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I see possessiveness in his eyes as he watches me take every inch of his cock and suck hard. With a guttural shout, he pulls out of my mouth and slams back in, taking what I’m offering and fucking my mouth. When I know he’s close, just like he did with me, I pull back and wipe my lips with my fingers and grin.
“Beg,” I command, using his order against him.
Watching this powerful criminal come apart from my touch and taste is enough to have me dripping with confidence. He’s pressed against the wall like he might fall if not for the support, his breathing ragged. His usually pink lips are raw from my own, and his cheeks are flushed with need. All of his usual careful control is gone as his cock bobs and glistens with his pre-cum and my saliva, and his hands are fisted so tightly, his knuckles are white.
“Beg,” I drawl as I drop to my hands and knees and crawl over, whispering my mouth over the tip of his cock as he swallows. “Beg for me to let you come.”
His eyes close as he tries to breathe through his desire, but I won’t let him. I dart my tongue out and taste the tip of his cock. With a groan, he surges forward. I lose my balance and fall, my back hitting the floor. Before I can regain my balance, he drops and pins me down, his arms shaking on either side of my head as his legs pin my hips.
“You want to drive me wild, Genevieve?” he snarls, nipping my chin as I groan and rub myself against him. “You have since the first fucking moment I laid eyes on you and every day since. You make me crazy with my need to have you, so do not fucking think I’m above begging when you are everything I have ever needed or desired. You drive me crazy,” he admits, his voice snarling, despite his words. “Your incessant teasing, the little outfits and flashes of skin begging for my mouth, your touches…your eyes. Every inch of you was made for me, and I’m tired of holding back. You are ours, you are mine, and you are going to know what that means.” Leaning down, he presses a single, hard kiss to my lips.
“You want me wild? You are about to see just what that means, Birdie,” he adds.
He flips me, pressing me flat as he parts my thighs. With rough fingers, he fucks my pussy quickly, finding me dripping for him before he drags my ass into the air. With my cheek pressed to the tile floor, I try to grip onto something, anything, but he doesn’t let me. His hands grab mine, and then he jerks them to my lower back, keeping them locked there by my wrists. I feel his hard cock press against my obscenely wet cunt.
My back arches as I’m locked and held in position for him.
Despite the position, I feel nothing but in control as he drags his cock down my folds and slams into me in one smooth thrust. The force of it sends me forward on the tiles, and my breath is ripped from me in a cry of desire. Pulling out with a snarl, he slams back in, fucking me hard and fast, forcing me to take his huge cock. He angles me so every time he slams into me, he hits those nerves that have me crying out louder.
Feral is the only word I can use to describe him, and I love it, taking every inch of him as he snarls words I can’t understand.
It isn’t long before I’m screaming another release, this time around his cock. He fights me, of course. He fights to keep fucking me, the slap of skin loud as he tightens his hold on my hands, hoisting them up until it almost hurts, until that edge of pain has me crying.
The room could be ripped apart by a storm right now, it could be set on fire or bombed, and I wouldn’t notice. Fuck, it feels like the world should tremble with us, with the force of our need for each other.
Neither of us is able to get enough as he stops so suddenly, I almost cry out in disappointment before he picks me up and throws me back onto the table, face down. Plates and glasses smash on the floor, but we ignore them as I slam myself back on his cock before he has time to take control, dropping my head with a moan.
Both of us slam against each other, my need to take him just as strong as his need to take me. I want to make him mine.
He says I drive him crazy, but I know the feeling. I hated him just as much as I wanted him. I craved his looks, his touches, and his praises. Nobody should have that kind of control over someone else, but I can’t seem to care. Not when I’m swept away in their world of guns, violence, and crime. Not when it gets me everything I want.
Archer is all animal as he jerks out of me and flips me again, my shoulder blades slamming against the old wood and probably leaving bruises behind, but I don’t care. The only thing I care about is the way he looms over me, the way he thrusts inside of me, and the way his cock touches something so deep inside, it’s almost painful. All I care about is that feral glint in his eyes.
His mouth drops to my breasts, where he bites and licks, abusing my aching nipples. The table squeaks with the force of our fucking, the screws probably backing out. “God, don’t you dare stop,” I tell him, scoring his back with my nails, but he only slams into me faster. The wet sounds of bodies only makes me moan. He leaves marks across my chest before he presses his lips to mine, but we are unable to keep the kiss. Straightening, he grabs my legs for leverage, grinding his teeth with the force of holding back his release.
Throwing my legs over his shoulders, he deepens his hold on me, and I lose myself in another orgasm, but this time, he lets himself go with me. Slamming into me twice more, he hits so deeply, I nearly cry with the force of yet another orgasm. He yells roughly, pressing himself as tightly against me as he can, filling me with his cum.
We stay locked like that before he falls forward, panting as hard as I am. My racing heart matches his, and then when he blinks his eyes open, the soft, unguarded smile he gives me sends it stuttering. Turning his head, he kisses the skin above my heart before stepping back as he stands. Both of us moan from the loss of contact. My legs fall open, useless. I couldn’t move if I tried. I feel his cum dripping from me, and I can’t even be embarrassed as he watches with hunger flashing across his face. He scoops it up with his fingers and shoves it back inside me.
“You’ll keep every drop of me inside of you so everyone will know whom you belong to,” he snaps.
Fucking hell.
Archer just made every inch of me his, and I can’t wait to do it again.
