Page 103 of The Pucking Arrangement

Her fingers tighten in the sheets.

For a moment, I think she’ll refuse.

But then, she tilts the camera.

Her hand is under the hem of my T-shirt. She watches me. Waiting.

“I don’t have anything on under this.” Slowly, so fucking slowly, she inches the fabric up, revealing smooth, bare skin, the swell of her thighs parting just enough to make my mouth water, giving me a glimpse of her pink, bare pussy.

And I mean bare. No hair. Glistening and pink.

“Who did you wax your sweet cunt for?” I growl, stroking my aching cock harder. I swear to God, I’m so close to falling over the edge.

“For you,” she whispers, caressing her opening with her finger, twirling her clit, pumping her finger in and out . “Do you like it? I went this morning, after school drop-off.”

My cock throbs. I want to feel that smooth flesh wrapped tight around me, feasting on her heat.

“Show me how you fuck yourself thinking of me,” I order, voice dangerously soft. “Let me see what belongs to me.”

Her pupils are wide. Her hand is at her opening, sliding up and down, pumping the fingers in and out. I spit into my hand, fisting my cock again, imagining her wrapped around me.

“Good girl,” I breathe, chest tight with hunger. “Now take off the shirt and show me your tits.”

Her breath shudders out, but she obeys. Her breasts are two perfect mounds, her nipples two pink hardened peaks. She leans the phone on the nightstand, takes her other hand and twirls a nipple, continuing to pump her pussy.

My pussy.

I can see that she is close to unraveling. I pump my cock harder. Seeing her body convulse in a powerful orgasm pushes me over the edge too, my come squirting over the bedsheets in a release.

Her chest rises and falls rapidly, a light sheen of sweat glistening on her collarbone. I want to trace it with my tongue.

“You okay,solnyshko?” My voice comes out gentle.

She nods. The sight of her naked, flushed and satisfied does dangerous things to my pulse.

“That was...” She trails off, biting her lip.

“Perfect.”

“What are we doing, Dmitri?” she murmurs, her fingers still trailing over her own skin, teasing the both of us. “You promised Liam you wouldn’t touch me.”

“Some promises,” I tell her, my voice dark with intent, “are meant to be broken.” My jaw clenches. “Besides, he’s not blind. I told him,solnyshko.”

Her eyes widen. “Was he upset?”

“No. He wants you to be happy.” I pause, my voice rough. “I do too.”

Her smile is pure sin. “Three days.”

“And nights,” I agree. “And then you’re mine again.”

Her breath catches. She shifts, tugging my shirt back over her head, getting comfortable against the pillows like she isn’t wrecking me completely.

“Watch me play tomorrow?” I ask.

“Yes. I wouldn’t miss it.”

I drag my gaze over her, drinking her in.

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