This is the part where I could most definitely say no. Where I could listen to the advice from locals to stay away from the big, mean giant, but I don’t. I lean back, the cold wood on my skin as he tugs me to the edge of the desk, lifts my legs up onto his shoulders, and bends in, kissing his way up my inner thigh and toward my sopping, desperate pussy.
This is what I’ve been waiting for. It’s what I need. His body on mine. His cock inside of me. His hot tongue pressing against my throbbing clit.
“Tell me you need this as badly as I do.” His voice is ragged and rough, like he’s running off pure adrenalin.
“I need you right now.” I pant and grind my pussy up into his face, desperate for the brush of his beard against my skin.
God, it feels good! He has so much control with his mouth!
I jump, whimper, and squirm as his hands knead my thighs and his tongue flicks and massages my engorged clit.
“That’s right, put your mark all over me, princess. I want your come all over my beard.” He slides his thick fingers inside of me as he talks, pumping in and out slowly. “Are you ready for my cock? Are you ready for me to mark you? Claim you? Make you mine?”
I pause as he thrusts his digits into me deeper, his fingers curling to hit a spot they hadn’t hit before.
“Yes,” I whine. “I’m ready.”
“Good girl, but first you have to tell me you didn’t talk to any other boys while I was gone. Can you tell me that, princess?”
I scan through the people I’d talked to since I got to the bar for my shift. “Just Rosie and your brother. Oh, and this guy that wanted some key lime whiskey.”
Archer shakes his head slowly, his eyes hooded and heavy. “And what did I tell you would happen if you talked to another man?”
“I had to serve him.”
“The only thing youhadto do was listen to the rules. You didn’t, so what happens?”
“I don’t come.” I swallow hard as I stare up at the giant looking down at me, his eyes heavy and serious.
“That’s right, you don’t come.” He thumps into my pussy harder, his thick fingers spreading me wide as his thumb circles my clit. “I’m sorry, princess. Rules are rules.”
“It was a drink,” I press, excited to play this little game of punishments. “I only served him a drink. It’s my job.”
“Who’s your boss?”
I wet my lips and stare up at him as he thrusts into me quicker, his jaw tightening. “You.”
“And what does that mean?” He slows his touch as he watches my body intently.
“It means you’re in charge.”
“Right.” He leans between my thighs, lying his tongue flat, licking over the top of my clit before sitting up again. “And when you break a rule… what happens?”
“I get punished.” I swallow hard and watch as he opens the top left drawer of his desk and pulls out one of the bigger vibrators I saw last night. This one has a huge white knob on theend and requires a plug. I’m assuming he grabbed it after the redneck took the partygoers to his bar.
Plugged in, Archer flips on the toy, and it comes to life with a loud, heavy buzz. The thing could pass for a chainsaw if I wasn’t seeing it.
“Damn.” I swallow hard and watch as he lowers it slowly toward my clit. “That thing is huge.”
“Yup, and I reckon it’s gonna feel intense, but youcan’tcome,” he commands. “Tell me you understand.”
I nod slowly, but as the vibrator sputters against my sopping wet pussy, I know this is going to be difficult. The sensation is powerful, overwhelming even, and within seconds of its touch, I’m jumping all over the desk, desperate for both relief and reprieve.
“Stay still.” His rough hand lands on my tit with gentle pressure, holding me in place. “Take slow breaths and really feel what’s happening. Tell me what you like.”
My eyes flash open, but they close again quickly, as do my thighs. This is so much more intense than the little vibrating egg from last night. This thing is going to buzz a hole straight through me. Plus, not having control over where it lands is intense.
I chew on my bottom lip and dig my ass back into Archer’s desk. “Right there. I like it right there.” My eyes roll back and I reach up for my tits, pinching my nipples as though I’m alone in my room masturbating to thoughts of him. “Oh my God, yes!”
