Page 81 of A Forbidden Arrangement

I shift back and smile when she takes a deep breath through her nose. Then, maintaining my hold on her, I fill her mouth, not stopping until I can feel her swallowing around me.

“Fuck, you are so pretty when you cry.”

She moans, and the next time she swallows, my cock sinks into her throat. She startles with the new sensation, her breath completely cut off.

“That’s it.Fuck.” I stroke my thumb along her throat, back and forth. “You feel amazing. Made for me.”

She takes me all the way in like the good girl she is. I guide her head while I quicken my pace until I’m fucking her pretty little mouth.

Watching me with watery eyes, she moans, taking everything I give her.

When her lids flutter and her body starts to tilt, I pull out and catch her, dropping to my knees and wrapping an arm around her back.

She settles against me, her head tucked beneath my chin, her breathing soft and uneven against my skin.

“Did you like that? Did you like being fucked by my cock?”

“Yes…yes, it was so good.”

She’s so fucking perfect, like she was meant for this. For me.

I wrap one hand under her thigh, supporting her ass, and keep the other firm around her waist, easily standing with her in my arms.

“You were so good, you’ve earned a reward.”

“Yes, please.” She says it without hesitating, sinking deeper into my control.

I adjust her so she’s further on the table, belly down, and slip her panties off.

Would she call me Sir? Before we do anything like that, we’ll have to set clear boundaries, so for now, I’ll make her feel good without taking it too far.

I band an arm beneath her and lift her ass into the air until her knees press into the surface, then push her head firmly down. With her hands bound behind her, she’s unstable, exactly how I want her.

In this position, she’s fully on display for me. I shudder out a breath, taking in every inch of her pretty pink pussy and her tight back hole. I have to hold my shit together, or she’ll be the one in control of me.

I run my fingers through her slit, purposely avoiding her clit. They glide easily. She’s dripping onto my palm.

“Did you get this wet from sucking my cock?”

“Yes.” More a breath than a word.

I circle her entrance, and she moves into my touch. “So needy. You want me to fill you up.”

She whimpers, chasing my touch. “Please.”

“You sound so good when you beg like that.” I’m rock fucking hard, and I hold her firmly in place, fingers digging into her thigh.

My lips curve, and I lower myself so I’m level with her sweet pussy, mouth watering. I can’t wait for a taste.

“Don’t move.”

She whimpers when I don’t immediately touch her, desperate.

I’m right there with her, but I have to take my time to do this properly. It’s my job to take care of her, to make her feel as good as possible.

I wait until she’s trembling with the effort of being good and not moving. “See, that wasn’t so hard.”

I growl the second I taste her. I can’t reach her clit from this angle. Instead, I thrust my tongue into her core, filling her as deep as possible as she pulses around me.