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“Just tell me you trust me,” he argues, his voice trembling slightly.
I shake my head. I don’t want to trust him.
We both were raised the same way. It was preached to me from the very beginning to never trust a Moore, but I don’t want to be the naive girl anymore. I’ll trust him with my body, knowing he’d never do anything to betray me this way. But outside of this room, I have to fight trusting him with anything else because our families tried to put their faith in each other once before, and it ended terribly.
“You want me to get on my knees and beg for your trust, baby? Because I will. Just say the word.” He slides off the bed, and I miss him the moment I no longer feel his touch.
I push myself off the bed by my elbows, trying to figure out what he’s doing. The way he keeps calling me baby, the way he said beg…I’m too turned on for him to just stop. I’m seconds away from opening my mouth to argue when his fingers wrap around my ankle and pull me across the bed. I yelp, my head falling to the mattress from the sudden movement. He pulls me to the end of the bed, all the way until my hips almost hang off the edge.
“Look at me,” he demands.
I listen, finding him staring up at me from between my thighs. He places my heels on his shoulders, spreading me open wide when I still have no idea if he has any intention of touching me.
“Here I am,” he announces, holding my stare. “On my knees. Is this what you wanted? What you need?”
I moan because his fingers circle my clit again. God, if only he’d apply more pressure, give me just a little bit more. He’s teasing me, and it’s driving me crazy.
“I’ll get what I want from you,” he continues, his voice matter-of-fact, like there’s not a doubt in his mind about his words. “But right now, you’re averylucky girl, Winnie. I want to eat this beautiful, soaking wet pussy of yours and give you exactly what you need. And since I’m in the business of giving you exactly what you need, your perfect cunt needs some attention from me.”
CHAPTER 33
ARCHER
I should’ve knownfrom the moment we landed in the Hamptons that this would happen. I’m normally a man with incredible restraint—except when it comes to Winnie. With her, I’m weak. I can’t seem to deny her a single thing. Her pathetic attempt to put a barrier between us did nothing to alleviate the sexual tension.
My fingertip runs through her wetness. I allow just the very tip to push inside her, wanting to see her reaction. She moans loudly and freely, making me want to slip another finger inside her and push as far inside as she’ll take me. My mind drifts to a night that feels like a lifetime ago, one where I heard her moan for the first time.
I wait. If I’m going to be the one that loses this battle and gives in to her, I’m at least going to tease—and maybe even punish her—a little for making me give in.
“Archer,” Winnie moans, her hips circling as she tries to get more friction.
“Yes, baby?”
“Please,” she pleads.
I smirk, because at least I’m not the only one begging for more when it comes to us.
“Is this what you want?” Mythumb pushes against her clit as my finger inches deeper inside her. Her pussy greedily clenches around me. My cock strains against the fabric of my briefs as I imagine what it would feel like to push inside her with my cock instead of my finger.
“Yes,” she pants, arching her back to allow me even deeper. “And more,” she adds. Her hands roam her body like she doesn’t know where to put them.
I stare at her hard nipples, which fight against the fabric of her nightgown. The moment she walked out of the bathroom wearing it, I knew I was fucked. It’s too short and too thin, making my mind race with imagining the skin it hides.
“Play with your tits, baby,” I demand, easing my finger out of her.
She lets out a moan of displeasure that sounds more like a whine. “Don’t stop,” she begs, her eyes opening to meet mine.
Fuck, she’s so sexy. The moonlight pours into the room, illuminating her perfectly. Her cheeks are flushed with pleasure, and her lips are parted in desperate need.
“I’ll start again when you do as you’re told,” I respond, watching her carefully.
Her chest stills for a moment, her breath catching at my demand. It’s only a small reaction, but I pay attention to every single one of them to find out what she likes. Judging by the way her breath hitches before picking up, I think my wife might like being bossed around in the bedroom. Which only turns me on more.
All I want to do is pull my cock out and push inside her, but I’m going to be patient and take my time with her.
One of her hands snakes up her body. She pulls the fabric of her nightgown down and frees one of her full, perfect tits. God, I want to get off my knees and cover my body with hers and take her hard nipple into my mouth. Instead, I stay put. It’s hot as fuck to watch the way she rolls the bud between her fingers before pinching it.
“Good girl,” I praise, pushing two fingers into her this time around.
