And then I wait.
CHAPTER 8: Archer Bradley
The Perfect Woman
I tear open the wrapper and slide on the condom. Fuck, I’m hard. At this rate, it’ll be three pumps before I lose it.
It’s been far too long since I’ve been with a woman. While it’s true Tatum and I broke up several months ago, the real break was probably much longer than that. I can’t even remember the last time we had sex. Six months before that, maybe. You never realize it’s going to be the last time until it just…is.
And now, this gorgeous woman is bending over a couch, palms on the glass as I requested. She doesn’t seem to know who I am, or she doesn’t care—either way, she’s ready, eager, and willing, and it’s been a long time since I felt this sort of attraction to a woman. It makes me realize how very much I never want to get complacent in a relationship ever again. Or maybe I just don’t want to get into one ever again.
Once the condom is in place, I draw in a few deep breaths. I picture myself running toward the outfield wall. I focus on catching a ball. I’m trying every technique to try to calm my dick down so I can last a little longer, but the way cum was already dripping from me, it won’t be long.
I move in behind her, and I slide my hand along the smooth skin of her ass. She pushes back into my hand a little involuntarily, and I reward that with a little slap right on the round part of her cheek.
She jumps, surprised at the crack, and I run a soothing hand over the spot of the offense.
“Spread your legs,” I demand, and she does it, giving me exactly what I want. “Just like that,” I praise. I move in behind her, and my cock comes to a rest between her legs, close, so achingly close, but not inside, not yet.
She shifts back, wanting it, needing it, but I don’t give it to her yet. Her pussy rides along the outside of my cock with her movement, and I can’t help a small grunt at the feel. I fist myself and pump a few times against her clit. Her surprised “Oh!” is so goddamn sexy I nearly lose it.
I reach around her and grab onto one of her tits, and at the same time, I slide into her. I move slowly, inch by inch, as I feel her sweet cunt pull me in greedily, needy, wanting.
She lets out a moan and cries, “Oh God, oh God, oh God.”
“There’s more,” I grunt, and I push in a little more.
“Yes,” she whimpers. “Give it all to me.”
I do, pushing all the way in, and she claws at the glass as I ease back before pushing forward again.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” I mutter, going as slow as I physically can to try to draw it out, but there’s just no way I’m going to last, not with a pussy this divine. Not when I’ve needed this release so badly for far too long.
Ipick up the speed just a little, trying to wring as much pleasure out of this tryst as I can. We’ll do this again tonight, of that I’m sure. I can’t stop at just one, not with her, not when this connection with a stranger is somehow so powerful.
She feels the same, I think. I hope.
“Archer, yes, oh, God, give it to me! Faster! Harder!”
I obey her commands, harder and faster, and she reaches down between us, feeling me moving in and out of her in the V shape between her first and middle fingers. I grip onto her hips as I drive into her.
“Fuck, Mill, keep doing that,” I demand. She keeps her fingers between us, tightening them a little as she grips me as I move in and out of her. She lets go so she can rub her clit, and I open my eyes and watch her in the reflection of the glass. She snags her bottom lip between her teeth, and her eyes are closed as she leans her head back and claws at that window with one hand while touching her clit with the other.
“Open your eyes,” I demand, my voice too loud in the room, and her eyes fly open.
They’re on me in the glass, and that’s when it plows into me with the force of a thousand bricks. Heat fires all through my body, and my balls draw up as my cum shoots into the condom, pulse after quaking pulse.
I let out a low growl as I pump into her as hard and as fast as I can, pleasure rocketing between us as her dam breaks at the same time, both of us careening over some cliff and into the bliss down below. I ride it out with her, and once her convulsions start to slow, I back down my speed, too. I shift into slower, lazy thrusts before I lean forward, not quite ready to pull out yet, and press a soft kiss to her back.
“Fuck, Millie,” I whisper against her skin.
“That was incredible,” we both say at the same time.
I can’t help but smile as I pull out of her. I help her straighten to a stand, and then I pull her into my arms and kiss her. I back us up until I’m sitting on the couch, and she straddles my lap as she holds my jaw between her palms and kisses me with passion, with abandon. With need and want. With thanks. I kiss her back with everything I’ve got.
Eventually she pulls back, and she climbs off me and heads to the bathroom. Once she’s out, I take my turn in there, and she’s back in just her panties and T-shirt when I come out of the bathroom, lounging on the couch.
She glances over at me, and she smiles. “It really was incredible.”
