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“Fuck.” Archer’s the one to speak first. “My cock fits perfectly. Like it was made for you and you were made for me.”
I moan, his words driving me crazy.More. I need more of him. My back arches off the bed, and the new position allows him to go even deeper.
He rolls his hips back, pulling out and pushing in. He repeats the motion over and over, picking up the pace each time until his hips are slapping against the backs of my thighs in a quick rhythm.
His pace is punishing in the most euphoric of ways. I’ve never been more thankful to be on the opposite side of the house than everyone else. Neither one of us is quiet as he continues to drill into me.
“Goddamn, you’re so tight.” The moan that falls from Archer’s lips is the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. I didn’t know a man could moan like that, and it’s the hottest thing in the world. I love that our sounds of pleasure and our skin slapping against each other fill the room.
My nails dig into his back as I try to keep him as close to me as possible. He can’t possibly get any deeper,but I want—need—more from him. I keep one hand on his back and let the other slide up his body until my fingers find the back of his neck. I pull on him, bringing his head down so he can kiss me.
He takes the hint immediately, his tongue possessively sliding into my mouth. The swipe of it falls in line with the rhythm of his hips. He stretches me every time he pushes inside, and it almost feels like it’s too much.
I think even having him inside me all night won’t satisfy my need for him.
I moan. He moans. Sweat drips down my spine from the exertion of our bodies.
“I think I’m going to come,” I pant, unable to fight it any longer. I don’t want this to end, but everything he’s doing feels too good for me not to.
He rips his mouth from mine for a moment. “Do it. I’m ready to feel you come all over my cock.”
“I don’t want this to end yet,” I admit. My words come out rushed as the orgasm builds and builds.
Archer’s lips close around my nipple for a moment. He swirls his tongue around it, making my body tingle all the way down to my toes. “Oh, I’m not done with you, baby. You’ll come now…and you’ll come again. You’ll be reminded all day of me tomorrow, remember?” He switches to my other nipple, this time biting the fuller part of my breast first before kissing it and easing the sting.
The pain with the pleasure is what finally sends me over the edge. I gasp at the sensation of the orgasm taking over my body as he continues to fuck me at a quick pace. His mouth continues to work my sensitive nipples as his hips set a punishing rhythm to milk the orgasm for everything that it is. My legs shake with how powerful it is, but I don’t want him to stop.
“Fuckkkk…you feel so good,” Archer says against my skin, his hips beginning to slow but not stopping fully.
My chest rises and falls in quick breaths from the intensity of the feelings overtaking my body.
“You ready for more?” Archer asks, his eyes looking into mine.
I nod. I don’t know if I’ll be able to come again, but it still feels so good that I want more of him. I don’t want to miss what it feels like for him to come inside me.
Will he moan the same way he has been? Will that filthy mouth of his continue to whisper dirty things to me, or will he be too lost in the feeling of the orgasm that he says nothing at all? These are the questions I need answers to, and I won’t let him stop until I know.
He doesn’t wait for me to say anything else. He pulls out of me and flips my body around. I yelp, not expecting him to put me face down on the bed. Quickly, he lines his cock up with me once again, but this time in a totally new position.
His hand pushes me into the bed, forcing my back to arch even more as he inches inside.
“You’re doing so good, letting me in even deeper now,” he says, his voice coming out restrained. I open my eyes, looking behind me to find his jaw tense. The view gives me the perfect glimpse of his rippling muscles as he pumps into me.
I moan, my fingers gripping the sheets to give myself something to hold on to. His hand possessively runs along the curve of my ass as he continues to push in and out.
“One of these days, I’m going to fuck you while there’s a perfect handprint from me right here.” He continues to run his hand along the skin.
Another moan breaks free at the thought of it. I roll my head until my forehead presses against the sheets. I don’t know what he’s doing to me, but every single thing he’s saying and doing is driving me crazy.
“Not tonight, though,” he continues, his fingers tracing along my ass cheek. I jerk because never has anyone touched me there. “You’re being such a good girl and taking me so well, tonight, you won’t get punished.”
My response is to arch my back even moreto feel more of him—to feel more of us joining together. I already want to cancel all plans for tomorrow so I can spend the day just like this with him.
With every moan that leaves his body and every filthy thought that leaves his mouth, I feel more and more empowered. I’m addicted to making him lose control like this, and I’m well aware that I’m just as addicted as he is—maybe even more.
It’s incredibly dangerous, but when it feels this good—this perfect—I can’t seem to care.
“I love this position because I get to watch myself push in and out of you. I get to see the way you greedily take me, even though I know your body is spent from orgasms already.”
