Page 27 of Single Mom's Christmas Wish

Laughing, I fall back and welcome the silk sheets caressing my back. But before I can breathe again, I see Archer towering over me—a magnificent giant with rippling pecs and faint scars dancing across his left side, his cock hard and standing at attention.

He kneels and spreads my legs wide. “I wonder if you taste as sweet down here as you do up there.”

I gasp as he dives right in.

Dear God, I’m going to die a happy woman if an asteroid were to hit us at this very moment. Archer’s tongue slides between my wet folds. Testing. Tasting. Probing my entrance with a few laps before he shifts his focus onto my clit.

“Fuck,” I hiss as he suckles it with shameless tenacity, two fingers slipping inside of me.

Every atom in my body comes alive. I arch my back and raise my hips, and my core clenched as he finger-fucks me out of this world. I feel his eyes on me, but I’m too far away, catching fire somewhere in the heavens above as he eats me whole while curling those fingers with every retreat. Every thrust becomes wilder, going deeper and faster as I feel the pressure gathering, ready to release.

“Don’t… stop…” I manage, grabbing at the sheets for some semblance of stability.

I am weightless and so close to the edge. I can feel it coming.

“I can’t stop,” he says, then applies even more pressure over my clit.

I break so hard, screaming in pleasure as I come. Archer licks me through it, his fingers pumping into me, squeezing every drop from this mind-crushing orgasm as I ripple outward like an exploding star.

My screams echo through the bedroom, my vision blinding white for the longest moment.

But it’s not over.

My eyes peel open to look at him. He gets up and climbs on top of me.

“I want to hear that sound again,” he says, positioning himself between my legs.

“What sound is that?” I groan, still coming down from the shattering climax, my whole body convulsing in the aftermath. He holds me close, and I feel the tip of his cock stretching my entrance.

“That sound you make when you come, it’s like music to my ears,” he replies and kisses me. Hungrily. Passionately.

I almost cry out when he thrusts himself deep inside. He fills me to the brim, my pussy stretching from his girth and length.

“Oh, God,” I moan as he starts to move.

Slowly, at first, his eyes glued to mine as we intensify the rhythm into an animalistic frenzy.I raise my hips to meet him, my core tightening, my slick pussy clenching around him with each thrust. Our breaths falter, our hearts thudding against one another’s.

Archer claims me like the man that he is. He holds me close, our bodies sweating and melting into each other as he pounds me into oblivion. I hear the sound of skin slapping skin. I feel him going deeper and harder. My hand slips between us, and he gives me a curious look, stopping for a split second.

“Well, you said you wanted to hear that sound again,” I mumble.

“Make yourself come. I want to feel you,” he commands me, and the words transform me into a version of myself I didn’t even know existed within me.

“Yes, sir.”

He likes it.

God, he likes it so much that he starts fucking me harder while I rub my swollen nub, desperate to reach that peak again. The steady rhythm grows out of control, and soon enough, I’m screaming his name over and over. “Archer! Oh, yes! Archer, yes! Harder!”

“Harder,” he grunts and gladly obeys.

I lose my mind as the second orgasm crashes into me.

He looks at me as he explodes within me. I feel the heat of his seed, his gargantuan cock pulsating with each load, his veins throbbing against my tender pussy. I tremble in his arms, beads of sweat trickling down my temples.

He licks them off my face, then kisses me as he gives me a few final thrusts.

My fingers dig into his buttocks, my knees up high so I can take all of him in. My body feels like jelly, my strength gone. My grip falters as I melt into the sheets and drown in a mesmerizingafterglow.

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