Page 110 of Three Reckless Words

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, Imightcome 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.

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