Page 32 of Shots Fired

“That’s right, Doll. Fuck my cock and fingers together. I want you all over me.”

So much pressure. Building, spiraling out of control.

“So good,” I moan into his bedroom.

He captures my mouth, licking into me on a grin I know will be burned into my memory for weeks, maybe months.

“That’s because we’re so good together.” He pulls his fingers from me and breaks our kiss, sliding my release across his bottom lip. “Taste your sweetness.”

On the next kiss, I run my tongue across his lip. The filth in his words and actions spark a flow of my release over his dick, and he groans.

“Are you soaking my brand-new bed, Darcy? I hope so.”

I release again, a powerful orgasm right on the cusp.

“I thought you were kidding around when you said you bought a new bed.”

Still moving inside me, Archer sits up. His previously sweet demeanor is replaced with determination. I can’t mistake the emotion as it casts in his darkened eyes.

“I’ll never lie to you—ever. I meant what I said.” He brings his soaked fingers to his mouth and sucks on each one, groaning in response. “No other girl has been in this bed with me.” He hesitates for a brief second, a modicum of conflict there perhaps. “And if you want the same as I do, that’s exactly how it’ll remain.”

He pistons into me, hitting so deep that I cry out, wanting and needing more. I grab his bare ass and sink my fingertips into his flesh, feeling how toned he is.

“Come for me,” Archer pushes out, swiping a hand through his disheveled hair. “Hand yourself over. I want to see how you fall apart, just for me.Onlyfor me. You’re never too much—ever.”

Another flow of arousal coats us both as I clamp around him.

“Good girl. Can you keep it going?” Archer slows his pace, bringing a thumb to my swollen clit and working it in rhythmic circles that match the synchronicity of his thrusts. “How long can we make this orgasm last, Darcy? Over thirty seconds?”

Just as I think the peak of my high is ending, Archer plays with my clit again, pinching and rubbing it expertly. My orgasm kicks to another level.

One hand continues to claw at his ass, silently begging for more. The other comes to my breast as I knead and pinch my nipple, an overwhelming sense of confidence settling inside me.

“I never want this to stop,” I plead. “Keep making me come like this.”

His dick grows harder while his movements turn more erratic.

“I’m going to come. All the way inside you,” he grinds out, the muscles in his jaw tensing.

The hand around his ass pulls him into me, a defiant edge to my tone as I tell him, “Do it.”

Archer falls forward on a roar that fills his bedroom and my pussy, warmth spreading inside me, prolonging my orgasm further.

I expect him to collapse onto me in a satiated heap and then roll onto his side and fall asleep—that’s what usually happened with Liam.

“Stay still for me, Doll. I’m not finished with you.”

Apparently, rolling over and sleeping arenotwhat happens on a night with the Blades goalie.

Archer moves down the bed, pushing my thighs apart with his hands, and I spread wider for him, rising onto my elbows so I can see all he’s doing.

He’s flat on his stomach, his breath tickling my sensitive pussy, and his eyes find mine. Mischief, need, happiness, all dancing around in them.

He licks me once, attention still on me.

I throw my head back, groaning, moaning on a slack jaw.

“Watch, Darcy. Watch me taste us both.”

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