Page 17 of Dirty Arrangement

His grips leaves me; I keep myself still, unsure if he wants me to move. The car is cramped with his existence. I feel him on my tongue, in my nose, waiting anxiously for him to do something.

Thomas claws at the jacket—his jacket he'd given to me—tearing it away. I face him as he scoops his fingertips into the top of my blue dress and yanks it down the middle, the threads popping loudly until my lacy white bra is exposed to his eager eyes.

Trailing a nail down my sternum, he makes a strained sound. I copy him and he chuckles, kissing my shoulder, then the dip of my collar bone. He shoves the dress ruffles further down until he can trace the top of my bare hip. He doesn't know I'm not wearing panties until his hand brushes the top of my shaved mound. “Fuck,” he hisses.

“They were ruined,” I explain breathlessly.

“I bet they were.” He runs two fingers on either side of my vulva until I'm moaning desperately. My hips lift, trying to get closer to him, but he dodges me easily. I'm about to get angry when he slips his thumb over my pulsing clit, sending shocks of heat between my thighs.

I'm dizzy with desire. “More, please, more,” I whisper. His other hand presses on my left thigh, spreading me wide so he has better access. I'm moaning on the brink of madness. I ache for him, but he's not ready to let me have my way.

Thomas let's go of me; my sob is obscene. “You want me to fuck you, don't you?” he asks.

“Yes,” I insist.

He sits back, adjusting his driver's seat until it's horizontal. Spreading his knees, he raises an eyebrow at me expectantly. The shape of his cock is obvious through his pants. I know what he wants me to do.

I climb on top of him; the steering wheel digs into my ass but I don't care. I quickly tug down his pants, releasing his engorged cock into the air. At the sight of it, I purse my lips and breathe out slowly. Warm and thick, the tip glistens with a drop of his sticky precum. The reminder of his cum locked away inside of me earlier makes my pussy clench.

Bending down, I wrap my lips on his plush head, tongue pressing the groove beneath. I begin to slide down, tasting his salty skin and exploring his texture.

Thomas rolls his hands along the nape of my neck, guiding me as he whispers, “You give head like a pro.”

I blush, feeling an odd sense of pride. I take him to the root, gagging as he hits the back of my throat. As I lift up to deep-throat him again, he squeezes my hair. I can't get more than his cock-head between my lips; my whine is pitiful. His laugh is a thrill. “Relax, we're not done.”

He lifts me up and grips me by my waist. In this position I'm straddling him, his member pressed firmly in the groove of my naked ass.

“Do you want to have my cock inside of you, Alice?”

I hug him with my knees. “Yes, oh god, yes.” I reach for his shaft, trying to slide it inside of me. I don't evencarethat there's no condom. His hold on me prevents me from doing anything but wriggle. “Please, I need this.”

“I know.” His smirk can cut glass. “First, I want you to tell me you're mine, that you'll do everything I say.”

“I... I already agreed to that in the contract.”

“I want tohearit from your lips.”

My chest rises like I've sprinted a mile. I try to read his expression—his furrowed eyebrows, his black as night stare.He doesn't care about the paperwork,I realize with a start.He wants to hear it from my lips because he wants it to mean something.“I need you,” I moan. Chewing my lip, I add, “Sir.” Thomas exhales loudly. I rock against his hard erection. “I'm yours in every way. All of me.” I'm shivering, but I don't look away from him. “Isn't it obvious by now?”

“Fuck!” he groans. His arms flex as he lifts my ass higher, poising my cunt right over his angry-red cock. My head touches the ceiling of the car. “Are you ready?” he asks, but it isn't really a question.

The tip of his prick rubs over my slippery vulva. My walls spread over his expanding length, making me shout, then moan, with each inch he gives me. I'm flooding with relief as he finally impales me all the way.

Thomas stretches me until I squeal. I can't speak or breathe as he begins the first stroke, his palms clenching onto my soft hips to control the pace. He traces my flat belly. His thumb grazes over my clit between us. This perfect man is intentional in every thing he does.

When I come down on his pelvis, he pets the delicate surface of my clit. It fills my brain with vivid color. “More,” I say, raw with passion. “More, more, more!”

He's happy to oblige. His pace increases, growling at how my pussy chokes his thick cock. I'm tumbling towards the edge of climax. He senses it, rubbing my clitoris deliberately. His dominance is complete—he controls my orgasm.

Crying out, I go weak from the climax. It vibrates my insides, my walls rippling over his prick. Before I'm done twitching, my brain mushy from delight, Thomas swells in me.

Knowing he's going to fill me with his seed, this time from the source, sends me into a new, sharper orgasm. The first spurt of his warm milk hits me deep inside. He coats my walls, our juices mixing on my inner thighs and his lap.

He wraps his arms around me, guiding my face to his, kissing me with his eyes screwed shut. Our tongues battle, but my fight is gone. He runs his over mine, showing me what he can do. “Alice,” he breathes.

“Thomas...” I tense, expecting him to tell me to call him Mr. Volt. He doesn't, he just holds me tighter. I can still feel the occasional beat of his cock. It connects us like the thumping of our hearts. The car is hot from what we've done. Steam has made the windows opaque. This is our private world and in here, no one matters but us. Not money, or time, or contracts.The contract.Instantly I remember how I've broken down for him in every sense of the word.

Thomas runs his fingertips up and down my naked spine. “What are you doing to me?” he whispers softly.

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