Page 101 of A Forbidden Arrangement
There’s a small pink silicone toy in his hand. He holds it up. “Ever used one of these?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“Then you’ll tell me if it gets to be too much.”
He opens a bottle of lube, slicks it over his fingers and the toy, and meets my eyes again. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”
My eyes roll back as he slips one finger past the rim, circling before pulling back and pressing in again, adding another finger. He works me over and over, and the tight burn fades.
He slips his fingers out. “Feel good?”
“Yes.” My jaw aches from how hard I’m grinding my teeth together. If he doesn’t let me come soon, I’m going to murder him. “Hurry.”
He doesn’t. Instead, he easily flips me onto my stomach, positioning me so that I’m on my knees and my face is against the mattress. Any embarrassment from before has been incinerated.
“Stay still, Dahlia.” The blunt tip of the toy presses against my hole, circling but not pushing in.
My body shakes with the effort to stay still.
“Good.” He leans down, brushing his mouth against my spine. “Who do you belong to?”
My stomach flips. “You.”
His voice drops. “Say it again.”
“You.”
He’s gentle as he presses the tapered end in, patient as I adjust around it. He waits until my muscles relax before stroking it in and out. The sensation is new but good, and soon, I’m shifting back for more.
Teeth sink into my ass, and Xander’s groan vibrates against me as the toy is removed.
“You’re ready for me now.” It’s not a question.
I twist my head as much as I can to look at him. Xander’s stripping off his clothes, and he generously covers his cock with lube.
I swallow hard. He’s much bigger than the toy.
A wrapper tears, and the foil falls by my head. The head of his cock runs along the seam of my ass, pausing each time to push harder into my hole.
There’s a sharp snap followed by a sting as Xander slaps my ass. “Breathe, Dahlia. I wouldn’t do anything that I didn’t think you could take.”
With those words, I let my thoughts float away, putting my full trust into him.
His tip breeches my rim, sinking in. The stretch burns in the best way, a sharp ache that melts just as fast. My fingers clutch the sheets, twisting them tight as my body adjusts around him. The sound that comes out of me isn’t graceful. It’s low and rough, pulled from somewhere deep.
Xander’s chest envelops my back, his breath stuttering against my ear. “You feel me shaking?” His voice comes out unsteady, strained. “That’s what you do to me. You own me, Dahlia.”
My chest tightens. The air between us changes, warmer, heavier.
“Xander.” My voice breaks on his name. “Please.”
His thrusts are carefully controlled. I can feel how badly he wants to let go, but he doesn’t. He exhales hard. His hips roll forward again, deeper this time, and I gasp.
Xander’s lips find my shoulder, then the curve of my neck. Each kiss feels heavier, hungrier. His teeth graze my skin, and I shiver.
“You’re taking my cock so well.” He grips my hip and pushes deeper, a slow, steady drive that pulls a cry from my throat. His breath catches again, and this time, he doesn’t stop. He moves with more force, each thrust grounding me, pulling me closer until there’s nothing left between us.
His arm wraps around me, fingers meeting my clit, and my orgasm detonates around me, pleasure sparking up my spine and rippling through me. Distantly, I can feel Xander’s hips stutter and his growled release.
