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What was the question again?
Now he’s pushing a second finger inside of me. I whimper and lock one of my hands around his forearm, making sure that he can’t pull away from me. My entire body feels hot and cold at the same time. I’m worried that I’m going to fall back off the railing, but he’s holding onto my hip so tightly I’m sure I’ll have finger shaped bruises in the morning and I love it. “I need the words, Hollie,” he says while running his lips from my neck down to my shoulder.
He’s moving his index and middle fingers in and out of my pussy in a steady rhythm. How can I answer him when I can’t seem to catch my breath? “Please, Archer,” I gasp. Trying to concentrate on anything except my orgasm that’s fast approaching seems impossible.
“Please, what, Angel? Say the words,” he commands.
I’ll say whatever the fuck this man wants me to say. He can’t stop finger fucking me right now. “Please talk dirty to me. Please fuck me.”
He makes a sound of satisfaction and moves his thumb up to my swollen clit, rubbing it back and forth firmly. “First, you need to come for me. Come for me, angel. Make that pussy gush for me.”
The combination of his dirty words, fingers filling me, and the sweet torture of my clit sets me off and white lightning is flowing through my body. My eyes roll into the back of my head and I swear I lose my sight for a moment. I can’t stop my body from shuddering while he continues to work me over.
“Good girl.”
The praise sends a shot of warmth straight to my chest. I’ve never thought about being called a good girl before, but now that’s all I want him to call me.
Archer plucks me off the ledge and spins me around, bending the upper half of my body over the railing. My legs are shaking and I’m not actually sure I’ve stopped coming yet. I hear a rustling behind me and turn my head to see him covering his rock hard erection with a condom. Thank god, he still seems to be thinking clearly because I didn’t stop for one second to think about a condom. Even though I’m relieved that he’s being safe with me, there’s the tiniest bit of disappointment. I wanted to see what he felt like inside me, with nothing between us. But I don’t want it enough to have a baby with my boss.
When he’s finished sheathing himself, he steps up behind me and pushes me down farther over the wooden railing so that my ass is pushing out against him. I wiggle my ass and can hear him moan as he takes a moment to run his cock from my clit to the entrance of my pussy and back again, coating himself in my cream. He grips my hips and thrusts forward forcibly, impaling me all the way on his cock. I let out a scream that’s both for the pleasure and the slight pain of being stretched wide so quickly.
“Good girl, let me fuck you right.” His hand wraps around the long strands of my hair and he pulls back, forcing my face up to the night sky. I’m not sure if I’m seeing literal stars or if they’re just spots in front of my vision from the intense sensations he has running through my body.
He bends over and presses his lips to mine, sweeping his tongue inside my mouth, letting me get used to the huge appendage that is now buried deep within me. He sucks my tongue into his mouth and runs his teeth across my lower lip.
I can’t stay still any longer. I need him to move. My hips gyrate against him, and he quickly picks up my signal, withdrawing from inside me until only the very tip remains. With a hard thrust, he pushes all the way back inside, making me see stars. Again and again and again. He’s still got my hair in his fist and his pelvic bone is slamming into my ass harder each time.
He brings his other hand to my front and grabs my tit, squeezing the entire thing roughly. I let out a sob and I’m not entirely sure if it’s from the slight pain or the pleasure. I’m on complete sensory overload.
“Fuck, your pussy feels like heaven. You better be close, angel.”
I nod the best I can with his hands in my hair and his pace quickening. It’s not long before he loses his pace completely and starts moving erratically inside me. I don’t know how it’s possible, but his cock swells, growing larger inside me just before he explodes, shouting my name out to the waves.
Feeling his release coating my insides pushes me over the edge one last time and my body shudders. My pussy convulses almost violently around him as he pumps two, then three more times inside me before collapsing forward across my back.
For a few moments, neither of us says a word. All I can hear is the crashing of the waves and both of our ragged breathing. We eventually pull apart and start gathering our discarded clothing, silently pulling them back on piece by piece.
∞
Thirty minutes later, I’m tucked safely back into my lavish hotel room. Alone.
I can’t believe I just fucked Archer on the porch of a derelict beach bungalow. And it was dirty, rough, and fast. I was not prepared. I honestly didn’t even know that sex could be like that. It was all-consuming. I felt half out of my mind. If what we just had was sex, what the hell did I have before?
Archer played my body like an instrument he’d been training to master for years. I’ve never had three orgasms in the same night, let alone back to back before. He’s showing me I’m capable of things I never even thought of. Part of me, that insecure bitch we all have inside, whispers to me,he must have had a lot of practice to be that good. A lot of broken hearts in his wake. Be careful or you’ll be next.
I don’t want to think about Archer’s past conquests, but I can’t seem to stop myself. I wonder how I stack up against the supermodels and actresses he’s been out with. He probably thinks I don’t even come close.
After the hottest fuck I’ll probably ever have in my life, we quickly got dressed, barely saying a word to one another. I didn’t know what to say. Part of me wanted to reassure him I didn’t think that this meant anything. The last thing I wanted was for him to worry that I would become some psycho who would follow him around after she got one taste of him. That’s not my style. I’m a big girl, I understand how men like Archer work. A quick release and then on to the next.
He didn’t go completely cold on me when we were done, but he had put distance between us. He quietly helped me back into my dress and pulled the zipper up my spine, securing it back on my body. We walked back to the chauffeured car in companionable silence, but I couldn’t help but notice that for the first time all day, Archer didn’t have his hands on me. I felt a slight tug inside my chest. Who would have thought that I would have gotten used to him touching me in such a short amount of time? Who would have thought that I would miss it?
It was fine. I didn’t expect anything from him. But when he said thatright nowI was his type, I didn’t think the window forright nowwould close so quickly.
I thought about inviting him into my room for a drink and perhaps a repeat performance, but he was so quick to say goodnight and leave me in the hallway that I didn’t even get a chance. So here I am, alone in my fancy hotel suite, and thinking about how he rocked my world, while he’s only one wall away.
God, what if I was horrible, and he didn’t like it? No way, I don’t think he could fake the reactions he was having. But then again, what do I know? I’m practically a born again virgin. Or I was until tonight.
I let out a groan and bury my face in my hands. Of all the unprofessional things I’ve done, saying this is the worst would be an understatement. God, I hope he doesn’t fire me.
