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)
When I lick the moisture off the tip, his other hand fists my hair harder, drawing me into him.
I take him fully in my mouth this time, pushing until he’s back against my throat.
It’s not tender, not sweet, not like two new lovers should be.
This is fully sensual, a concert of skin and moans.
Sex doesn’t always have to be a slow burn. I’m not the kind of girl who expects flowers after letting a man plaster her face.
Of course, that’s what my parents wanted. The good girl, their picture-perfect pawn on the chessboard of money and power.
Mom still thinks I’m shy and guarded, protecting my body like it’s a sin to be wanted. Kept pure until marriage to the dullest man in the world.
If I’d married Holden, I know how it would’ve been. Sex would have been a chore like cleaning the kitchen, the same as our whole lives.
In all the time we ‘dated,’ we never once slept together.
It didn’t take long to figure out he preferred his phone to real women. I noticed when he passed me his phone a couple times to look up restaurants or directions and he had a dozen porn tabs open.
The whole time we dated, Holden never took me back to his bed even once. But being sexually compatible didn’t matter, not when we were supposed to be soulmates politically.
Another pawn.
Another prop.
Another wasted life.
But with Archer, there’s no doubt he makes this feel electric.
This thing between us is unhinged, dirty and demented and volcanic.
We’re teetering on knife’s edge of losing our minds and I love it.
Logically, yes, this is a bad idea we’ll regret tomorrow. But I can’t bring myself to care when he’s gripping my hair and thrusting this hard.
One hand guides my head.
His other slides down my body to my breasts, palming them roughly, possessively.
I lean into his touch, giving him permission to use me.
Any way he wants.
Anything.
Because I’m not the shy little wallflower Mom wanted.
I’m not waiting until marriage, and I’ve had other hookups before, most of them young boys in the DC circles who talked a big game and blew it in bed.
But I know what I like.
And I’m happy to show him exactly how he can please me by pleasing himself.
Archer doesn’t seem to need much encouragement, though.
He groans low in his chest, the sound vibrating through him. He’s not content to sit and take what I’m giving him.
Growling, he tugs at my nipples, testing my reaction, feeling what I like.
Of course, I moan louder the harder he goes.
Soon, I’m a complete mess, sucking his cock, wondering when he’ll fill me until he pulls out and pushes me away.
He eases me back on the bed with azure hellfire in his eyes.
All the better to give him access as he pushes a hand under my shorts, his fingers skimming to my slick center.
Every part of me narrows to that bundle of nerves.
He flicks his finger, feeling how wet I am.
“Fuck, Sugarbee,” he whispers, so guttural this time. Almost like he can’t quite believe his own senses.
He slips a finger inside me, hardly needing to try, and his finger feels so big, filling me already.
I try to think past the raw sensation, focusing on what I’m doing, but it’s so hard. Pun intended.
“You’re so fucking tight.” His hand tightens on my hair, pulling like reins. “Winnie, do you want this? Can your pussy take me?” Then he inserts another finger, and I roll my hips on him, fucking his fingers.
“Y-y-yes,” I stammer. “Archer, please!”
He answers, pushing his dick back in my mouth.
Oh, I could come like this.
Honestly, I might come if he doesn’t stop, even though he’s only just started.
My body comes alive, riding the high of him in my mouth, fingers inside me, Archer all over me even though he’s barely giving me these slow strokes with his fingers.
I choke on a gasp as this seething heat settles in my core.
Another groan rips out of him, and the knowledge he’s close tips me over the edge.
Ecstasy floods me, coming in devilish waves.
I moan around him, losing control of my mouth, my tongue. But I think he likes it because I hear him groan again.
“Archer!”
And I start overflowing.
My vision goes white and the harshest orgasm of my life plows through me.
Coming!
He pulls out of my mouth just before I’m done, holding me in his arms as his fingers work every last bit of pleasure from me. I let my head tip back to look at him, and he wipes spit from my jaw.
“This won’t last long, but it’d be a sin not to use your pussy,” he tells me. His voice is all growl, but his hands are so gentle.
“I… I don’t mind.”
I truly don’t.
It’s not about how long it lasts, but how good it feels while it does. And from what I’ve seen so far, I think it’ll be pretty amazing.