"You make me so hard," he growled in my ear.
"I can tell," I said as his head dipped down to nip and kiss a nipple.
"I knew you only invited me up here for my big thick cock," he said, his voice deep in my ear. He picked me up easily and tossed me on the bed in the next room. "Your tits are amazing," he said, kissing and licking my nipples, then going down, down. I pushed his head, needing his tongue on me. He mouthed at my panties.
"Just take them off!" I gasped.
He made a throaty noise against me. "I love how wet you are," he said. "Maybe I should just fuck you with them on."
"I want you," I whimpered.
"Next time perhaps," he said then slowly and deliberately slipped the soaking-wet fabric off. I spread my legs, hooking one knee around his shoulders as he dipped his tongue in the hot pink flesh between my legs, teasing me. He slipped two fingers inside me, his tongue still drawing little circles on my pussy, going daringly close to my clit but not quite there. I was sweaty and moaning, my fingers tangled into his hair. My hips made little thrusts against him.
"I need to come," I panted. "I want you to fuck me."
I heard him chuckle deep in his chest. The vibrations went right through me.
"I love listening to you beg for my cock. Maybe we'll make a whole evening of that."
"Stop teasing," I said and moaned.
Archer stroked me with his hand as he licked and sucked my clit. I was making high-pitched little cries as he turned me into a sweaty, whimpering mess. His tongue made two swirls around my clit, and I came with a cry.
I lay there panting and reaching for him. "I want you."
"You want me to fuck you?" he asked with a hiss as I ran my hand down the length of his cock. It was hard and thick. Even though I had just come so hard I saw Van Gogh’s Starry Night painting, I needed to feel him in me.
He pressed his cock into the slickness between my legs, playing with it in my pussy. I moaned, arching my back. One of his hands caressed me down the length of my torso.
"I really want to fuck you," he said, his voice low and rough with lust.
"Do it."
"You want me to fuck you with my big, thick hard cock?" he asked, kissing me hard. Archer drew back from me, and I watched, my eyes heavy lidded, as he put on a condom. Archer looked at me, a self-satisfied smile on his mouth while he rolled the rubber onto his cock.
"Are you still wet for me?" he asked, teasing me with his fingers.
"Fuck me, please!" I gasped. He hooked one of my legs over his shoulder then slipped inside me in one smooth motion. I cried out as I took the length of him.
"You're so tight," he groaned, kissing my neck as he slowly pulled out then slid back in. "Your pussy is so hot and tight."
He found a rhythm, and as he fucked me with his cock, his fingers stroked my clit. I was still relaxed from his hands and tongue, and my hips could only make little circles, pushing against his hand and cock.
"Can I fuck you harder?" he whispered, talking dirty in my ear. "I want to fuck that tight hot pussy."
"Fuck me," I said, whispering against his mouth. I barely had the wherewithal to kiss him properly. Archer's hand moved from between my legs. He placed it next to my head, his other hand grasping the thigh of the leg that was hooked over his shoulder.
My breath came out in mewling gasps as he fucked me, jackhammering into me. I clutched at him. The old metal bed frame creaked as he thrust into me. I could feel his cock slide against my already sensitive clit with every thrust, bringing me to the edge. When I came, it was a torrent ofohmygodsand curse words. He kissed me as I came, and then he lazily fucked me a little longer, drawing out my pleasure until I finally felt him shudder and come.
We were sweaty from the exertion and the summer heat. Archer flipped me on my side and held me against him, kissing my collarbone.
"That was worth the wait," Archer said into my hair.
My heartbeat returned to normal, and my brain rebooted. I looked around. Archer's face was pressed into my neck. His strong arms held me tenderly. Instead of feeling like an amazing sex goddess, I remembered my sister's words. Archer was bad news. I didn't know anything about him except that he wanted to put in a convention center and didn't seem bothered by whatever cost it took.
Maybe this was part of some grand scheme of his. Was he sleeping with me so that Meg would approve his factory?
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