Page 94 of One Night in Hawaii

“I’ve been waiting for this all day,” I murmured.

“Me too. Then again, I wait for it every day.”

“You get it every day,” I said, laughing.

“And yet, I still want more.”

He positioned himself in front of me, the head of his cock brushing against my entrance. He teased me, rubbing his shaft along my slit. I moaned, bucking my hips forward, desperate for him.

He grabbed my ass, lifting me up a little, and with one swift, deep thrust, he was inside of me. I screamed and grabbed his shoulders.

“Fuck,” I moaned, getting used to his size.

“That’s the idea.”

He slid his hands under my ass, lifting me up a little higher, changing the angle.

“Oh shit, Archer,” I moaned. The man knew how to please a woman. His skills impressed me every single time. There was no end to his creativity. He knew my body better than I did and knew exactly what I needed.

He sucked on my breast, making me moan louder. He thrust into me again. I could hear the wetness of us as we fucked. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tightening. His fingertips dug into my hips as he pounded into my body.

“Lay back,” he ordered.

At first, I didn’t understand. He gently pushed against my chest. I slowly leaned back, propping myself on my elbows at first until he pushed me all the way down. I was laid out on the kitchen counter under the bright lights completely nude. I sucked in deep breaths. The exposure and vulnerability made me hot.

Archer rubbed his hand along my leg, rubbing his finger around his cock still deep inside me. I shuddered, gasping for air as pleasure overwhelmed me.

“Oh god,” I groaned. “It’s too much.”

“Never,” he whispered and continued to tease me.

He thrust inside me, pressing down on my lower belly at the same time. I gripped the edge of the counter and tried to regain some composure. My body was shattering into a million pieces with the most exquisite pleasure.

He pulled out of me and slid his cock along my slit again. I whimpered and thrust my hips up to meet him.

“Come on, you want my cock?”

“Yes.”

“Do you?”

“Yes, please, fuck me,” I begged. My body was aching for him. He slid inside me again.

“Oh fuck, yes,” I moaned, gripping the counter so hard it hurt.

He leaned in close to me and aggressively took my mouth. He thrust in and out of my body. He pulled his mouth from mine and continued moving inside me. I was so close to the edge but the orgasm wouldn’t happen.

My head rolled back and forth across the counter. “Please,” I begged.

I knew he could give me the release I was desperate for.

“Please?” he asked breathlessly. “What do you want?”

“I don’t know,” I moaned.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

My eyes open, stinging under the bright lights, I looked at him. He put one of his fingers in his mouth and slowly sucked on it. Then he slid the finger to where we were joined together. He ever so slowly worked the finger inside me with his cock already stretching me. He gently worked it deeper and began to move. It was exactly what I needed. The sound of his gruff grunts sent me over the edge. I cried out, bucking my hips, and nearly fell off the counter with the power of my orgasm.

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