Page 79 of Compassion

There’s no stopping my figure from arching upward at the praise or my pussy from clamping down in agreement of the proclamation.

It hasn’t.

Is that because we waited so long?

Or because we waited until we said I love you?

Archer promptly relocates the pad of his thumb to my slippery clit and gradually begins to roll it around. Hitches in my breath not only summon his hooded stare to mine but encourage him to push hard. Move it faster while increasing the speed of his thrusting to match. Over and over and over again, his long, thick cock, savagely tears through the tightness, sculpting the soaked territory into something that’s his.

Belongs to him and only him.

Each time he dives deep, my hips hastily rush up to meet the action, wanting to welcome him to depths no one else has explored in ages. My heels rest on top of his firm ass, gently nudging in approval at first yet switch to a more aggressive nature when the whispers of an orgasm begin tickling my skin. Light taps transpose into unrestrained kicks that prompt him to pump faster.

More persistently.

He brutally pounds like the new missions are to break me and keep breaking me and never stop breaking me.

I allow my fingers to roam the defined biceps I’ve watched him build from our gym trips.

From building a life inside these walls for me.

Us.

I grant my nails permission to claw in ecstasy at his dark, thick locks, that recently got cut and steal the tiniest caresses of his stubble covered cheeks he keeps neatly shaped.

An orgasm ruthlessly rips through my system shaking my limbs, my voice, my damn soul, but the heaving from my other half never falters. He barbarically grunts and continues to thrust. Huffs and strokes his thumb quicker. Drops his forehead to rest against mine forcing me to feel each time he draws in a breath that’s used to fuck me unrelentingly into our couch. Ceaseless cycles of pants and moans and screams cover us alongside sweat and stickiness. Our tongues randomly take swipes into one another’s open mouths, both wanting to express our newly declared love as much as our insatiable hunger.

More body breaking shudders suddenly begin to splinter me; however, this time, Archer seems incapable of resisting them. The feeling of his balls tightening and dick swelling sends my grip to his shoulders, desperate for something to anchor onto as sweltering ropes of cum splash against the pulsating muscles. His groans overpower mine, convincing them to go airy, and push me into getting lost in the primitive symphony pouring past his bared teeth. I absorb his shakes. Greet them with my own. Embrace the way we’re emotionally fusing as much as the ends of our orgasms are.

Unsteady breaths and feathery nuzzling are all we seem to be able to execute for the first few minutes. When I finally remember how to speak, my voice is a bit cracked and weak, “I think I’m broken.”

“I’ll fix you, sweetheart.” Our noses lovingly brush together. “First, by feeding you.” He presents a kiss to my left cheek. “Then by bathing you.” Another loving press to the other side. “Last by reading to you.” Archer shifts his gaze back to mine and showcases a wolfish grin. “And then I’ll fucking break you.All. Over. Again.”

Why do I get the feeling this is about to be the longest, most incredible night of my life? Thank fuck tomorrow’s Saturday. Because if it wasn’t you better believe my ass would be calling in sick. Dflu aka dick flu. That’s a thing. No? Well, it should be! What about insomnia? It would be okay to call in for that, right? Didn’t get any sleep due to getting banged all night? Hm. Whatever. Thankfully, I don’t have to come up with an excuse. At least…not yet.

Chapter 17

Archer

Greedy.

That’s the word that sums me up perfectly now.

Rolling my sleepy girlfriend onto her stomach is as effortless as convincing her legs to widen for two fingers to slip inside from behind. She softly moans at the intrusion but doesn’t resist. Doesn’t demand more sleep, which we both need. Jaye simply lifts her knee a little higher and rocks with the motion, riding the two digits the same way, she loves to ride my dick. Feeling her grow wetter during every passing push causes my already hard shaft to swell to the point of pain. While it’s not the easiest shit to ignore, I do it. I keep my focus on stretching her exhausted muscles, loosening them to a level where pleasure is all she’ll feel. Letting my thumb tease her puckered hole she loves my tongue on instantly gets juices speedily and steadily spreading down to my wrist.

At that point, I replace my fingers with my cock, hands clutching her ass for support in the new position. Jaye’s leg tumbles off the side of the couch, foot hitting the floor, and seeing her beautiful, curvy body splayed out for me like an offering fuels the ferociousness of my actions. Barbarously slamming deep, bounces her against the cushiony piece of furniture, but each hard hit leaves her toes with no choice but to claw the ground beneath them for leverage. My grip on her full cheeks harshens as her back bows on a breathy howl of my name. White-hot, wet heat swarms around my shaft, laving it from tip to base to balls, in thick creaminess that I hate myself for waiting so long to have.

The perpetual pumping of my dick is primitive.

Pitiless.

Pierces through the pulsations proclaiming she can’t take much more to command that she does.

Demand that she takes my dick until I have no doubt she’s completely satisfied.

Her orgasmic screams oscillate between being buried into the couch cushion and leaked into the room alongside each additional thrust that grinds her against the furniture. Knowing her clit is just out of my reach convinces me to slightly readjust so that every stroke I deliver causes the sensitive spot to brush against the sofa, assisting in the most boorish way possible. Jaye eagerly and needily throws her body into the hump movements, helping herself to another orgasm, proving she too is becoming greedy.

For me.

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