Page 54 of The Arrangement

Letting my fingers do the rest of the talking, I brushed my hands down her sides enough to produce a shiver before taking her hips in my grip. Clark was already wet when my fingers found her center, and I pressed my cheek against the top of her head as I gently separated her folds to brush against her entrance.

"You're so wet for me already, Lace," I whispered darkly, knowing my mic was picking it up. She whimpered as I circled her, the palm of my hand brushing her swollen clit. "Do you want me to fuck you against this bookshelf?" A sharp inhalation was all that answered me, and I smiled despite myself.

Moving the free hand that was holding her steady, I grasped her neck gently, pulling her back against me as I pinned her between the bookcase and my body. My cock was already hard and pressing against her ass, and it took everything in me not to sink into her right then and there.

"Use your words," I commanded, my thumb tracing the shell of her jaw. "Tell me what you want." Clark pressed back against me, ripping a gasp from me as my cock dug harder into her. I growled as I dove a finger into her without so much as a warning, and she stiffened against me, her hand covering mine as if trying to push the digit even further inside her.

"Use your fucking words and tell me what you want," I all but growled as I slipped another finger into her soaking cunt, pressing the heel of my palm tight against her clit.

"Fuck, I want you to fuck me, Wolfe!" Clark finally gasped out as she ground down on my hand, her back arching for more contact.

I chuckled darkly, but I had never been so hard in my goddamn life as I grabbed her hands and placed them on two of the shelves above her.

"Then hold on and spread your legs like a good girl." Clark shuddered as I nudged her legs apart, taking the time to grab the condom and rip it open with my teeth, my hands trembling as I rolled it on.

I lined up, realizing she was on her tiptoes and her knuckles were turning white with the pressure of her grip. Growling, I spun her around, and without so much as an explanation, I lifted her, and she immediately wrapped her legs around me.

"Hold on to the bookcase. I've got you." Lining up again, I waited even as the caveman part of my brain begged me to bury myself in her. Clark nodded, one hand gripping the shelf behind her and the otherwrapped another my shoulders. I nearly thanked the gods above when I got the okay from her and pressed myself into her.

Her head nearly hit the shelf behind her as she gasped, her mouth falling open as she stretched to accommodate my length. I did my best to go slow, making sure I didn't hurt her unintentionally, but with each inch I pressed into her, Clark—Lace’s—moans became filthier and louder. Once I was fully seated, I waited for a moment before withdrawing to the tip, feeling that delicious clench of her walls as I dragged out of her only to slam back in.

"Fuck!" she gasped as her back arched into me, her hold on the bookshelf one of the only things keeping her steady as I thrust into her tight heat. I didn't give a fuck about the cameras, or the angle, or the lighting at that moment.

The only thing I cared about was the little noises she made as I pressed my cock deeper and deeper into her or the way her fingernails scratched my back when I angled slightly to hit the spot deep inside of her. My legs were trembling as I pounded into her, sweat rolling down my back as I pushed up into her again and again.

Convincing myself that I was dead and this was the afterlife because never had I seen anything so divine as her skin illuminated by soft lights or the way her teeth dug into her plump, pink lips as she tried not to make a sound. At the same time, I drove into her over and over again. It wasn't long before my shoulder began to burn as I held her in place.

"I need to take this to the floor, okay?” I whispered, knowing I would need to edit that out later. Clark just nodded, a whimper escaping as I withdrew myself and set her down carefully on the wooden floor. Her hands grabbed the shelves as her legs threatened to collapse underneath her.

The camera. Yes, the whole reason we were fucking in the first place. I swore under my breath as I hastily dropped the tripod nearly to the floor facing the bookshelves this time. Digging in my box I quickly pulled out a thick blanket I brought just in case of something like this.

Clark looked at me, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. Ididn't look away as I explained, "I told you the next time we fucked, I would have you on your knees, so I could spank your brat ass."

Watching the way Clark swallowed hard as she processed the comment rewired my brain. Slowly, she walked towards me before dropping to her knees on the thick blanket, her back to me.

"Hands and knees, baby girl," I commanded, grabbing the base of my cock so I wouldn't finish right there as Clark slowly obeyed, her back arching just right as I took a step closer. Trailing my hands down her side and then up her spine until I got to her shoulders and pressed down.

It took her only a moment for her to realize what I wanted, and she dipped down, her face pressed into the floor, and her ass lifted in the air as she widened her hips. I watched as goosebumps broke out of her skin as I traced patterns on the dip of her ass before pressing her legs open, spreading her even wider.

"Colors?" I breathed, my voice deep and seeped in arousal. I couldn't even try to hide if I wanted to. Deep down, I hope she just thought I was a very good actor.

"Green."

Thank fucking god.

Not giving a warning this time, I sunk into her to the hilt, both of us groaning in unison at this new position that seemed to drive me deeper inside of her.

For a bit, it was simple, my fingers digging into her hips as I thrust into her until I remembered my promise. Clark had been moaning with pleasure as I pounded into her. She was putty in my hands as she let me hold her in place, my cock slipping even deeper inside of her with this new angle. Slapping the side of her ass lightly, nothing too hard, just a tap, really. I felt her shudder as she gasped, felt her wetness coating my cock, and I grinned.

"You like that?" Another slap, harder this time, and the sound reverberated across the bookstore. "Don't you?" Another slap, this time the other cheek.

"Yes!" Clark gasped out in answer as her hands scrambled to wind into the blanket covering the cold wood floor. The next idea came frommy baser desires, and I knew it; my mind went to our spreadsheet of all the things she checked yes to before.

Reaching up towards her, I gripped her neck and carefully brought her up towards me as her back pressed against my chest and my cock still buried deep inside her. At that moment I hoped that we really did get to relive our favorite moments before we died, because the whimper that slipped out of Georgia Clark’s lips as my cock was pressed deeper would be on repeat.

"Remember the list?" I whispered, and Clark nodded. I grinned into the skin of her neck and brought my index finger to her lips. "Suck."

Her eyes opened as she craned her neck to look up at me. I raised my eyebrow, "You can say no," I reminded her. "We can also take a break—" Before I could finish my sentence, her hot mouth enveloped my finger as her tongue swirled over the digit, coating it in her spit. Nothing could have prepared me for the dark look she gave me as I pressed her back into the blanket or the way her cunt tightened around my dick as I circled the wet digit around her asshole.

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