Page 12 of Arranged Control
I stare at him, legs spread as he kisses my inner thigh.
His chest is sculpted. A lion’s inked near his heart. Its claws are out, ripping into a fresh heart. Guns are crossed on his other chest. A Gaelic cross beneath his throat. A crown on fire, a clock, and a skull. More ink I can’t make out. His abs are cut and rippling as his shirt drops to the floor.
His mouth moves closer to my aching core.
“You tasted yourself,” he murmurs, face shining as if in ecstasy. “Now I’m jealous. I want some.”
“Don’t be greedy.”
“Oh, princess, I’d never be selfish with you.” He smirks as his mouth presses to my pussy, tongue slowly moving up and down my folds.
And I swear, the noises I make.
Unlike anything that’s ever come out of my mouth before.
Moans, whimpers, groans. Little gasps of delight.
Bliss assaults me as my future husband does things with his mouth I’ve never felt before in my life.
He licks me. Sucks me. Fingers slide inside as he focuses on my clit. I grind into his face, reckless and mindless. I don’t care what I look like or how I sound. All I want is this man between my legs.
I grip his hair as his tongue fucks me.
Then he pulls back. I’m moaning, begging him to keep going. But that bastard smirk is back. He rips my panties off the rest of the way and unhooks my bra, leaving me naked. My pink nipples are stiff in the air. His eyes move over my bikini tan lines.
“Just pearls,” he says, unbuckling his belt. “Exactly what I wanted.” He takes off his slacks, leaving him in boxer briefs. I’m breathing hard, chest hammering, as I stare at the outline of his hard cock.
He’s massive.
And he slowly takes himself out.
Thick tip. Veins down the length. My mouth opens in surprise as he leans down and kisses me again. I taste myself on his tongue.
“This is the part where you beg me to fuck you,” he whispers. The tip of him teases against my slit, moving up and down.
“I thought you said I couldn’t say anything dirty?”
He laughs softly, low and erotic. “What a good girl you are. Do you always follow the rules?”
“No. I mean, mostly.”
“Your room’s perfect. From what I saw of your apartment, it’s the same. I bet you color-code your calendar.”
“Multiple calendars,” I correct.
He shakes his head and bites my lower lip. “I give you permission, just this once, to ask me very politely to fuck you.”
A shiver runs down my spine. “How generous.”
“Go ahead, princess. You want me to fill you? You want me to fuck your needy little pussy? Then ask me. Go ahead and say it.”
I’m breathing hard. Anticipation makes my head dizzy. I reach up and wrap my hands behind his neck, pulling him to me. I kiss him, wanting his tongue in my mouth, his taste deep inside my brain. He pulls back and I force myself to do it before I can second-guess.
“Fuck me, Seamus. Please,fuck me.”
He lets out a low moan like that’s the most incredible moment of his life, and slowly he presses his cock against me, driving himself inside.
My back arches and I let out a gasp. He’s so big, he stretches me. It burns a little, but it also feels incredible as he slowly fills me to the brim, kissing me, licking my nipples, sucking them andpraising how good I am, how I’m so good at following his orders, and now he’ll fuck me until I’m pretty and pink and satisfied. Slowly, viciously, he pulls back and thrusts forward again, easing me down his massive length over and over until the pain fades and is replaced with toe-curling pleasure.
