Page 119 of Three Reckless Words

And fuck, it’s hardly been thirty minutes since I left the bed with her in it, but I’ve wanted her all that time, and it’s been driving me mad.

She’s just as eager as I am, tugging at my shirt and hurling it to the floor, then exploring my chest with her hands.

She hasn’t asked me too much about the tattoos yet. At some point, she will.

Now isn’t the time, though.

The only thing that matters is skin and sweat and stricken moans.

My hands graze down her thighs and lift, hitching her up so she’s perched on the counter. Her legs wrap around me, and she rubs against my erection, moaning pure honey into my mouth.

She feels so fucking good even through my jeans.

When I press a hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy, she’s soaked all over again and so responsive.

I could play this woman like an instrument.

Some notes, I only discover by touch. Every time I do something she likes, she lets me know.Loudly.

I can feel my dick throbbing in my head.

I’ve never heard anything as erotically charged as Winnie’s voice when my thumb brushes her clit or when I let it linger, gingerly massaging her to the brink.

“Th-there! Archer!” she gasps, dragging her nails down my back. “God. Right. There.”

What a good girl.

I keep going, reading her breaths and ragged moans and the way her tits grow heavier against me. I suck her nipples, bite her neck, kiss her until I’m drugged with her flesh, all while she fumbles with my belt.

Her hands are so small and warm against my cock.

I groan.

Usually, I pride myself on being able to last, but something about her strips away my self-control.

It’s all I can do not to blow off in her hands as I bring her closer, claiming her pussy with two fingers pushing deep, the better to stroke that sweet velvet that’s already mine.

Before I take her there, when her body tenses around me, ready to come, I push myself free from her clutches and crouch down in front of her, spreading her wide and tasting her.

Licorice and honey.

Goddamn.

She smells and tastes incredible, dripping with desire.

It’s smeared across her thighs, and when I bring my face down to suck, she damn near jumps off the counter.

“Archer—shit!”

My tongue goes to work, tasting her, lapping and thrusting until her hot, sweet cunt becomes my world.

When her legs tremble, that’s my cue to pull her closer.

I hold her down, fusing her to my face, making her ride my beard. I know what that friction does, and I can’t wait to feel her come on my mouth like fucking fireworks.

“Ah-Ah-Archer…” she whimpers my name, tensing her shaking hands on my shoulders.

I stop and look up. “Do you want to come for me, Winnie?”

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