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Willow
The days that follow Archer’s declaration are spent in the bed of my loft apartment above Moxie Misfits. We make love and then fuck like wild beasts. He spanks me like the bad girl he tells me I am and blows my ever-loving mind. It’s been bliss.
Just me and Archie, in our own world, ignoring everyone and everything else. Tonight marks the third night we’ve hidden away. I order take out, and we’ve been drinking vodka all night. The two of us are currently tangled in my huge California king bed with giant, overstuffed pillows everywhere. His mouth skims along my shoulder. Hot breath dancing over my skin, eliciting goosebumps. I arch my bare ass back into his groin and love his possessive growl.
“God, I can’t get enough of you.”
“The hunger is mutual,” I say breathlessly as he trails his tongue over to my breasts.
“Let’s play a game.”
I look down and watch as he circles my areola and gasp when he takes me into his mouth, sucking so hard I’m forced to arch my back. The pleasure, shooting off fireworks behind my closed eyelids.
“You win!” I yell and take a fistful of his hair, pulling him closer, loving the way he makes me feel.
His laugh is sinister as he lets my nipple go with a pop to attack the other one, using the same strong suction, and biting lightly until I scream my enjoyment.
“You like that, baby? What else? Tell me what you want?” I’m shocked he’s really asking, but remember he said game. Archer is my complete sexual counterpart, so when he opens the doors to trying something new, and gives me the control, I always take it.
“Control,” I pant my words down at him as he skims his wet tongue over my belly and into my button, where he halts.
“Whatever you want,” he says with a nip to my hip, then slowly makes his way back up to the pillow beside me. Excitement courses through me, and I throw my leg over his hips and straddle him.
“What if what I want is to make you happy?”
“You already win then, Willow. I’ve never been happier.”
His words pierce me in the best way. They run through my veins and fill my scarred heart with new possibilities.
“God, I love you.” I kiss him hard and possessively, so he knows I want to own him the same way he owns me. Fierce and searing, but I don’t stop at his lips. I spend time on his neck, causing him to make delicious sounds from the pleasure I’m giving him. I nip at his collarbone and get a beastly growl that sends desire between my legs.
Sitting up, I slide my wet pussy over his throbbing cock, teasing us both, but remind myself to play the game. On the table beside us is the half-empty bottle of vodka, and an assortment of candy.
I grin wickedly down at him as a diabolical plan forms…
“Tell me you love me Archie,” I say, rocking against him, sliding across his dick masterfully, bending over just enough to watch his expression as his head rolls back.
“I am madly in love with you, baby.”
At his answer, I tear into the candy, pour a small amount into my mouth, then fill my mouth with a splash of vodka. Scooting down his legs, I then put his crown in my mouth. His head shoots up, and his eyes are huge with surprise, but the sound he makes is a moan of delight. I suck on his tip, letting the candy rocks pop, and loving the small jerks of his tension-filled legs. He moans my name.
“Baby, you feel unbelievable.”
I take him a little deeper as the candy melts and moan my own pleasure at being able to shock him. Not exactly a spanking, but I don’t think he would appreciate that as much as this. The thought makes me laugh, which grabs his attention.
“Come here.”
I deny his request, and as the last pop-rock pops into my mouth, I plunge down, taking his length as deep as I can. He roars as his head falls back. It’s dark in my room, but I still know it’s a beautiful sight. I rear back, then take him again and again, my momentum building both in my quickening actions and the wetness between my folds.
“Stop!” he shouts. “God, I can’t take it anymore. I need you.”
At his desperation, I cave and move up his body, more than ready to take him inside me, but when I try, he pulls me up farther.
“Fuck my face, baby.”
His dirty words only make me hotter, and I happily straddle that handsome baby face. Hot like molten lava, his tongue slides across my pussy. I take hold of the bedframe as waves of pleasure roll through me. My head falls back, and I yell his name as I fuck his face, grinding as he swipes his tongue across my center. I try my best to stay balanced, throwing my hips forward and back, relishing in the amazing feeling, and when I come, an explosion of colors burst behind my eyes, and my legs shake as I fall over onto the mattress.
“You taste so good,” Archer says, rolling to his side and pressing soft kisses to my chest with my right boob in his hand. I’m still coming down from the physically and mentally consuming orgasm, and I’m extra sensitive.
“Too much,” I choke out. I’m still panting and vibrating with my release, and when he nods, I get the false impression he’ll let me be, but of course, he doesn’t. He blows out a rush of hot breath that cascades across my skin, making me arch and moan simultaneously. Seconds later, he’s hovering over my body, looking down at me but not letting our skin touch.
“How about this?” He blows across me again, the sensation rolling over me and prickling my skin.
“Yes!” I say, surprised that his breath is working me up again so soon.
“I live to make you happy, Willow. Tell me what you want, and it’s yours.” His words fall across my skin and seep into my heart. Every word I know to be true, and when he pushes inside me, he fills me completely.
Archer and I may come from different worlds, but together we’ll make our own, no matter the odds.
The End
