Page 54 of Arranged Control
He rips into me. I grind back against him. The lounge chair rattles against the balcony as we fuck like animals. His hands are in my hair, his mouth on my lips, and I buck down along his shaft over and over again. I don’t care who hears us. I don’t even know my stupid neighbors.
All I want is him. Seamus, my bastard husband. He thinks I’m so buttoned-up? He thinks I’m just formal and stilted?
He can go to hell.
I ride his dick, every single inch of it. He kisses me, fisting my hair, moaning into my mouth.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I gasp, pushing back harder. I’m half sure the chair’s about to break. I kind of hope it does. “Oh my god, keep going.”
“I knew there was a goddess under all those layers of schedules and lists. Under all those strict rules, you’re just a filthy fucking slut waiting to be filled up, isn’t that right?”
“God, yes. Fill me. Use me. Make me come.”
“That’s right, princess. You’ll break for me. You’ll shatter like the dirty fucking girl you are. Tell me you want it.”
“I want it so badly.”
“Tell me you’re filthy.”
“I’m filthy, Seamus. I’m all yours.”
“This pussy is all mine.” He grips my ass and rams into me. We hit a rhythm and I’m right on the edge. My lips are tingling andmy head’s a mess. Dimly, I’m aware that I’m doing it again. But I’m not sure whatitis and don’t really care.
“Come for me,” he whispers, gripping my hair tight. “Come for your husband, you filthy fucking slut.”
My triggers fully pull and that’s all I need.
The orgasm rips into my core. I can barely breathe as he keeps fucking me. I go boneless and weak as bliss tears me in half. It feels so good I can barely speak, and he keeps going. When the orgasm peaks and begins to pass, I pull back, gasping for breath. Sweat rolls down his perfect chest.
“Mouth,” he commands. “Right now.” I slip off him, dropping to my knees. “That’s a good girl. Lick me clean. Suck me now.”
I taste myself on his shaft as I whimper and suck, his right hand gripping the base of his shaft, but he barely lasts a few seconds before he’s coming in my mouth. I swallow him, moaning, and lovingly clean his shaft when he’s done.
“That’s such a good girl,” he whispers, pulling me into his lap again, big arms wrapped around my body. “Such a good girl.”
I snuggle into his chest, grinning.
Wasn’t there something we had to talk about?
Doesn’t matter.
Chapter 17
Seamus
Alina lugs a heavy suitcase out of the car. I walk over and take it from her. “What do you have in here?”
“Just a few things,” she says casually.
I haul the bag up the steps and into my house. “Rocks and lead cannonballs?”
“Clothes mostly.”
“There’s no way your clothes weigh this much,” I grumble as I dump the bag down in my bedroom.
She grins and shrugs slightly before unzipping. “Like I said. Just a few things.”
I swear she’s got half her wardrobe in there. At least I hope she does. Otherwise I’ll have to buy a bigger house.
