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“Tell me what you need,” he growls, sliding one hand into the front of my panties.
He cradles my clit between two fingers. My breath catches in my throat as he massages me with firm strokes.
“Lilah…”
His voice passes through my ears and travels down my back, igniting every dormant nerve. My entire body shakes for him and he knows it.
His lips curl. “It’s not just the orgasm, is it?” He leans in closer as his hands work me a little faster. “You could just do that yourself. No… you need to get fucked.”
I gasp as climax takes hold of me. I hold onto his thick arms, relying on his strength to hold me up as my knees give out and I writhe against his hand.
I find my balance again and heave an impatient breath. “You need to shut up and do it already.”
Archer laughs and bends over to pick me up. I wrap my legs around him as he carries me to the back. “Any final requests?” he asks.
I fall to the bed and reach for his belt. “You can come anywhere you want. Just don’t do it inside.”
His brow bounces. “That’s all?”
“Do not come inside me,” I say, adding bite to my tone to show I’m serious.
He raises his hands in surrender. “Yes, ma’am.”
I slide his zipper down and my mouth waters. He pushes my hair back to get a better view of my face. I’ve honestly looked forward to sucking this cock since I first saw it in that hotel room. It stands hard in front of me, veins pulsing and precum smeared along the tip. Archer burrows his fingers in my hair and bites his cheek, waiting until I part my lips.
I grip the base and guide it toward my mouth, licking my lips before finally taking him inside. He sighs above me as I suck the tip, turning me on even more as his grip on my hair tightens. He doesn’t force it deeper. He lets me do as I please. His pleasure, his warm flavor. It spurs the need in me and before I know it, the throbbing between my thighs returns with a vengeance.
Archer leans back and his cock slips from my mouth. “Lie down,” he tells me.
I slide backward, watching as he pushes his pants down to his ankles. I lose myself in his naked form, letting my eyes travel over the hills and valleys of his thick muscles as he makes his way onto the bed.
Archer grabs my panties and pulls them down. He tosses them away and his eyes stay bewitched on my curves as I spread my knees for him. He crawls on top of me, his cock pressing against my entrance, but he doesn’t thrust. He towers over me, letting his eyes wander my body and they once again linger on my cobra tattoo.
“What?” I ask.
Archer guides my arms upward and he pins my wrists above my head. “I love the way it looks on you,” he whispers, kissing me harder and I twitch with urgent need.
He releases my hands and descends me, leaving a trail of kisses between my breasts and down my abs. He traces the black ink with his tongue, fueling the fire in me as he travels closer to my begging slit.
I raise my knees to his shoulders and his eyes slowly rise. My thighs hug his ears and his face fills with cautious uncertainty.
He’s the one who said he liked a bit of danger in his bed. I could easily snap his neck right now. I won’t… but you’d be surprised the difference a touch of adrenaline can make in bed.
The fear fades as quickly as it arrived. Archer runs his stubble along my inner thighs. He purses his lips and blows a bit of cool air against my already sensitive clit. My back arches as shivers dance throughout my body. It’s almost enough to make me come all over his face, but I hold back so I can feel his tongue on me.
Archer nibbles my folds, teasing every inch of me before he finally licks circles around the bud. I moan for him, bucking my hips for a firmer touch and he presses his face in harder. My thighs quiver. My entire body tightens more with every satisfying lap he gives me.
He pulls away and I cringe with disappointment. Before I can catch my breath, he grips my body and turns me around. I balance on my knees as he falls into place behind me. His thick erection presses into me again and I burn even more for him. I still ache from the delicious pain of him stretching me out on that table and I want nothing more than to feel that again.
His hand touches my back and he pushes me down, forcing my face against his pillow. “Give me your hands,” he growls.
I crane my neck to look at him as he reaches forward with a pair of handcuffs.
My flight instincts kick in, but Archer grabs my left wrist and expertly cuffs me before I can escape. “Archer—”
He overwhelms me and takes hold of my other wrist. “Don’t worry, love,” he says, pulling my arms taut behind me. “I thought I couldn’t hurt you even if I tried.”
I shudder as the second cuff clicks into place. “I told you not to call me that.”
