“Archer,” I whine, moving my hips in an attempt to feel him again. “I was so close.”
“I know, angel.” His hand settles on my stomach, holding me flat to the desk. “I’m going to fuck you now. You can come all you want once I’m inside you.”
He steps forward, his hips flush with the edge of the desk. I look down, and a gasp rings out as I take in the size of his cock.
“Oh my God,” I whisper, dread replacing some of the desire thrumming in my veins. “There’s no fucking way.”
His mouth tips in a smirk as he reaches down, dragging his fingers up my slicked center. I gasp as he pushes two inside easily, then a third.
“You’re ready for me, angel.” His words hold a dark promise I don’t fully understand. “You can take it.”
Without warning, Archer pulls his fingers from me, leaving me empty and wanting. His eyes light with hunger as he wraps his fist around his hard length, easing the tip toward my dripping center.
The head eases in, stretching me and bringing tears to my eyes.
“That’s it,” he rasps, relentlessly pushing deeper, not giving me time to breathe. “You’re doing so good. Just a little more.There. Right there. Oh my fucking God.” His head tips back with a groan as his cock hits the deepest part of me. “This pussy is so perfect.”
He reaches forward, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me up. “Look,” he orders, moving my chin down to my chest so I’m forced to look at our joined bodies. “Look how wellyou take me, angel. Your body was fucking made for taking my cock. So perfect and full.”
He reaches up, cupping my breast as he lowers his mouth, sucking hard, his tongue swirling and teasing my nipple. I cry out, heat coiling low in my belly as Archer moves in me, his hips jerking once, twice, and seating deep inside me once more.
His grip tightens as his head tips back, a powerful groan shaking the walls of his office as his cock begins pulsing, his abdomen rippling as he releases deep inside me.
My eyes widen with alarm. “Are… are you coming inside me?”
Instead of answering, Archer's hand covers my mouth, holding me to the table as he thrusts, rutting me into the table. He’s still coming, his cock still rock hard inside me, and there’s nothing I can do but take it.
“Fuck.” His grip becomes painful as he continues fucking me violently, but I love it all the more. “Fuck, yes.”
With his tortured groan, I come undone. Stars spark in my eyes as my orgasm rips through me, so sudden and powerful, my vision goes dark.
When I come to, Archer is sliding in and out of me slowly, peppering my face and neck with tender kisses. His hands roam over my body, touching every inch of me, worshipping my curves. When he’s done, he brushes my hair off my forehead before cupping my face, his eyes full of wonder.
“That was… amazing…”
My head is still spinning from the wild sex, but I’m all too aware of Archer’s cock sitting deep inside me, pulsing with the last of his release.
Although it doesn’t seem to be going down…
He grins, as if he knows what I’m thinking about. “I’m not done with you, Grace. Not even close.”
He takes me on the sofa, against the wall, on the floor, and then back on the desk. By the time he’s finished, my body is completely spent, Archer’s office is covered in our sex, and I don’t think I can keep my eyes open a moment longer.
Thankfully, Archer has no plans to let me go home. He scoops my body into his arms, walking us over to the couch at the far end of the room, and lies down with me on his chest.
He rubs his hand up and down my spine, whispering words in my ear that I can’t quite comprehend. He feels so safe, and so warm, I can’t help but let my eyes slide closed.
And I fall.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
SEVEN
Grace sleeps straightthrough the night. Meanwhile, I’ve been awake the entire time, counting her breaths and watching her eyelids twitch as she slumbered. Right now, a little line of drool falls from the side of her lips onto my chest, and the only thing I can think of is how adorable it is.
I’m so content from last night, I can’t find it in myself to be angry that she didn’t wear her plug yesterday like she was supposed to. I should punish her, but I’d much rather stay cuddled up with her on the couch.Maybe later…
She lets out a snore, and I press a kiss to the top of her head, my cock twitching as she moves her body against mine. Both of us are still naked, with nothing but a small blanket covering our entwined bodies on the couch.I wish we could always be like this.My chest squeezes with an unfamiliar emotion, but I shove it to the back of my mind so I don’t have to deal with it.
