Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“He’s worth everything.”
I’ve never believed that. At least, not since Ella. I meant something to her. But when I lost her, I lost myself. Lost my worth. Dusty, Morgan, and Rhett tried, but they still couldn’t make me see, still couldn’t tear my walls down and silence how I feel about myself…but Archer is quieting those voices. Making me feel like maybe I’m worth fighting for.
Archer lowers me to the bed, pushing me up so my head is on the pillows. His firm, muscular body fits perfectly against mine, on top of mine. Hard cock against hard cock, heart against heart as he eats at my mouth like he might die if he couldn’t have me.
I spread my legs for him, wrap them around him, that ache to be filled by him consuming me.
And somehow, Archer knows. His mouth licks and sucks its way down my throat, his hair tickling my skin. “You need me inside that tight little hole of yours? Fuck, I need it too. I’ll always need you, East.”
I feel like I’m his, feel wanted, like in these moments, I can forget the words Gregory said to me, forget what I did to Ella.
“I’ll always need you too.”
He stills on top of me, pulling a sharp breath into his lungs. Then he looks at me and smiles, like I’ve made him the happiest person in the world.
Me. The unwanted one.
Gregory hadn’t wanted me.
My mom, though I know she loved me, initially hadn’t wanted me either. At least, she hadn’t tried for me. She’d wanted her girl. She’d wanted Ella.
Rhett and Morgan hadn’t wanted to take care of me.
But something about me makes Archer happy, and maybe that’s the light at the end of the tunnel, the full heart after years of it being broken…that I have him and he has me.
“Fuck me.” I need to have him inside me, need to be connected to him that way. I’ve taken other men inside me, but none of them filled the emptiness that Archer does.
He reaches over, grabbing the lube from the nightstand, slicking his fingers without ever taking his gaze from mine. “You’re worth it…worth everything. You’re so fucking good, sweetheart.” He slips his hand between my legs, pushing his finger inside me and making my body arch toward him. “So good. So fucking perfect.”
One of my hands fists in the blanket, the other clutching his forearm as Archer fucks me with one, then two fingers.
“I need this just as much as you. Want to be inside you all the time. Claiming you with my fingers and then my cock, marking you up inside to remind you you’re mine.”
“More,” I beg, earning myself a third finger, savoring the burn and the fullness, feeling like we’re a part of each other.
“God, I love you.” His lips find mine again, tongue fucking my mouth the way his fingers are tantalizing my ass. My skin sparks with an aliveness only Archer gives me, a want for more in my life than I ever cared about before him. “Christ, I need my dick inside you.”
He pushes to his knees but doesn’t pull his fingers out of me. Archer always knows what I need.
He uses his other hand to slick his cock with lube, then eases me over so I’m half on my side and half on my stomach, top leg bent and the other straight.
Archer straddles the bottom one and spreads my ass cheeks with his free hand. “Such a pretty little hole, sweetheart. And it’s mine. All mine.”
He pulls his fingers out, then pushes his cock inside in one swift movement. I cry out, all my nerve endings coming alive with the sharp sting of the welcome intrusion.
Archer pulls back, then snaps his hips forward, over and over and over again, shaking the bed, stitching me together, making me feel all those things he tells me I am: good, worthy, special.
My eyes roll back, mouth open, gasping and begging and maybe even crying. I taste salt on my tongue, and when I open my eyes, the world around me is blurry.
“Arch…”
“I’m right here. What do you need?” He kisses away my tears.
“You.”
“You have me.”
“Keep fucking me.”
“I’d never stop if I didn’t have to.”
He pushes me onto my back, then shoves inside me again, owning me the way I need. I end up on my hands and knees next. Every time I’m close to coming, he pulls back, changing position and prolonging the fusion of our bodies.
My balls are so fucking full, cock bobbing and aching.
Archer pulls me up so we’re kneeling in the center of the bed, my back against his chest. He fucks up and into me, one hand lowering to stroke my cock.
“No. Make me come without it. I can do it. I’m so fucking close.”
“Christ, you’re incredible.”
His movements become sharper, deeper, as Archer rails into my ass. Each time his cock brushes my prostate, he eases me closer to that point, the one where I lose control and let myself fall, knowing Archer will be there to catch me.