Page 65 of The P Arrangement

I wrapped my arms around him. I buried my face in his neck and rocked my pelvis over his, slowly at first until I found my rhythm.

Preston somehow managed to keep his voice steady, but when he wasn’t speaking, his breathing deepened. With every swing of my hips, he urged me on with his arm across my lower back.

Our position was perfect for my piercing, and with every pass it made over his belly, it hit my clit. I continued to move, and just when I thought I was going to run out of steam, my body tensed up, and I exploded. My orgasm tore through me until my legs trembled, and I bit down on his shoulder.

Preston held on to me as I collapsed in his lap, limp and spent from the force of my climax. He rubbed my back as he continued to talk, still hard inside of me.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the rumble of his chest against my ear. At one point, he rolled his chair closer to his desk on the side where I rested. Lifting one lid, I peeked at him writing something on his pad of paper.

I had to hand it to him; he had amazing stamina because I would have hung up the phone long ago and called back later.

Tossing the pen down, he said, “All right. Mmhmm. Yep. Got it. Talk to you later.”

He practically threw the handset in the cradle of the phone and yanked me off him.

“My turn,” he growled.

I laughed as he stood and flung me onto his desk with impatience. But my humor soon turned into a moan as he shoved his face between my legs and his tongue in my pussy, encircling my legs in his grip. Dragging his tongue up, he sucked my clit in his mouth until I bucked my hips as I tried to get away.

“Fuck.Pres,” I groaned, and my legs quivered. “I’m going to come again.”

He tore his mouth away and drove his cock into me. “Not without me you’re not.”

It was a good thing his desk was huge and solid wood because he fucked me with such force that anything else would have slid across the floor or, even worse, broken under the power of his thrusts.

Holding on to the edge, I used my other hand to slip it between my legs and touch myself.

Preston looked down at where our bodies met and back up to me. “The only other person who touches your cunt is you. It’s mine, and I don’t share.”

I nodded. He didn’t need to remind me. He was always possessive of me in the bedroom. It was one of the things I loved about him.

“I know.”

“I need you to say it.”

“I’m yours, Pres.”

“That’s right. You’re my filthy slut. Mine and mine alone.”

His eyes flared, pushing me over the edge. I came again, this orgasm shorter but just as sweet. I sensed Preston was right behind me with his own. Sitting up, I forced him back and dropped to the floor. Taking his dick in my mouth, I lifted my gaze up to his as he let go, and his jets of hot cum hit my tongue.

When his climax was done, he helped me up from the floor and kissed me. Gradually, he drew his lips away and sat down, taking me with him. As he tucked me close, I laid my head on his shoulder and melted into him.

Neither of us said anything for a few minutes. I was content with having him hold me. Truth was, I didn’t want to leave. I could stay there all afternoon, listening to his heartbeat while he finished his work.

Reluctantly, I checked my watch. “I have to go. I’m already a few minutes late.”

I sat up and planted a kiss on Preston’s lips before I stood up to put my underwear back on and straighten my clothes.

He fixed his pants and tucked in his shirt, and I slipped on my shoes.

“I’ll see you tonight?” I asked even though I already knew the answer. “Clara is making us a new recipe for dinner.” I had to admit, it was nice to not worry about what to make every night after work.

Preston shoved himself out of his chair. “I can’t wait.”

Cupping the back of my neck, he slanted his mouth over mine and kissed me again, slow and deep. By the time he was finished, I was breathless and clutching his shirt.

“I’d better go.”

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