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He pounds into me. His hands are on either side of my head, giving him leverage. The mattress sinks under the pressure of his thrusts. I wrap my legs around him, coating his cock with more cum.
“Is that good, Bailey? Do you like my cock inside you?”
“Yes, Archer. Yes, please.”
“What do you want, Bailey?”
“More, harder, everything!”
He increases his speed, which I didn’t think was possible. My eyes close, and my mouth goes slack as another orgasm careens through my body. He slams his hips against mine.
“Look at me.”
I open my eyes.
“Gorgeous,” he pants. “You're fucking gorgeous underneath me, my cock buried as far into your pussy as I can get. Are you ready for me to come?”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to come into your slippery pussy, Bailey, flood your body with my cum. Do you want that?”
“Yes.”
“How much?”
“I need it, fucking hell, Archer, I need it; come inside me, please.”
He hammers into me. A deep grunt of pure bliss pours from his lips as he fires his cum into me, his cock pumping out his seed, filling my pussy up. “God, that feels so good, Bailey. You feel amazing around my cock.”
I arch my back, trying to get even closer to him.
He leans down to lightly kiss me, sliding his tongue over my lips. He pulls away abruptly, leaving me a panting, sweaty mess. He pushes my legs up to bend at the knee and spreads them wider. “I want to see my cum sliding out of your pussy. I want it dripping out of you. I want to see what a good girl you are for taking my load inside you. Show me, baby girl. Show me that cum.”
With a gasp of surprise, I give him what he wants. I use my muscles to push his cum back out. His eyes are riveted to my pussy.
They darken when he sees me giving him what he wants. “Oh, yes, gorgeous. That’s perfect. You’re doing so good, Bailey. More, give me all of it.”
His fingers lightly brush over the cum slipping out of me. He rubs it over my clit and my pussy lips, then he shoves some of it back inside.
“You’re covered in my cum. I want you to put your panties on and soak them with my spunk. I want you to wear them all day, knowing who you belong to.”
“Yes,” I pant, not caring that means I can’t have a shower. I want to give him this. I want to please him. But more than that. I want it for myself. I want to walk into work, where everyone witnessed my humiliation last night, knowing that I’ve got Archer—theirKing—in my bed, panting all over me and smearing me with his cum.
“Good girl.” He climbs off the bed and heads for the shower. “Get dressed, Bailey. Owen has breakfast and answers ready for you downstairs. I’ll join you shortly.”
I wait until he disappears into the bathroom and closes the door before I roll over and groan into the pillow, wishing he would return and do that to me all over again.
I could go to Owen and have my wicked way with him, but that would disappoint Archer. He wantshiscum on my pussy when I walk into work this morning. His and only his.
Reluctant to leave the cozy bed, I haul my battered body up and get dressed slowly from the clothes that have appeared during the night.
My blood runs cold as I think about the box under my bed.
Did that arrive too with all the rest of my things?
I guess I’ll find out soon enough.
ChapterThirty-Seven
