The Arrangement (unenhanced Edition) by AnnaRCase (books to read now .txt) 📖

                “Say my name,” she whispered into his ear as she nibbled on the lobe.

                “Meg,” he said breathlessly.

She continued to stroke his shaft in long, slow strides as she spoke near his ear. She licked down his neck from his ear to his collarbone. His body spasmed at her touch.

                “And what do you want to do to me?”

                “Fuck you Meg. I want to fuck you.”

She grinned at him before she grabbed a sponge. She used a generous amount of soap as she placed the sponge against his chest. Up and down, teasing ever so closer to his cock. She worked him up into a crescendo before she even reached his cock. She took great care to suds him up properly, giving attention to his balls as well. She cupped each of them in turn. The balls were often neglected after all.

“It’s your Birthday. Fuck me. I want you to take me,” she demanded.

She spread her legs to him eagerly. That was certainly an invitation. He grabbed her hips and pulled her to him. With the soap adorning both their bodies, and her cunt leaking, he slipped inside her easily. He held onto her hips as his thrusts and grunts picked up speed and zeal. She placed her legs on the side of the tub to allow him free range of her pussy. But with just a few good thrusts and grunts, it was over as he went over the edge.

Well that was disappointing on her end for sure. But all that mattered was the mark who leaned back in the tub with his eyes still closed, red faced, and breathing like man having an asthma attack. And when the name Meg was uttered from his lips, Amberleigh knew she had another satisfied customer. And that the real Meg hadn’t missed out on anything either.

She slid up to sit on the side of the tub while her mark was in his post fuck paradise. But who said the celebrations had to be over so soon? She reached for the towel and made slow work of drying her body off, before she grabbed a bottle of oil. She definitely had the Birthday boy’s attention as she worked the oil over the swell of her breasts, down her peaked nipples, and across her toned belly. He was grunting again as she worked the slick oil up her long, tanned legs, and across her thighs. Cries of pleasure flew from her lips, and her body felt heightened, like her every touch sent tingles down her core.

She was panting just as loudly as her mark when she opened her legs wide, a perfect view at his eye level. She traced her fingers over the geography of her slit. She pushed a finger inside her opening, satisfied at the moistness she found there. And it certainly wasn’t just from the water. She gave the Birthday Boy another show. A perfect dream of a voyeur. Or more aptly, the perfect wet dream.