Page 116 of The Sounds of Her

“Swallow,” I tell her. She nods. “Fuck.”

I start to come and growl out my release, my cock is so far down I can feel every swallow of her throat. Pulling out of her mouth, I cup her chin and tilt her head to look at me. She isn’t wearing any make-up, so her face is clear, but her eyes are watering. I brush under her lashes with the pads of my thumbs.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she gasps out, then pulls off her leggings and shifts up the bed.

“You’re fucking perfect.”

I struggle to get my breath and slow my heart rate, but when she pushes a hand into her panties, I lose my shit, leaning down and pulling her hand away.

“Mine.”

“Prove it.”

Within seconds, her panties are across the room and I’m on my knees, clutching her hips and lifting her up so I can fuck her pussy with my tongue. Brooke thrashes on the bed the harder I go, alternating between her clit and shoving my tongue in deep. She is dripping down between her ass cheeks, and I chase it with my finger, circling around her hole.

Brooke gasps and clenches when I breach it with a fingertip, but I use my other hand to push two fingers inside her pussy while flicking her clit back and forth, and she relaxes. I push a finger further into her ass and she lets out the sweetest moan. My cock hardens again, desperate to get inside her, but not yet.

I work both holes with my fingers while tongue fucking her till she explodes spectacularly beneath me, clutching at the sheets. Her back bends so hard, she looks like she’s been given an electric shock.

Removing my hands, I straighten up. Brooke’s eyes are closed as she tries to come down. I’d give anything to turn her over and take that tight hole, but she’s still not ready for that, even after what I just did.

While she catches her breath, I discard my jeans and underwear and grab a condom, rolling it on and running my hand up and down the hard length.

Brooke opens her legs wide and lets her knees fall. I stare down at that pretty pink pussy, swollen and soaked for me. I run a finger through the wetness. “Did this pussy miss my cock?”

“Did your cock miss my pussy?” she fires back.

“Keep being sassy and I won’t let you have it.”

“Bullshit,” she smirks at me.

Fuck, she’s right. I put one knee on the bed between her legs, grabbing her hips to pull her close to me. I tease her opening with the head of my cock. Staying upright, I lean towards her, wrapping her leg around my hip and pushing inside. We both groan. It’s like coming home.

There is nowhere else I’d rather be.

I fuck into her a few times before shifting and spreading my weight on top of her, capturing her lips as I continue thrusting. Brooke is not one to lie submissively and pushes her hips up to meet my thrusts. I don’t let her up for air, needing the taste of her on my lips.

I love her body beneath me, every breathy moan that escapes, the feel of her hair as my fingers run through it. I could die a happy man right now.

“Archer,” she moans, her head falling back as her pussy flutters.

“Say that again,” I growl out. “Say my name again.”

Brooke’s eyes meet mine and she stares into them and whispers my name.

“Fuck, Brooke,” I take her mouth again and pump until she’s coming, and I follow over the cliff, falling so far, I don’t know how I will ever get back up.

We kiss and her arms hold me tight to her. I brush her hair back, staying where I am, sheathed inside of her, taking in her beautiful face.

The moment something passes between us is obvious because she takes a shuddery breath in and blinks. I almost ask her if she feels it too, but she turns her head and my stomach drops. She doesn’t let go of me, it’s as if her body and her head are at war with one another.

Brooke is independent and determined not to be controlled by anyone. I have no desire to control her. I never will. You can’t control or force a woman like Brooke to do anything she doesn’t want to. This entire relationship has proven that.

I use my thumb to turn her head back, so she is looking at me again. “I can’t stop.”

She swallows. “We don’t need to keep up the charade.”

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