Page 50 of Cruel Love

“I’ll watch my back, then.” Fox glances around the cabin. “Where is Lilah?”

The vein in my forehead throbs. “Oh, she went into the bathroom about five minutes ago.”

“And Archer?” he asks, already knowing the answer.

“He went in there ten minutes ago.”

I chug my drink as Fox chuckles.

“And what do you intend to do about that?” he asks.

“Nothing.” I exhale in defeat. “She’s a big girl and he’s… well, she could do worse. I’ll give him that.”

Fox grabs the bottle and refills my cup.

Chapter 14

Lilah

“Shh!” Archer scolds me again.

I bite my lip to hold back my moan. It rattles in my throat but that just makes me want to scream even louder.

He lets out an angry growl as I dig my nails into his back, nearly tearing right through his shirt. “Bloody hell, woman. There’s a human being in this bag of meat, you know.”

“Then, you should fuck me like I told you to,” I say, clenching my pussy even tighter around his thrusting cock.

“Hm, yes,” he muses, smirking at me. “Have freakishly loud, rough sex with my girlfriend in an airplane washroom while her big brother sits a wall away… or make it to Boston without getting tossed out over Ohio. Tough call.”

I laugh. “I’m sure he’ll throw a parachute right behind you.”

“I’m already on Dante’s shit list, love,” he says, cupping my ass and raising me up a little higher on the sink. “Not about to make it worse.”

“He doesn’t hate you that much.”

Archer pinches my chin between two strong fingers. “Answer’s no,” he says. “I’ll do you this way or no way. Your choice.”

I yield and retract my claws. It’s not like I won’t get off just fine either way. I just prefer something a little more numbing these days. Pain is a good distraction.

I lock my ankles together behind his back to draw him deeper inside. Archer grinds in me, letting out quiet, breathy groans. He’s holding back for obvious reasons. I wish he wouldn’t but as he said, it’s his way or no way.

I kiss him as a rush of heat builds between us. The smooth gyrations tease me more than I’d like but pleasure seeps its way in eventually. I moan softly into his mouth as I suck on his bottom lip.

“Archer,” I whisper, needing more. “Eat me out.”

He pulls out and drops to his knees without a word.

“Yes,” I breathe, grabbing his hair. I roll my hips against his face, rubbing his tongue where I want it. Pleasure strikes deeper and my thighs quiver on his cheeks.

Archer reaches a hand up my body, feeling my breasts over my shirt before landing on my moaning mouth. He sticks two fingers between my teeth. I bite down hard to keep quiet.

I come hard, twisting and writhing, but Archer holds me together. His touch is soft and gentle. His kiss is warm and comforting. It’s not what I’m used to but I like it. I just might even love it someday.

He rises again as I sit still, feeling every inch of my body buzzing with bliss. As I start to breathe, I feel him align his cock with my dripping cunt again. He plunges in and I gasp as another wave of warm urges tickles at me.

Archer buries his face in my shoulder, his eyes closed in concentration. I caress his body, touching down his neck and arms. I kiss his forehead and breathe pleasures into his ears. He likes it when I do that. I like it when he gets off from it.

See? I can be a decent girlfriend sometimes.

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