Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 137131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Her hands are so small and warm against my cock.
I groan.
Usually, I pride myself on being able to last, but something about her strips away my self-control.
It’s all I can do not to blow off in her hands as I bring her closer, claiming her pussy with two fingers pushing deep, the better to stroke that sweet velvet that’s already mine.
Before I take her there, when her body tenses around me, ready to come, I push myself free from her clutches and crouch down in front of her, spreading her wide and tasting her.
Licorice and honey.
Goddamn.
She smells and tastes incredible, dripping with desire.
It’s smeared across her thighs, and when I bring my face down to suck, she damn near jumps off the counter.
“Archer—shit!”
My tongue goes to work, tasting her, lapping and thrusting until her hot, sweet cunt becomes my world.
When her legs tremble, that’s my cue to pull her closer.
I hold her down, fusing her to my face, making her ride my beard. I know what that friction does, and I can’t wait to feel her come on my mouth like fucking fireworks.
“Ah-Ah-Archer…” she whimpers my name, tensing her shaking hands on my shoulders.
I stop and look up. “Do you want to come for me, Winnie?”
“Do you want to fuck me?” Her laugh is more of a rasp.
“I asked you first.”
“Then yes. Make me come.”
“Say please.”
“Please.” Her nails dig into my head as she scratches through my hair. “Please make me, Archer.”
Music to my ears.
“Good, good girl.” Time for her reward.
I slide another finger inside her, loving how hot and tight she is, and pull her clit between my teeth, bringing her off with that brutal yet delicate tongue work that will have her dreaming about me for the next decade.
Her orgasm hits like a desert storm, sweeping through her with sudden, shuddering fury.
She’s damn near ripping into my scalp with her nails, moaning so loud it’s a good thing there’s no one else around.
Her pussy convulses, squeezing my fingers so tight it’s almost uncomfortable.
My cock nearly blows in my pants, jealous as hell it isn’t in her.
“Now,” I whisper after she slumps with eyes half-closed, drifting down from the high with her legs still wide and open for me. “Now, I’ll fuck you.”
“Every time you’re in this kitchen, you’ll think of me,” she says, her voice low, almost lazy.
Honestly, I’m afraid she’s right.
Every move I make that heightens this addiction seems destined to backfire tenfold.
Snarling, I unwrap a condom from my pocket and roll it on as she arches her back, offering her tits to me.
This woman is unreasonably perfect, reducing me to a depraved wildebeest.
“Don’t think of later. Stay in the moment, stay with me,” I tell her, pushing inside. Her heat welcomes my cock like coming home. “Think of now.”
Message received.
She wraps her arms around me, pressing her chest against mine, and there’s something so ungodly intimate about the way our bodies connect.
I pick her up and carry her to the sofa in the living room.
I need better leverage than the counter. Hell, if I have my way, I’ll fuck her in every room in this house a hundred times over.
She braces herself against my shoulders as I sit, holding her on top of me, still seated inside her.
“I’ve never been carried off by a caveman before. No guy ever did that…”
“It’s bad taste to bring up past partners in the middle of mind-blowing sex, Winnie,” I growl, jealous as hell that anyone else had her before me.
“Sorry!” Her head tips back as she laughs, a bright sound that comes straight from her belly. “Sorry. I guess I don’t know sex etiquette too well.”
There’s something damnably disarming about this woman. It pushes past the stupid, primal jealousy at the idea of her being with other men.
“Right now, the rule book says less talk, more riding my cock.” To encourage her, I press my thumb against her clit again until she grinds against me.
Incredible.
Her smile beams wicked delight. “You made me beg for it, Archer Rory.”
“And you loved every second.”
“Your turn.” To illustrate my point, she shifts her hips again and takes my bottom lip, biting gently.
Prickling heat flares through me, adding to the gently building pressure at the base of my cock, stirring fire in my balls.
Oh, she’ll get me there like this, no question. But it’ll be slow, like the incoming tide, not the crashing apex of a mighty wave.
And I’m hungry enough to want the wave.
But this won’t be that easy.
If she wants me to beg, she’ll have to work for it.
“It’s cute that you think you can make me.” I trace my fingers down the dip of her spine.
She gives me green eyes dark like the forest at dusk and grins. “Oh, don’t worry. You will.”
The next ten minutes are the longest divine torture of my life.