuck with abandon and we’re both moaning and groaning and she starts coming, deep, all over, the contractions nothing like when I’m buried deep in her pussy, but it’s good and I’m already at my limit of control.
Everything explodes with intense ecstasy, and I come in her, spurting, my body jerking as I come hard.
When we’re done, I collapse on her for a few moments to catch my breath, my bearings, control of my heartbeat. Then I ease out of her and do up my pants. Aria slides off the counter, legs wobbly, but she starts to pull up her leggings.
“Fuck no,” I say. “We’re not done.”
I throw her over my shoulder and take her upstairs. We’re going to experience a shower in all the ways we can, and then? I’m fucking her all night long.
Angus whines.
Chapter Seventeen
ARIA
My internal clockgot an alarm and it wakes me at five.
At first, I don’t know where I am. But the insane sex on the kitchen island—which I’m going to have to wipe down—comes flooding back, making my cheeks burn hot. As do the memories of the shower where we washed each other and made out. Where he sank to his knees and spent way too long eating me out.
Noah’s got a wicked, perverted side, and thinking about it makes me blush and throb. I didn’t expect anal, not in the kitchen and not him doing things to me in the shower, where he showed just what kind of master he is over my body, and how he’s able to make me sing, to bring me up to the edge of orgasm with his mouth, tongue, and fingers, how he’d taunt me by both fingering my ass or my pussy and sometimes both at the same time or not at all.
