Page 121 of Three Reckless Words

Her smile beams wicked delight. “You made me beg for it, Archer Rory.”

“And you loved every second.”

“Your turn.” To illustrate my point, she shifts her hips again and takes my bottom lip, biting gently.

Prickling heat flares through me, adding to the gently building pressure at the base of my cock, stirring fire in my balls.

Oh, she’ll get me there like this, no question. But it’ll be slow, like the incoming tide, not the crashing apex of a mighty wave.

And I’m hungry enough to want the wave.

But this won’t be that easy.

If she wants me to beg, she’ll have to work for it.

“It’s cute that you think you can make me.” I trace my fingers down the dip of her spine.

She gives me green eyes dark like the forest at dusk and grins. “Oh, don’t worry. You will.”

The next ten minutes are the longest divine torture of my life.

For a while, I indulge her, letting her play at being in control. She always gives back that slow, dick-teasing glide, holding back whenever I thrust too hard and deep.

When we’re both torn to shreds with desire, panting and groping, damn near mauling each other and fighting for this fucking release, that’s when I move.

I grab her and pin her down under me.

Then I fuck her like a mountain coming down, dragging my pubic bone against her clit until she explodes.

Her screams echo off my high ceiling, filling the house with our music.

And my ears are ringing when I come so hard in that honey-sweet pussy my soul leaves my body, pouring myself out in this little splash of madness, wondering if I’ll ever find myself again.

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DOMESTIC BEE-LISS (WINNIE)

So I’ve always been an active participant in bed.

Let’s just say I’ve always known what I want from sex, and usually it’s something my partner can’t deliver.

It’s not like I’m enormously demanding.

I don’t expect him to be Mr. Hour Long Pound or Sir Jackhammer, or even to carry me from room to room like I don’t weigh anything. I’m not expecting a man with a ribbed and dotted dick hot off the assembly line for my pleasure.

But I do expect enjoyment.

To come just once, even if there’s no guarantee.

To feelwanted.

I think Archer Rory just set a new gold standard.

He makes me feel like the only woman in the entire universe. When he’s looking at me, he can’t see anything else.

There could be supermodels dancing naked around me and he wouldn’t notice.

And he toys with my body.All of me.

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