The Arrangement Anthology 2(58)

I don’t listen and try to shift and make him press into me. I’m rewarded, uh, I mean punished, with a slap to my backside. My right cheek stings and I stop moving. “Good girl.”

Sean drags his hardness against me, shifting his hips and pushing, but never slipping inside. One of his hands presses my back down while the other reaches around to the V in my legs. His fingers stroke the slick folds at the very front. I can barely tolerate it. My body tries to writhe, but Sean holds me down, pressing his elbow into my back. I clutch the sides of the chair harder and beg him for things I’ll never admit. I want him so badly that the teasing has turned to torture. I’m begging for him anyway he’ll take me, and feel no shame.

That’s when he moves me. I don’t ask what he’s doing for once. I just follow, still pleading with him to fill me with come. “Please, baby.” I say the words over and over again as he directs me to lay back and lean my head off the top of the chair.

Before I can ask what he wants, his dick is against my cheek. I take him in my mouth and wrap my tongue around his hard, hot shaft, licking and sucking as I do so. Sean’s body stiffens as he moans. I reach for his hips and encourage him to push in farther and he does. His length fills my mouth all the way to the back of my throat. I want to take all of him. I want him to ride my face and cry out my name as he fills my mouth with his sweet taste.

My nails claw into his ass as I rock his hips. Sean pushes in and pulls out, slowly at first. I suck him and push his hips harder toward me every time he pulls away. When he pushes all the way in, I suck in at the same time, and his length slips deep into my mouth and down my throat. Sean sighs and holds my head in place for a moment before pulling out. Then he does it again. Each thrust makes me wetter. I want to taste him and feel that hot, slick come pour down my throat. Sean presses deeper and faster, moaning as he does it. I think he’s going to lose it, but then he pulls away.

Sean’s gasping for air as he yanks my wrist and positions me without words. I stand against the back of the chair and lay down against the leather, facing away from him. Sean always has me facing away from him. One day, I hope he’ll want to see me while he rides me. For now, this is enough, and it’s sexy as hell to feel like this. He controls me, commands me, and I like it that way.

Sean spreads my legs after leaning me over the edge of the chair. He rubs himself against my hypersensitive, slick skin before sinking deep within my silken core. At first he holds my neck down and rides me from behind, pushing long and deep. Each thrust shoots tingles through my body, and builds my need for him. I beg him for more and his hand leaves my neck and finds a wrist. Then his other hand does the same and he pulls my arms back behind me, lifting me from the chair so that my breasts hang in the air. I moan as he does it, feeling him touch me from within, rousing sensations that I’ve never felt before. Sean remains still for a moment and then starts to rock. His hips push harder and faster.

I cry out, begging him for more. “Please, Sean. Please.”

Until this point, he’s been holding back, controlling himself, and it’s totally obvious the moment he lets go. His body slams into mine with more force, pushing his shaft deeper and deeper within me. His hands clutch my wrists like iron, yanking me backward toward him with each thrust. My breasts bounce as my hair flies. I glance up and notice Sean watching me in the mirror. Our gazes lock as his speed increases. Neither of us looks away.

I don’t think about what I look like or anything but how much I want him to come inside of me. I want that hot liquid to fill me and release me from my torment. As if he can read my thoughts I see the tension increase on his face. He pushes harder and faster, shoving deeper, until I lose it. My body reacts to his and there’s nothing gentle about it. I scream his name, coming hard, and feel the rush of my excitement dripping between us.

Sean growls, clutching my wrists harder, and slows his thrusts as he loses himself. I watch his face in the mirror as his eyes clench closed and he uses my body to sate his need. When I feel Sean’s cock pulsing, his eyes open and he watches me. Slowly, he pushes in and holds himself deep within me.

We stay like that for a moment and it’s perfect, with both our bodies covered in sweat and locked together. I don’t want to move. I don’t want it to be over. Sean seems to read my mind, and we stay like that, watching each other in the mirror. When my arms begin to tremble and ache, Sean releases me and pulls out. I lay face-down on the chair and run the pad of my finger along a seam.

A moment later, Sean is there, crouching in front of me. “Miss Smith.”