Page 21 of Bang it Out

Just like every time he touches me, my body instantly wants more. Even after a month of being together and practically living together, I can’t get enough of him. Good thing Archer seems to be on the same page.

I’m about to spin around in his arms and kiss him for real, but then he steps away, leaving me cold and frustrated. I look at him over my shoulder with a pout, which only makes him chuckle.

“Close up, baby girl. I’ll help,” is all he says in return.

Even though the project next door ended last week, Archer has made a point to be at Blushing Blooms at closing time every day so he can help me clean and work on any little maintenance project I have going on at the moment.

Not only has Archer shown me that he’ll take care of me in this way, but he still takes time to show and explain to me what he’s doing and why. The first time he did it, I thought he was joking. Archer insisted he was serious and not to let my experience with the sink scare me off.

Over the last few weeks, Archer has done more to build up my confidence than anyone ever has. While I still have my moments of doubt, my sweet and sexy man is always understanding and patient with me, reminding me all the time that he’s not going anywhere.

“Is that everything?” Archer asks as he puts the broom and dustpan away.

“Yep!” I reply with a smile. He returns it, the look in his eyes so filled with love it almost brings me to tears.

“Good,” he says, his voice dropping an octave as he stalks toward me. “Because I’ve been craving you all damn day.”

He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me into his chest, his tongue instantly invading my mouth and driving me wild. As soon as it starts, the kiss ends, leaving me breathless as I stare into Archer’s deep brown eyes.

“Home,” he rasps out.

I’m still a little breathless, but I can’t help the little laugh that escapes. He’s so serious, so desperate for me. I feel the same about him, but it’s still hard to believe sometimes that someone like Archer wants me so much.

He has me loaded up in the car in the next minute, then tears out of the parking lot, toward his house. I pretty much live there too, at this point.

We make it to Archer's in record time, and before I hardly have a chance to take my seatbelt off, he's scooping me up in his arms and carrying me through the house. It's such a dramatic yet romantic move and one he does a lot. I don't mind. I've always been a big girl, and I never thought I'd be with someone who could lift me, let alone run with me in their arms.

When we get to the bedroom, Archer kicks the door closed with his foot and sets me down. As soon as my feet touch the floor, he peels off my shirt and makes quick work of my bra. He sucks on one nipple and tweaks the other with his fingers, stoking the fire that never really went out deep in my core.

Just when I feel like my legs are about to turn to jelly, Archer sinks to his knees and rids me of my pants and panties. He presses soft kisses up my calves, thighs, hips, and belly. Archer looks up at me while stroking the back of my thighs and then squeezing my ass.

“What?” I whisper self-consciously. I’m all too aware this isn’t the most flattering angle for him to be looking at me.

He shakes his head and then rests it on my chest. Archer takes a deep breath before lifting his head. “I’m trying to decide what I want to do with you first.”

“Oh yeah?” I smirk, running my fingers through his thick hair. He tilts his head back and closes his eyes at my touch.

“Yes. I haven’t been able to think of anything else all fucking day. The guys on my crew were about to punch me for being so distracted while on the new site.”

“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” I smile and trace my finger across his brow and down his nose. Archer tips his chin back and captures my finger in his mouth, sucking on it and tickling the tip with his tongue.

My pussy clenches up and I feel a wave of warm pleasure surge through me, dripping out of my entrance and coating my thighs. Archer groans and leans back a bit, cupping my pussy and gathering up my juices.

“Jesus, you want it, don’t you, baby girl? Want my big fat cock in here?” He dips two fingers into my hole, stroking in and out of me at an excruciatingly slow pace.

“Yes…” I whimper.

He stands up and practically tears off his clothes, letting them fall to the floor in a crumpled mess. I step towards the bed, but he loops his fingers around my wrist and tugs me towards him. I feel his fingers twist in my hair, tugging my head back so he can kiss me. Our tongues tangle, both of us giving and taking, rubbing our bodies together, needing more, but unable to stop what we’re doing.

I don’t realize we’ve walked across the room until Archer spins me around and then sits down on the oversized chair in the corner of the room. He grabs my hips and pulls me down onto his lap so my back is to his chest, my legs spread wide over his. Archer rubs his hands up and down my body then cups my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples. I moan and rub my ass on his lap, feeling his hard cock nestled in between my cheeks.

“I’ve been dreaming about fucking you this way,” he murmurs into my ear before kissing a line down my neck.

I moan as Archer’s hand slides down my body and then into my dripping cunt. He growls and slips two fingers deep inside of me, rubbing my clit with the heel of his hand. His thick fingers pump in and out of me while I squirm on his lap.

I can feel the tip of his dick pulsing beneath me, precum leaking out and making a mess as it mingles with my own arousal.

“Archer...I’m close…” I gasp. He pulls his hand away, making me whimper in frustration. Before I can protest too much, he grips my hips and lifts me up, sliding his huge cock inside of me. I feel his thickness fill me up and stretch me out, the slight pain only intensifying the pleasure.

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