Page 13 of Arranged Addiction
“You didn’t see it?” He tugs at my panties, ravishing and impatient. I moan as he kisses the top of my pubic hair, my panties around my knees, his mouth going lower and lower, teasing and probing as he makes me spread my legs as far as I can, stretching the underwear to the limit.
“I didn’t… no, I never…” I can’t form a coherent thought.
Declan is down on his knees. This massive, beautiful man is looking atmelike I’m a work of art. It’s too much. My brain’s overloading.
When his mouth finds my pussy, I have to bite a knuckle to keep from screaming.
“You should have been more observant then, Casey,” he scolds, licking along my folds.
Holy shit. It’s messed up how hot it is to hear him correcting me while licking my pussy.
“I’m… I’m sorry, sir.”
“Do better next time.” His tongue licks me, teasing up and down my slit. “If you’re going to work for me, you’d better notice the details.”
“I’ll try, sir.”
“Try harder.” He licks my clit with a soft, sensual moan.
I’m going to lose my freaking mind.
His fingers slide up and down my wet slit, teasing me as he pulls back to stare into my eyes.
“You’re soaking wet, Casey.”
“I know… I’m sorry…”
“Stop apologizing.”
“I will, sorry, I mean—” I moan as he slides a finger inside of me. “Yes, sir, I will.”
“That’s a good girl.” He slides the finger in deep and curls it. Fuck, that feels so goddamn incredible. I’m moaning, gripping his hair, inches from shattering already. “Ilikehow wet you are. Ilikethe way you look at me when you think I don’t notice. I like how you hate me and call me Boss Bastard behind my back and act like I’m nothing but a monster, but all the while, you still stare at me and picture what it would be like to have my body smothering yours as my thick cock fills you up.”
“Oh my god,” I say, back arching. I grind down into his palm. “You… you know what we call you?”
“I knoweverything, Casey.”
The finger slides out. I gasp in alarm as he wrenches off my panties. He unbuckles my shoes and throws them aside before unzipping my dress. It slips off, pooling around my ankles, as he stands.
I stare as he takes off his cashmere sweater. He folds it neatly and places it on a chair. I watch him unbutton his shirt, trembling, still hanging by a thread. I was inches from coming. Seconds from breaking. One stroke, one word?—
But he knew. Of course he knew. And now he’s doing this on purpose. I stand there in my bra, nothing on the bottom, as Declan strips down to my opposite.
He’s bare on top. His skin is smooth, tanned, and his body is perfectly sculpted. I’ve never seen so much delicious muscle in all my life. He’s beyond fit for a man his age. It’s absurd, the way he looks.
Then there are his boxer briefs. His muscular thighs. His firm ass.
And the outline of his hard cock.
Thick and long.
Waybigger than I ever imagined.
I feel like a lump of coal beside a diamond.
But when he looks at me, I swear it’s like I’m the jewel.
His eyes blaze with how badly he wants me.
