by K. Langston
“What do you want from me, Archer?” His hand shifted, gripping my neck tighter.
“I want those sexy legs spread wide while I bury myself deep inside your hot pussy. I want this sweet mouth wrapped around my cock while I pump in and out, taking my pleasure as I see fit. I want to own and dominate every inch of your body, Katherine. And it will happen. I won’t stop until you’re mine.”
His words sent a shiver of heat to rock down my spine. Greedy lips found mine as I was pulled under, swept away in the powerful current that was Archer Brooks. Fighting to break free, I shoved at his chest. It was like pushing against a brick wall. His hands fell from my face and in one swift move, Archer shifted his leg. He clasped both of my wrists in his large hand, pinning them above my head.
“I’m tired of this shit, Katherine. I can’t take it anymore. I want you so fuckin’ bad, and goddamn it, I know you want me to. I can fuckin’ smell it.” His deep voice sounded like he was gargling gravel. I loved it when he talked to me this way. His feral eyes flickered with desire just before his lips found mine.
Scorching heat licked every inch of my body. Archer held my hands firm while his other hand slipped beneath the hem of my dress. Removing his thigh, his fingers rubbed the silk of my panties. Another wave of heat rolled through me.
“Just as I thought…soakin’ fuckin’ wet.” He rubbed hard back and forth. The friction of his fingers rubbing against my pulsing clit had my legs spreading wider.
“That’s it, baby. Open for me. Let go. I can give you so much pleasure. Do you want my fingers inside of you?” His grip on my wrist tightened when I gave consent.
There was no way I could stop him now. I didn’t want to. The rebel in me didn’t want to.
Archer pulled my panties to the side. Two strong fingers stroked back and forth against my aching flesh just before he buried them deep inside of me, pushing a gasp from my mouth.
His touch.
His breath on my face.
Incredible.
“Fuck,” Archer plunged deeper, dragging his fingers in and out of me slowly. “So fuckin’ hot. I can’t wait to bury my cock here. I fuckin’ dream about it. I dream about it every night, you lying beneath me while you’re in my bed…at my mercy. I wanna make you scream, baby. I wanna hear you beg.” His fingers thrust harder as he whispered dark promises against my lips. I breathed them in…unable to do much else except take what he was giving me, or let him have what he wanted.
“Tell me, Katherine. Tell me you want that too. I wanna hear it from your sweet lips.”
“I want you.” All rational thought had escaped me, along with all inhibition.
He released his hold on my wrist. My hands found purchase on his shoulders, while his free hand found the bodice of my dress, pulling it down. With the bunched up fabric resting beneath my breasts, Archer dipped his head. With his fingers still thrusting in and out of me, his hot mouth covered my nipple. He sucked and twisted the tortured bud with his lips and teeth, pushing me further and further to the edge.
“I want to taste every inch of you. I think I’ve waited long enough.” He removed his fingers, dropping to his knees before me. Pushing the material of my dress up my thighs, his mouth found my center. He pulled one leg to rest on his shoulder. My hands dove for his dark locks, tugging and scraping frantically. He licked and sucked until my body submitted to the pleasure he was giving me. With a quiet moan and his name on my lips, I came hard and fast against his mouth.
Standing, he fixed my disheveled dress, pulling the hem back down and the bodice back up. His hands smoothed down my torso before they cupped my cheeks.
“This body is mine. Understand? Mine.” Archer declared.
His dark green eyes held a possessiveness that had me trembling in my spot. If only he felt this possessive about my heart. Nodding, I gave him the response he wanted. I was too weak to argue, too weak to fight.
He pulled another soft kiss from my lips. “To be continued.” he promised before he let me go and walked away, taking my heart with him.
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