Page 115 of Shades of Silver City

Gripping his shoulders, I begin to move, sliding up and down as he thrusts steadily beneath me.

He fits so perfectly, so snugly, and he’s hitting that place inside that causes my eyes to roll back.

“This is my pussy,” he says, moving one of his hands up to the back of my neck. “Only mine.”

“Yes,” I gasp in agreement. With the sensual red lighting, the near-anonymity of the masks, and the seductive music playing around us, the pleasure is enhanced. Another strong bolt of arousal shoots through me at the realization that anyone could walk in on us.

“What if…someone walks in…” I pant as I ride him.

His breath hitches, and his thrusts increase. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? If someone pulled that curtain aside and walked in to see you bouncing on me.”

His words send me over the cliff. I clench around him, finding release faster than I ever have in my life.

“Archer!” I cry, leaning forward and wrapping my arms around him. I go limp for a moment as I recover from the tsunami of pleasure.

“We’re not done yet, baby.”

In a swift movement, he picks me up, making me gasp in surprise. He turns me around and pulls me back down onto him, with my back to his chest, so I’m facing the curtain that leads to the ballroom. With a gratified huff, he lifts my skirts up to my waist, exposing the area where our skin meets. If anyone were to walk in, they’d see everything.

“We can give them a show,” Archer whispers in my ear.

Dirty, dirty man.

He holds tightly onto my hips, dictating the pace as I ride him. Our skin makes obscene sounds as we enjoy each other. My head falls back on his shoulder. His thrusts grow deeper, faster while he pounds into me from beneath.

“I thought you said you don’t fuck,” I say through the fog of pleasure.

“I don’t,” he says, his fingers reaching for my clit as his other hand reaches up and wraps around my throat, squeezing it just enough to hold me in place against him. “I claim.”

The beginning of another release flutters deep inside me. “Don’t stop,” I beg. “Please.”

“You feel that?” he whispers sensually in my ear as one of his hands does wicked things between my legs while the other tightens around my throat. “This isn’t sex. It isn’t fucking. It’s a promise. A promise to always worship every inch of you, to leave you breathless, trembling, and captivated.” I clench around him, but my heart squeezes too, as his words take this union from mere physical intimacy to something…more. “I’ll ruin you for every other man because I will devour you, Tasia. I’m claiming every part of you. The moment I entered you, I became a part of you, and you a part of me.”

And then I’m crying out his name again. His words, mixed with the way he grips me aggressively while somehow still tenderly cradling me against him, make my orgasm more intense than anything I’ve experienced before.

The things I would do for this man…

He gives me a minute to come down from the aftershocks, but before he can readjust us again and continue to take charge, I stand. When he slides out of me, I immediately mourn the loss of his flesh against mine. It’s like I’m missing a crucial piece of my essence.

I pull my lipstick from the inside pocket of my dress and apply a fresh coat, giving him a sly grin. “My turn.”

“I’m not done with you, baby.” His voice is stern, but he has no idea how demanding I can be, too.

“I said it’s my turn.” I drop to my knees between his legs. “Hold my hair.”

He arches a brow and leans back against the sofa. His hard, glistening cock stands at attention between us. Before he can ask for clarification, I seize his shaft and guide it to my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip. “Hold my fucking hair. Don’t make me ask again.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he says, smirking as he lifts my hair away from my face. I keep eye contact while licking him gently, then sink my mouth down around his shaft. He exhales heavily, his body shuddering beneath me as I swallow him to the back of my throat. “That’s my girl,” he mutters.

I work him rapidly, until he’s the one desperately moaning beneath me. “I’m gonna come,” he hisses. “Tasia.”

I hum in acknowledgement but continue my pace. It’s enough to send him careening into the abyss. “Yes,” he groans as his hot, thick release shoots down my throat. His hands stay tangled in my hair, and his body trembles.

After he’s gone still, I pull back with a pop, smirking at the mess I just made of him. My dark lipstick is smeared all over the base of his shaft.

“Let that be a reminder of whose cock this is,” I say, pointing to the territory I marked. “If I’m yours, then you, Archer Acciai, are mine.”

“My Gods, you beautiful, wicked woman.” He sits up and reaches desperately for me, pulling my lips to his in a messy kiss. When we break apart, he gives me a dark smile. “And if Arlo dares put his lips on yours again, make sure he tastes my cum on your tongue. It’ll be the last thing he tastes before I end him.”

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