Page 24 of The P Arrangement

He smirked. “How so?”

Sashaying closer, I put one foot on the step next to his head. I was just about to lift my dress to show him what he was missing but dropped it at the last second.

But my move still worked the way I wanted because his eyes glazed over as I bent my knee and pushed my crotch to his face. He inhaled, and just as he reached for my ass, I stepped back and shook my finger.

“Oh, no. No dessert for you.”

He groaned and dropped his head forward. When he lifted his chin, he gave me his best puppy-dog eyes. “Baby, please. I promise I’ll make it good for you.”

I moved close again and cupped his chin. “Oh, of that I have no doubt.”

His eyebrows rose expectantly.

“But I think I should be the one to eat first.”

I slowly lowered myself to my knees and pushed his legs apart as his breath hissed. His eyes on me, he tracked my every movement as I reached for his pants, unfastened them, and pulled out his beautiful cock.

I sucked in a breath and shivered.

His lips weren’t the only thing I’d missed touching.

Gripping him, I kissed his base between where my thumb and fingers couldn’t close around his girth and sucked on the taut skin.

“Fuck, Laney,” he whispered over me.

I placed open-mouthed kisses up until I reached the top, where I switched hands and started at the base on the opposite half. When I reached the head, I twirled my tongue around the tip and sucked it into my mouth, then down, down to the back of my throat.

I had worked years to get all of Preston’s dick in my mouth, and I was very happy to see that I hadn’t lost the skill.

I swallowed on the tip, knowing it would drive him crazy, and was rewarded with a large curse. Then, he was dragging my mouth up and off of him.

His breathing was ragged as he stared at me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked with a grin, knowing full well he was too close to coming when he wasn’t ready.

Getting to my feet, I stepped on each side of his legs.

This time, when he grabbed my ass, I let him. Shoving his nose between my legs over my dress, he breathed in deep and growled. He looked up at me and lifted one large hand to cup the back of my neck.

“I haven’t had my dick sucked since before Paxton was born, and there is no way I’m going to last.”

I had to hide my surprise. When I’d gotten pregnant with Paxton, I had also gained a strong gag reflex, to the point that I could barely brush my teeth, so I had stopped giving Preston blow jobs. Which meant no one had given him head since me.

A sudden warmth went through my body. “Fuck me, Preston,” I whispered.

His other hand went under my dress to my bare butt cheek, and he used both to draw me down to his lap. I reached underneath and grabbed his cock, lining my pussy up over him.

He yanked me down, and with one smooth thrust, he was inside me. And in this position, I felt so full of him, more than I had earlier tonight and the night before, and I gently shifted my hips.

“I know what we’re doing here, Delaney.”

I stopped and lifted my gaze to his face. “What?”

“We’re fucking.”

Tightening my core around his shaft, I said, “I think that is obvious.”

He squeezed my ass. “That’s not what I meant.”

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