“You fucking love it,” he murmured against me, his voice quieter than it had been.He moved his mouth up my tit and sucked on the skin so hard that it would definitely leave a mark.“Your pussy is so tight; it’s about to snap off my cock.”
Just then, my bedroom door opened, and I slapped a hand over my mouth to stop my whimper.Arch thrust into me harder and faster, the sound completely audible and wet.So, so, so wet.
“Astrid?”Dad called.“You home?”
“Fuck,” I whispered into my hand, the pleasure too much.“Fuck!”
Arch moved over to my other breast, capturing my nipple and biting down this time.I clenched around him and dug my fingernails into his muscular shoulder, my toes curling.He pulled back on it, then released it, letting my tits bounce together.
“Tell your dad how much of a slut you are,” he whispered against my chest.
“I’m a slut,” I murmured quietly, the pleasure too much.
“Louder.”
“Astrid?”Dad called again.“Your car is out front, and your keys are on the counter.”
I pressed my lips together and shook my head at Arch, but he took my tit in his mouth again and bit down even harder, this time causing me pain.
Then he pulled back just as hard and smacked me on the mouth.“Say it.”
“I’m a slut,” I cried softly.“Arch, please …”
“She’s not here?”Arch’s mom said from what sounded like the hallway.“I can’t find Archie boy either.”
Arch growled at the nickname and pinned me to the wall with his hand around my neck.He placed his forehead against mine, picking me up with both arms now, and slammed into my pussy as deep as he could get.
I cried out into his mouth in pure pleasure, wave after wave of ecstasy rushing through my body.My pussy clenched on his dick repeatedly, and he grunted into my mouth, his warm cum spilling deep into my cunt.
“Maybe they’re downstairs,” Dad said to Arch’s mom.
Once the door closed and I finally came down from my orgasm, I pushed Arch away from me.His cum dripped down my thighs, coating my legs.He leaned against the wall, peering back at me with his eyes glazed over, lids half shut.
“Just what you needed, Hellcat, wasn’t it?”
“No,” I said, lying through my teeth and pulling open the door.“Better luck next time.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE
ARCH
I glaredat Astrid’s retreating figure and stuffed my cock, still wet with her juices, back into my jeans.That one had a goddamn fucking mouth on her.From the moment she had told me that she was dating Frasier, I had known it was a lie.
But that didn’t make me any less pissed.
Once I redressed and grabbed all my shit out of Astrid’s room, I followed the sound of voices down the stairs to the kitchen.Astrid leaned over the kitchen island.Her dad was at the stove, cooking a steak on the skillet.Mom sat across from Astrid on a stool, watching her new husband.
“What do you think, kiddo?”her dad asked Astrid, back still turned.
“When is it?”Astrid asked, nose scrunched.
“Next month.”
Astrid peered at Mom and plastered a small smile.“Maybe.Let me think about it.”
“Think about what?”I asked, stepping into the kitchen.
Astrid’s dad peered over his shoulder, offering me a half smile.“A cruise.Wanna go?”
