Page 8 of The Whole Package

"So eager tonight." He laughs, running his hands along my sides, over my hips, and pulling me back even further, pushing his cock deep inside me without any warning. Anyone looking at Archer would assume he is a slow and passionate lover when he's entirely the opposite. He likes it rough, wants to be in control, and loves making me squirm. I watch the reflection of him and I, my mouth wide open, and him, his jaw clenched and a slight smile forming as I start to grind back against him, my ass slapping against his thighs.

"You're always so tight," he moans, moving his hands back down my body and gripping tightly to my hips, pushing harder and faster into me.

"Oh God!" I moan out.

"Look at me," he commands, his fingers pressing hard against my skin. "I want you to watch yourself as I fuck you."

My eyes move up to the mirror and meet his stare; I watch his tongue flick over his bottom lip as his hands pull me back and forth, fucking me from behind.

"Do you like watching yourself? Do you like watching me fuck you?" he asks, his tone growing deeper and his movements speeding up. I can only nod my head, unable to form words, but he wants more.

"Say it, Elena," he growls against my ear.

"Yes!" I manage, moaning out the word as his fingers dig in harder, his cock thrusting deeper.

"Good girl." His hand runs down between my thighs, finding my clit, and begins circling, rubbing, and pinching, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. "I love making you feel good," he breathes as he pounds harder into me. "I love making you come, making you scream out my name."

"Archer..." I whimper, and his fingers begin to work harder against me, the tension building within me. His pace is relentless, and it's so fucking hot watching him lose control and take me the way he wants, knowing that the pleasure I'm feeling is a direct result of his desire.

"Are you ready to come for me?" He asks, and I can already feel the pressure building in my core; my arms and legs start to shake as the orgasm builds.

"Yes," I moan, ready for whatever he'll allow me, waiting for permission because I am at his mercy.

"Do it," he whispers, and the feeling of his hot breath against the room's coolness sends me over the edge.

"Oh my God!" I scream as I come all over his dick, my body convulsing with pleasure.

"Good girl," he moans as he pushes deeper and harder, his climax building.

"I'm gonna... fuck!" He yells, and I feel his warm cum coat my pussy.

"Ahh," I cry out, and my body starts to collapse onto the bed; he pulls me back up by the hips, causing him to go even deeper inside.

"Not yet, baby," he says, slowly rocking his hips against me. "I'm not done with you."

"Archer," I whisper, my voice trembling. "I'm... oh God." I moan as his fingers move back to my clit, massaging the swollen nub.

"That's right, darling," he says, moving his free hand back to my hip. "Let's go again." It's an offer I can't refuse, not that he's precisely asking and not because he paid for it, but because I need more of him. I need all that he can give me.

"Yes," I whimper, arching my back and grinding against him, causing the most fantastic friction to build between us.

"Fuck," he whispers, his hands starting to tremble. "I can't... not yet."

He leans forward, wrapping his arm around my stomach and pulling me closer. His fingers pinch down hard on my clit, and the sensation combined with his thick cock filling me to the hilt pushes me over the edge once again.

"Oh fuck!" I cry out as another orgasm explodes inside me.

"Yes, baby," He groans and pushes as deep as he can go, and I feel his dick growing hard inside me again.

"You're insatiable." I tease, and his hand comes up to wrap around my neck, pulling me back and crushing his lips to mine.

"For you, always." He whispers, his lips brushing against my skin. The sincerity of his words causes me to shudder, and a feeling of guilt rises within me.

"Now, be a good girl, and let me fuck you again."

"Mmm, yes, please," I say, and we fall back onto the bed, his hand reaching for mine and our fingers interlacing as his other hand works between my legs.

"So beautiful." He breathes, his eyes fixed on me as his fingers continue their slow circles on my clit. "You're all I think about," he says, and a pang of remorse hits me, a feeling that's quickly washed away as his hand moves up to grip my neck, squeezing lightly and bringing my lips back to his. He's fully recovered from his first orgasm now; I feel it as he starts thrusting against me, his cock buried deep inside, and I've never felt so full. "Fuck, Elena." He whispers, his forehead pressed against mine and his eyes closed. His pace quickens as I wrap my legs around his waist, taking him deeper, my body swallowing him whole as if this is precisely where he belongs.