Page 126 of Maple Mountain


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And it wasn’t long until I was writhing for him.He held my hips, keeping me exactly where he wanted me.

It was too much, and I came with a hoarse cry.

While I was shaking and trembling, I heard the tear of a condom foil and then I felt him tease my entrance before sinking into me.

I was tender from my release, and he was huge, especially at this angle.

He wrapped an arm around my stomach, holding me up when all I wanted to do was collapse onto the bed.

Archer eased out and slowly pushed back in, driving me to the brink of madness.

“You take me so well.Look at you, flushed and greedy for more, aren’t you?”

“Archer,” I moaned.“Please...”

“Please what?”

He thrust back into me, forcing me to cry out in enjoyment.

“Please fuck you?Please make you come again?”

“Yes!Damn you!Yes!”

Archer picked up his speed and grasped my hips, angling deeper, hitting that elusive spot that only a well attuned lover could find.

And Archer was the best lover I’d ever had.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

“Scream my name, babe.I want to hear my name on your lips when I make you come so hard.”

He plunged deep and his name tore from my mouth.

I felt him everywhere.He was hot and hard and in the dark crevice of my mind, I wished there was no physical barrier between us.I wanted to feel skin on skin again.I wanted heat and seed and sweat.

A sob escaped me as my second orgasm, more powerful than the last, swept through my body.It was a nuclear blast.My bones melted.My heart combusted.

He slammed into me one final time with a groan and then had his own second release.

My arms collapsed like a matchstick house, and I fell to the bed.Archer came down on top of me, covering me with his body.He brushed my hair aside and pressed a tender kiss to my shoulder.

I buried my face into the bed and took a deep breath.The sweet gesture overwhelmed me.

He eased out of me.While Archer was removing the condom, I slid off the bed and gathered my clothes.

“What are you doing?”he asked, tossing the condom into the small trashcan by his nightstand.

I frowned.“Leaving.”

He shook his head.“I don’t think so.”

“Archer, you can’t just?—”

“Shower,” he commanded.“We’re showering.I’m going to wash your body, and I’m going to make you come again.And then we’re climbing back into this bed and sleeping in it.Together.”

I shook my head.

He adamantly nodded.“And if you sneak out of my bed in the middle of the night, I’ll spank your ass.”