Page 46 of Arranged Control
He stands and tugs off his pants. I drop to my knees in front of him, helping to get his boxer briefs off. His dick is so hard he’s like iron in my hand as I stroke him. His fingers lace into my hair, and he pulls me closer to his tip, pressing it against my mouth. I open, whimpering, and suck him slowly before he slides himself deeper.
“That’s a bad fucking girl,” he groans, tightening his grip in my hair. “Take it all the way. Don’t be shy. Don’t be fucking clean. Go ahead and gag. Let your spit roll down my shaft.”
I’m humming with bliss. I’ve never been talked to like this before. And in the back of my head, I know I’ve always desperately wanted permission to act out my wildest, dirtiestfantasies. I’ve always wanted to feel sexy and slutty. Seamus makes me feel safe enough to let loose.
I suck him deeper. I gag just like he said, but that doesn’t stop me. I suck him, sloppy, stupid, stroking his cock with both hands and using my spit. He loves it, responding with the most masculine and sexual groans I’ve ever heard. He’s in bliss like I am, and I feel incredible. I don’t have to overthink, don’t have to worry what he thinks or what I look like, because none of it matters. I’m here on my knees with his massive dick in my mouth.
I don’t have to be in control. I can lose myself in him. For once, there are no schedules or worries. No obsessions or pain.
There’s only the desire to keep going.
He pulls me back and hammers his mouth to mine. He kisses me deeply as he drags me down to the couch, pulling me into his lap. His tip presses against my soaking entrance before I slide down, taking him inside of me with a whimper.
His size stretches me to the limit. I arch, feeling him go deeper. His mouth finds my nipple and sucks hard as his other hand slaps my ass. “Ride faster,” he commands, and I do what he says. “That’s a bad fucking girl. A filthy, dirty, beautiful fucking girl.” I grind against him, moaning like crazy. “You like being my little toy, don’t you? You want to get fucked and filled by me. You want to take my cock again and again until you’re ruined, don’t you?”
“God, yes,” I gasp, kissing him, grinding down and riding harder. “Please, keep going.”
He squeezes my ass and thrusts with my rhythm. I feel like I’m going to break as we keep going, the couch shaking, my wetnessrolling down his shaft, but before I can finally shatter, he pulls me off and shoves me aside. I gasp in shock, but he turns me over so my face is against the back of the couch, and he fills me from behind with one rough thrust.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers, pulling one arm behind my back so I’m pinned. I’ve never been this out of control before in my life, and I love it. He’s enormous, and everything about him is driving me wild. “Taking my big dick and loving every single thick inch.” He strokes rough, hammering into my pussy from behind. “Tell me you want to come.”
“I want to come so badly,” I moan, pushing into him with every stroke.
“Tell me you want to be a good girl for me.”
“I want it, god, I want to be a good girl.”
“Then come for me.” He fucks me faster and reaches around to stroke a finger over my clit. “Come for me, baby.” He fucks me hard, a monster, a filthy beast filling me again and again, and I can’t take it anymore.
For once in my life, I obey his command.
I break into a million pieces. The orgasm rolls over me, and I come apart like an untangled knot. I bite down against the couch, and for a few seconds or maybe a few hours, I black out. There’s only bliss suffusing every corner of my skin.
But he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t hold back. Seamus strokes into me over and over until he meets me at the peak. He growls in my ear and tells me how sexy I am as he comes inside my pussy, his strong body going slack for a few seconds as he’s as ruined as I am.
We stay like that, just for a moment. Breathing hard, naked, damp with sweat. Exhausted and perfect.
Until he slides out and stands, pulling me into his arms.
I yelp in surprise. He lifts me like I’m nothing.
“What are you doing?!”
He carries me toward the stairs. “I told you I’d help you back to bed.”
“I didn’t mean literally! I can walk!”
He ignores me. I’m carried like I weigh nothing into our bedroom and deposited gently onto my side.
“Now sleep,” he orders, climbing in and wrapping his arms around me.
“But I need to pee first.”
He sighs and lets me hurry into the bathroom. When I’m done, he’s waiting. I think about putting on clothes and how I’ll have to change the sheets in the morning, and god, we left everything downstairs, and maybe I’ll clean the couch too?—
But he’s giving me an impatient look, and I decide to put all that aside.
Let go for once.
