Page 88 of The Arrangement
“You can believe I won’t forget again.”
“I’ll forgive you if you do.”
Her hands move at my groin, her knuckles grazing over my cock. I hiss a breath as she pulls the zipper down. She grins in return.
“So are you going to keep the clothes?” I ask, slipping off my shoes, socks, and pants.
“Do you want me to?”
“Of course, I want you to.” I lean forward, kissing the spot where her shoulder meets her neck. “I want to be inside you right now.”
She steps away, turning in a circle—toying with me with her eyes as she moves. I notice every dip of her waist, every curve of her hip, the swell of her breasts, and the way her thighs touch in the center.
Every piece of her is perfect. Just like I knew it would be.
I grab myself, stroking slowly from root to tip.
“You made me feel like a princess today,” she says, moving close enough for me to touch her with my free hand. “I want to make you feel good now, too.”
I slide my hand between her legs, slipping my finger through her wet pussy. The feel of her slick slit makes my cock pulse.
“You can stand right there and let me touch you. I’ll come in a minute,” I say, teeth gritted together.
She places her hands on my shoulders and pushes me back on the bed. “Lie back.”
I scoot back until I’m lying completely on the bed. I grab a pillow and fashion it under my head. Chloe crawls onto themattress, loose tendrils of hair falling into her face, and she makes her way up my body.
I take her face in my hands and bring her mouth to mine. Her lips are soft, molding against mine as I press kisses to them.
She straddles me, setting her pussy directly on my cock. The contact elicits a hiss from deep in my throat, and she groans, rocking herself across my length.
My hands fall to her chest, freeing her tits from the confines of the lingerie, making her moan as I roll her pebbled nipples between my fingers. She moans again as I lift my hips against her.
Chloe pulls away, her breaths ragged, and smiles. She climbs off me and faces away. “Unhook me, please.”
I do as she requests, brushing my knuckles down her back. She shivers against my touch, biting her lip as she watches me over her shoulder.
“I have one more request,” she says, letting the material fall forward. It slides down her arms slowly.
My hands follow the fabric, skimming her arms.Needing contact. Her heels fall to the floor, and then she stands on the bed, shimmying out of the lingerie. From my vantage point, I have a clear view of her pussy.
Her thighs glisten with wetness. The dimples in her ass are so real,so fucking sexy, that I can’t help but stroke myself again.
“You can have anything you want,” I say.
“I’m on birth control,” she nearly whispers. “And I’m good to go.”
Oh, fuck.I suck in a breath as my body trembles at the idea of being bare inside her.Is that what she’s asking?
Her grin is full of mischief.
That’s exactly what she’s asking.
“Just had my aviation physical,” I say, my heart pounding so hard that I’m glad I’m lying down. “I’m good to go.”
She casts a provocative grin over her shoulder. “So can I ride you without a condom?”
I’ve died and gone to heaven.
