Page 63 of Pucking Curves

“As soon as we’re done here, you’re all mine, baby girl,” I breathe, nipping her throat.

She whimpers quietly, clutching at my shirt. “Practice fast, Archer. I need you.”

Well, fuck.

Halfway through lowering her into her seat, I haul her back into my arms, turning away from the ice. I’m storming toward the back of the arena in two seconds, her body shaking with laughter.

“Where the fuck are you going?” Micah shouts to me.

“Wren needs to pee!” I shout.

“Archer Graves, are you lying to my brother?”

“Fuck yeah, I am,” I growl, carrying her straight into the locker room. The door slams behind us before I pin her against it. “I wasn’t about to tell him that his baby sister needs to come on my cock.”

“Archer,” she whimpers, squirming all over me.

“Say my name like that while I’m inside you, Wren.” I balance her carefully, yanking her pants and panties down her legs.

Her laughter peals around the locker room as she helps kick them off before wrapping her legs around my waist, her perfect pussy already glistening with her juices.

I groan at the sight, lowering her to her feet before I drop to my knees. Her hands fly to my head, hanging on for dear life as I lift one leg over my shoulder and bury my face between her thighs.

“Archer!” she moans.

“That’s it, Wren,” I snarl against her pussy. “Keep moaning for your husband just like that.” I flick my tongue against her clit before thrusting it into her hole to fuck her with it.

She shatters with a sharp cry, soaking my face. I eat her through it, unable to help myself when she tastes this damn good. Eventually though, she whimpers, trying to drag my mouth away.

I rise to my feet, hauling her back into my arms.

She’s panting for breath, her face flushed.

“I love you,” she whispers, her back plastered to the door, her hair a mess. And somehow, more perfect than ever.

“I love you too, little bird.” I yank my pants down, desperate to get inside her again. Who the fuck am I kidding? I’m always desperate when it comes to her. I’ll live and die addicted and obsessed.

That first thrust is heaven. She’s burning hot around me and so fucking tight. I growl her name, rocking into her again and again. Practice doesn’t matter. She does. This does.

“Breed me,” she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Please, Archer. Please.”

Ah, fuck.

Her pleas for me to put my baby in her spur me on as I lift her higher, fucking her like a madman. She shatters around me once, and then again, shouting my name, convulsing all over my cock.

I don’t fucking stop. Not until I’m half an hour late for practice and she’s completely wrung out, with my cum dripping down her legs.

It’s the best thirty minutes of my life…just like every other time I’m inside her. She’s home to me. And this right here? Her wrapped around me, chanting my name? This is the only kind of heaven a motherfucker like me needs.

Epilogue

Wren

FiveYearsLater

“Look at this pretty little thing,” Archer groans from behind me, gripping one cheek hard as his cock slips through my folds. His fingers are in my ass, slowly driving me mad.

I whimper, fighting to keep myself upright when my elbows quiver beneath me. I’m so damn turned on, it’s ridiculous.

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