Page 64 of The Arrangement
Her fingers wind through the hair on the back of my head, and she presses my face forward—into her cleavage.
“It could be a wet dream if you let it,” she whispers.
My body buzzes. My cock strains so hard against my jeans that it hurts. With every push, circle, and slide of Chloe’s pussy against it, it threatens to burst.
“I’m dying to know how wet you are.” I drag my tongue beneath the lace and over the top of her chest. Her skin is silky and sweet, making me crave her taste elsewhere.
She moans, pulling her bra down to expose her hard buds.
“Fuck, Chloe,” I say, my restraint faltering.
She moves my head toward her again, and I drag one nipple into my mouth. She rocks harder against me, tilting her clit to move against the rough denim.
I palm her other breast, feeling the weight of it in my hand. The heat of her skin. The scent of her arousal.
My head spins as I try to keep grounded, but it’s impossible. Her sweet pants whisper through the air. The taste of her body on my tongue. The feel of her moving against me, her hair brushing my face, and her breath on my cheek.
The pressure inside my cock builds higher than I thought possible.
“I can’t wait to feel you inside me.” She throws her head back, her eyes closed—giving me access to as much of her as I want.And I want it all. “I need to get off, Jason. I’ve needed it for so long.”
It would take a second to bury myself in her, but watching her like this is erotic.
My hands drop to her ass again—this time, under her skirt. She gasps at the contact and then grinds even harder.
“Can you come like this, beautiful?” I ask, taking in every whisper of a breath.
“I think so.”
“Come for me. Let me watch you.”
Her eyes fly open as reality hits her.
I smirk. “Don’t be shy now.” I spread her cheeks apart. “I want to watch you fall apart.”
She hesitates, her face flushing. For a long moment, I’m not sure what she’ll do. Her hips lift as if she’s going to say something. As she adjusts her position, my fingers find her seam, and I swipe a finger through the wetness.
“Oh,” she says, exhaling.
I move my knees farther apart. “Is that a yes?”
“Yes.”
She moves again, her chest bouncing in my face. Her juices coat my hands as she works against me.
“You are fucking gorgeous, Chloe,” I say, squeezing her ass. “Watching you like this makes it hard not to get off.”
“Jason …”
I grit my teeth, so close to coming myself, and will myself to hold on.
She shrieks as she falls apart spectacularly.
A flush colors her face, and heat pours from her pussy. Her head falls back, her hair swishing against my arms, and her lips form the perfectO.
“I want all of it,” I say, moving her hips as she slows.
“I can’t. I can’t, Jason,” she says between ragged breaths. “Please.”
