Page 73 of The Arrangement

“Jason!” I moan, my eyes squeezed shut. “I can’t take it!”

His tongue flicks against me, sending shocks of powerful jolts through my body. “Yes, you can.”

“I can’t.” Tears fill in the corners of my eyes. “I can’t, Jason.Dammit.”

He sits back, slowing his fingers until every wave of pleasure has been milked from my orgasm. Then he slides them out. I shiver.

His lips are shiny from my cum. He drags a finger over them and grins devilishly.

I think I might like this marriage thing just fine.

“All of that,” I say, laughing softly. “I liked all of that.”

“I could tell.”

His chuckle mixes with mine as he stands. He makes quick work out of finding a condom and rolling it down his length.

“Come here,” he says, offering me a hand. He helps me up and onto my jelly legs. “I need to fuck you right now.”

“Please.”

I swipe a thumb across his lips, earning a smile from him. Then I place a kiss against him before allowing him to turn me around.

He bends me over the table. My breasts are flat against the cool stone, and my arms are stretched across it. Our reflection shines back at us in the oversized windows.

Seeing Jason’s naked body positioned behind mine with his cock in his hand, looking at me like I’m a prize, makes my mouth water.

“What are you waiting for?” I ask, smiling at him through the reflection. “Fuck me.”

He hooks his fingers around the front of my hips and angles my ass to him. I look for something to hold on to and brace myself against, but there’s nothing.

I’m at his mercy.

The head of his cock parts my swollen lips and sits at my opening.

“Remember to tell me what you like,” he says, swirling his cock around my hole. “I want to hear you, Chloe.”

“I’m sure you—fuck!”

He thrusts into me in one long, hard stroke, completely filling me. I sink back against him as he plunges inside me again. Then again.

“Watch us in the glass,” he demands, his fingertips digging into my waist. “Look at how fucking gorgeous you are.”

I look at our reflection, but I don’t notice me. All I can see is him.

He’s power and confidence, strength and sex. His muscles flex, a show of their own, as he pounds into me from behind.

“I like that,” I say, meeting him stroke for stroke.

“Do you want it harder?”

“Yes.”

He grips me tighter and drives into me.

The fire in my pussy. The burn of his hands. The sting of my chest grinding against the table.

The heat in his gaze.