Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 85725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
A light nip to my earlobe is delivered prior to Archer cockily teasing, “Can’t wait any longer, can you, sweetheart?”
The pout he’s presented quickly melts into a new round of moans as he languorously drags his tongue lower. Watching him taste every inch he crosses is delicious but the sensation that spreads through me like wildfire when he latches his teeth onto my nipple and tugs is infinitely more delectable. Within seconds, both of his hands join in on the intoxicating assault, caressing and cupping and feeding him the dark points one right after another until they’re eventually pushed into one soft, squished mess that allows his tongue to lick each one during its every thrash. Wetness wastes no time soaking my lower lips under the ceaseless teasing and being already brought to the edge before he’s even touched me where I need it most leads me to making feral noises, I didn’t even know I was capable of.
Finally satiated with his lecherous tormenting, Archer braces himself above me with one hand and uses the other to roughly part my wobbly legs. No warning or extra taunting is given. He simply thrusts himself inside and tries to keep a groan trapped behind gritted teeth. His sound restraint is met by my sopping wet muscles clenching in objection. Commanding he release the noise I want to hear, the one that will make them grow even more slippery.
My boyfriend’s body bucks forward, his dropped low, stare planted on the area he’s marking.
Carving.
Scribbling his signature on to make his.
“Fuuucckkkk, that feels amazing.” A dark, sinful huff thoughtlessly slips past his lips on a growled announcement, “It’s never felt this goddamn good before.”
There’s no stopping my figure from arching upward at the praise or my pussy from clamping down in agreement of the proclamation.
It hasn’t.
Is that because we waited so long?
Or because we waited until we said I love you?
Archer promptly relocates the pad of his thumb to my slippery clit and gradually begins to roll it around. Hitches in my breath not only summon his hooded stare to mine but encourage him to push hard. Move it faster while increasing the speed of his thrusting to match. Over and over and over again, his long, thick cock, savagely tears through the tightness, sculpting the soaked territory into something that’s his.
Belongs to him and only him.
Each time he dives deep, my hips hastily rush up to meet the action, wanting to welcome him to depths no one else has explored in ages. My heels rest on top of his firm ass, gently nudging in approval at first yet switch to a more aggressive nature when the whispers of an orgasm begin tickling my skin. Light taps transpose into unrestrained kicks that prompt him to pump faster.
More persistently.
He brutally pounds like the new missions are to break me and keep breaking me and never stop breaking me.
I allow my fingers to roam the defined biceps I’ve watched him build from our gym trips.
From building a life inside these walls for me.
Us.
I grant my nails permission to claw in ecstasy at his dark, thick locks, that recently got cut and steal the tiniest caresses of his stubble covered cheeks he keeps neatly shaped.
An orgasm ruthlessly rips through my system shaking my limbs, my voice, my damn soul, but the heaving from my other half never falters. He barbarically grunts and continues to thrust. Huffs and strokes his thumb quicker. Drops his forehead to rest against mine forcing me to feel each time he draws in a breath that’s used to fuck me unrelentingly into our couch. Ceaseless cycles of pants and moans and screams cover us alongside sweat and stickiness. Our tongues randomly take swipes into one another’s open mouths, both wanting to express our newly declared love as much as our insatiable hunger.
More body breaking shudders suddenly begin to splinter me; however, this time, Archer seems incapable of resisting them. The feeling of his balls tightening and dick swelling sends my grip to his shoulders, desperate for something to anchor onto as sweltering ropes of cum splash against the pulsating muscles. His groans overpower mine, convincing them to go airy, and push me into getting lost in the primitive symphony pouring past his bared teeth. I absorb his shakes. Greet them with my own. Embrace the way we’re emotionally fusing as much as the ends of our orgasms are.
Unsteady breaths and feathery nuzzling are all we seem to be able to execute for the first few minutes. When I finally remember how to speak, my voice is a bit cracked and weak, “I think I’m broken.”
“I’ll fix you, sweetheart.” Our noses lovingly brush together. “First, by feeding you.” He presents a kiss to my left cheek. “Then by bathing you.” Another loving press to the other side. “Last by reading to you.” Archer shifts his gaze back to mine and showcases a wolfish grin. “And then I’ll fucking break you. All. Over. Again.”