Page 91 of A Devious Arrangement
Bash groans and sucks my clit as he delves two fingers, fucking them into me. Pleasure ripples down my spine, and it builds and builds as every muscle in my body clenches. He adds another finger, curling them into the sensitive part of my core, and I cry out as my orgasm ripples through me.
I collapse, gasping as my release continues to pulse. He draws it out longer with his soft touches until I flinch away, too sensitive for any more. Bash places sweet kisses along my hip bone as I come down from my high, still dizzy from breathing so hard. Or was I holding my breath?
He never fails to make me lose myself, forgetting any worry or guilt I’ve ever held. All that matters is him, touching me…loving me.
Warmth builds in my chest, and my ribs expand. This man is promising me with both his words and his body. I look down, and he’s smirking at me.
“Don’t look so proud of yourself.”
Bash might as well be the Cheshire cat for how hard he’s grinning. “No promises.”
His hand shifts between my legs, and I squeal as he runs his fingers through my overly sensitive core, dragging my wetness from my clit all the way back. I jerk when he presses down on my back hole. His dark eyes meet mine, and he does it again.
It feels good and wrong at the same time. I quiver as he swirls his fingers and promises, “I’m going to take you here. I’m going to make every inch of you mine.”
I swallow hard, knowing it’s more than just a promise.
He moves his tongue to my clit, following the same path as his fingers press into my ass, agonizingly slow, melting my mind until I’m pressing against him, the need for more taking over. He groans in the back of his throat as he pushes his pinky finger into me, sucking my clit hard, leaving nothing but pleasure.
I’ve never thought I’d want this before, but I’m suddenly dying for his touch. His promise sends tingles prickling along my skin. With each of his movements, I grow more desperate as he builds another orgasm. This one’s deeper, like he’s trying to pull it from my very soul.
I’m shaking by the time he sinks two fingers into my core, pleasure erupting through me like an explosion.
“That’s it, baby. Come all over my hand. Come picturing me fucking your ass.”
Another release rocks through me, and my vision goes white with the force.
Bash is stroking my cheek when I finally come down. “Breathe. You’ve got to breathe, Stasia.”
I take a breath, too out of it to do anything but listen. At this point, he’s in full control.
“You are such a good girl.” He shifts over me and notches his head to my entrance, sinking into me before I can process what’s happening. I’m stretched wide, barely able to take him as he grows even larger, filling every inch of me until the only thing I can think of is his touch.
Bash’s cupping my chin, his movements slow as he enters me tenderly. “I love you, Anastasia.”
His mouth is soft and warm as he kisses me gently, as he takes his time memorizing the contours of my mouth. Histhrusts are slow and controlled as if he knows he has all the time in the world. Every time he enters me, it feels like he’s confessing his love. His lids are hooded as he takes me in slow, easy movements, carefully stoking a flame within me, building another orgasm. It shouldn’t be possible to come this many times, but he won’t stop until he’s wrung out every last ounce of pleasure.
As my release grows, I grow restless, needing more to bring me over the edge. My hips shift, and I hook my heels behind Bash’s thighs, yanking him toward me. He growls low in his throat, biting my neck.
“If you do that, I’ll come right away.”
Giddiness bubbles in my chest at the thought of making this man lose control. I grind myself down, forcing him deeper.
He stills on top of me, his breaths coming out ragged before sitting up so he’s kneeling and lifting my ass off the bed. “I warned you.”
His hips snap into me with a pounding force. I can’t do anything but take it as he thrusts into me over and over, claiming me. My pussy clenches as another release threatens to break me apart. I scrape my nails down his chest, and it drives him harder.
I’m crying out his name as he rips another orgasm from me. His movements turn jerky as he growls, spurting hot cum into my core.
He collapses on top of me, careful not to crush me with all of his weight, and nuzzles my neck. “I love you so fucking much.”
We stay like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, breathing each other’s air. I want to believe all of this is real. That I can have everything I want. That I deserve it. The doorbell rings, and Bash groans.
“This better be important, or I’m going to kill them.” He swings his legs over the side of the bed, twisting to bring thecovers up to my neck and tuck them around me. He places a delicate kiss on my forehead. “I’ll be right back.”
His back muscles flex as he puts on a pair of dark gray jogging pants that curve around his ass perfectly. Honestly, I’ve never been a butt girl, but I think I’ve been converted. His hair’s messy from where I ran my fingers through it, and he’s wearing a sleepy smile.
“You keep looking at me like that, Princess, and I’m going to crawl back into bed.” His voice is a low rasp.
