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He cups my chin in his hand. "You have my consent, now and always."

Something flutters in my chest and I ignore it, focusing on his approval. I go to work, reaching into his jeans and gripping his thick cock, careful to not react to just how fucking big he is. There's no way I can fit him in my pussy, let alone my mouth. Still, that doesn't mean I'm not going to try.

I take him into my hand and lower onto my knees, not caring about the dress that's no doubt ruined by now. Looking up athim, he smooths my hair away from my face and gently holds on to my cheeks.

"Don't be afraid," he tells me. "You can take me."

His reassurance somehow gives me the confidence I need so I inch closer, resting the tip of his shaft on my lips, swirling the precum. I let his cock spread my mouth open, my tongue guiding him in as he groans and grips my cheeks tighter.

My pussy throbs with want but she's already had her turn and right now, it's his time to be pleased.

Archer stays still and allows me to ease him into my mouth, inch by inch. His cock hits my throat and I try again, holding on to him and driving more of his length inside of me. My eyes water and I push through, opening my throat and angling myself better, hungry to swallow every bit of him I can.

"You're doing so fucking well." Archer pivots his hips, fucking my face slowly at first. "So. Fucking. Well." With each word, he picks up his pace and I welcome it wholly, my greedy mouth salivating.

A dish breaks in the distance, stopping us for only a split second before he rams his cock down my throat.

I moan against him, the reverberations making him grow even harder in my already so fucking full mouth. Taking both hands to wrap around the base of his shaft, I twist them around and bob my head up and down on him, my eyes wet but my pussy wetter. I want to stand, to bend over in front of him and take the wrath of his cock inside of me, to let all the emotions and angst we've been building for each other this past month and finally let them come to fruition, but Archer keeps his hold on my face, not giving me a chance to let go.

He throbs, moans, and runs his thumbs along my cheek. "Look at me, little tornado. Look at me when I come down your throat." Archer bucks his hips and pulls me into him, our eyes locking onto one another.

I squeeze his cock and relax my throat as he pounds into me, the noises of him fucking my face not for the faint of heart. How no one has come down this hallway yet, I have no fucking clue, nor would I care at this point.

With one final thrust, Archer makes true to his word, filling my throat with his orgasm. I keep stroking him all the way through it, the same hunger I have for taking all of him no doubt the same he felt for me just moments prior. His entire body quivers and I smile around his cock at having made him, Mister Grumpiest Man Alive, climax.

His hands relax and his chest heaves, his sights still locked on me. "I'm so proud of you." Archer carefully pulls himself from my mouth, my jaw unsure of what to do with all the space he leaves behind.

I swallow him down and lick my lips, somehow still lusting for more.

Archer hooks his hands under my armpits and helps raise me to my feet. "Are you okay? What can I do for you?"

Drunk on our climaxes, I shake my head, my vision a bit blurry from the tears still silently spilling out of my eyes. "I'm great."

He wipes away the rogue waterworks that stream down, not even paying attention to his cock still hanging out of his pants. "Did I hurt you?"

I blink up at him, my senses starting to come around. "I'm fine, big boy. Don't ruin the moment." I trail my finger along the length of him. "You should probably put your cock away, though."

Archer rolls his eyes and fixes himself up, the two of us no doubt looking like we're up to no good. "You said cock."

I raise a brow at him. "Am I not allowed to say cock?"

"Only when you're referring to mine." He presses a brief kiss onto my lips and before I know it, he's slid his hand into mineand is guiding us away from where we were. "Let's get you cleaned up first."

I go along with him because what other choice do I have, but I can't help the strong realization that none of this should be happening. His kisses. Our lust. The implication that we might be a thing. I was supposed to be strong, to withstand whatever uncontrollable pull we have toward each other.

This has to end here. Wecan't take this any further, and I have to be strong enough to not let it happen again.

Only, I don't know if I have the willpower to stay away from him.

Chapter 24

Archer

It's been a week since London and I hooked up at the restaurant and things are back to being awkward and tense. She's quiet, reserved, and if I'm not mistaken, she's hiding something but I'm just not sure what.

I thought things went great. I thought we connected again. I thought we might be able to see our way through this and here she is, icing me out again.

I guess it isn't entirely bad. It just isn't what I wanted from this. I want her to want me the way I want her. If life has taught me anything, it's that we don't always get what we want, and right now, I'm going to have to settle for what I can get because the thought of anything less makes my chest ache.

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