Page 15 of Arranged Addiction

“That’s a good girl,” he purrs, stroking back out just as slowly. “Such a good little slut taking every inch of me.”

“Yes, sir,” I moan, wiggling my hips and lifting myself so he can fit deeper.

He kisses me, sucks my nipples, tells me how beautiful I am and how badly he’s wanted this for so long, and slowly the pain turns into pleasure. He goes faster, sensing the shift, his cock filling me to the brim and breaking my skull in the process.

“Such a fast learner,” he moans, fucking me deep. “Such a clever girl. Taking every bit of my fucking cock.”

I gasp, arching, digging my fingers into his back.

I’ve never heard him curse before.

I really, really like it.

“Say that again,” I moan, pleading. “Call me a slut. Call me afuckingslut.”

“Oh, listen to you, my dirty girl. You take my cock once and now you’re begging for me to call you afucking slut.”

“Yes, sir,” I moan, reaching my hands up to press against the headboard. I’m stretched thin, right at my limit and about to finally break. “Please don’t stop.”

“I like it when you beg. You’re such a good fucking slut, Casey, following my orders and taking my big cock. God, you have no idea how fucked I am right now, and I don’t care, because it’syou.”

He strokes harder and I don’t care what he means. I moan, words gone, thoughts lost, as I lift higher and higher, getting closer to that glorious perfect ringing in my core, until he bends down and presses his lips right against my ear.

“You’re going to clean me when you’re finished coming, little slut. You know how strict I am.”

That finally cracks me straight in half.

I shatter all over his dick. I break and come and gasp, sweating and grinding, totally lost. It tears me apart and I feel like I’m floating. My vision tunnels and my limbs go numb. I feel blood rushing into my chest and my core as I struggle to breathe. I crash back down, gasping, my skin so sensitive it’s like I’m on fire. I squirm and he slides himself out, his massive dick glistening with my soaking wetness.

“Do your job,” he orders.

I can barely move. But I manage to get up on an elbow. I guide him into my mouth and lovingly clean it. What a perfect cock. What a beautiful dick. I lick and lick, and when he groans and grabs my hair, I know what he needs.

“Yes, sir,” I whisper, looking up into his eyes. “You can come in my mouth, sir.”

He rips onto my tongue. I watch him break and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. His muscles tense and flex as he comes down my throat, and I lick and suck him, doing my best to keep everything as neat and tidy as I can.

Just like I know he wants.

When he’s done, he collapses back onto the bed. I stare at him, tingling all over, not sure what to do. I mean, do I touch him? Can I lie next to him? I hesitate, but I figure this is over now, right? He probably wants me to go.

I start slipping away from the bed.

But he reaches out and grabs my wrist. “Where are you going?”

“I was thinking, uh, you know, since we’re finished?—”

Cold fury passes over his face. “You think I was going to use you like a toy and throw you away?”

“I mean, I don’t?—”

“Not you. Never you.” He pulls me over to him and roughly wraps his arms around me. “For such a clever girl, you can be so obtuse.”

I breathe in his musky smell and tentatively wrap my arms around him.

And that feels nice.

Which surprises me.