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Every touch seemed to set my skin on fire. I felt like I could orgasm right then and there.
He gently lifted each ankle one at a time as he helped me out of my shoes, then undid my garters and rolled my stockings down my legs. I was more than capable, of course, of undressing myself, but I didn’t dare suggest that.
As I stepped out of my stockings, Archer grabbed my hips, threading his fingers through the waistband of my satin g-string.
My pussy screamed for his touch.
His hands skimmed over the curve of my hips, over my trembling bottom, still tingling from the well-placed smack he’d laid down only minutes before, and finally—finally—he grabbed my panties and pulled them down to the floor.
Normally, I’d feel exposed, self-conscious, vulnerable. I’d be shy and try to cover. But I was only thankful and ready.
Archer’s body pressed against mine, his face squishing into my belly, soft kisses pressed onto my navel. I threaded my fingers through his red locks, he reached around and unhooked my bra, letting it fall to the ground. He squeezed tightly as he lifted me, standing as he did so, with his face now pressed into my cleavage and my body towering over his head as he awkwardly carried me down a short hallway.
His bedroom was exactly how I’d have pictured it. Dark powerful furniture, a palette of navy, gray and black, and a sleek four-poster bed that he dropped me spread eagle into the center of, with my legs hanging off the mattress. Once again, he knelt, this time between my legs, with his head poised at my entrance, his mouth so close to my pussy, I could feel his hot breath.
Fuck. I needed him. Why was this taking so long?
“Daddy, please,” I whimpered.
His fingers slid along my slick folds, teasing my outer lips, and finally, when I felt like I might cry from the anticipation, he slipped them inside me. His thumb stroked my clit. Holy hell. I felt like I could come already, just from the build-up.
“Oh god!” I cried, tossing my head back, staring up at the ceiling, biting my lip.
His mouth closed over me, his fingers still inside.
Fuck.
My chest heaved as he licked and teased my entrance with his tongue, fucking me with his fingers while he tasted every inch of me. Heat rose through my body like an inferno. What was he doing to me? As much as I wanted to savor the moment as long as possible, I wasn’t going to last.
As if he could read my mind, he pulled away and grinned up at me. “Come, babygirl. I promise it won’t be the only time tonight. Daddy’s just getting started.”
As if all I had been waiting for was permission, I came, screaming in ecstasy as he resumed eating me out. He was a wild man, gripping my bottom with his fingers, the tips digging into my tender skin, taking everything I had to give, draining me. When he finally pulled away, I was limp and breathless. In that moment I could have died a very happy woman.
But he stood and, towering over me, began to undress, giving me a show I’d only dreamed about as he first ditched his suit jacket, and then slowly worked every button on his shirt, pulling it open to reveal chiseled pecs and eight-pack abs, decorated with a smattering of fine auburn curls. I pulled my head off the bed for a better view, practically drooling as I watched the shirt fall to the floor.
His hands went to his waist, resting at the buckle of a belt I knew was made from the finest Italian leather. His eyes met mine, and he winked. “Someday I will stripe your ass with this belt. Someday this will be a vision you will both love and hate. Someday you will watch me take off my belt and know the next thing you feel will be the leather lashing across your ass.”
My chest heaved as I watched him slide it through the loops of his slacks. As he slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his fly. His slacks slid over his thighs and calves to pool on the floor. He was standing in front of me in only tight black boxer-briefs that barely hid his bulging erection.
It seemed… large. Abnormally so. Was it the angle? Confused, I pulled up to lean on my elbows trying for a better look. The new perspective didn’t change anything.
He took a step toward me, resting his hands on his hips.
I sat all the way up and he stepped closer.
I scooted to the edge of the bed.
He stepped between my legs, and grabbed my hands, resting them where his hand just been.
“Do you want Daddy’s cock?”
He guided my hands into the edge of his waistband and covered them with his as I tugged the fabric down over his hips and thighs. My eyes had been on his, but when I looked down, my mouth dropped open in shock.
His cock was huge, not that I’d had much to compare it to, but it was long and thick, and really did seem like it would tear me up.
I couldn’t stop staring. I didn’t until he hooked his fingers under my chin and lifted my face up until our eyes met. I gulped. He smiled knowingly. Damn.
“Daddy wants to claim every hole you have tonight. I want to make you mine.”
