Page 104 of My Ruthless Neighbor

I am so shocked and aroused by his hunger, his need, and his urgency that I let him devour me ruthlessly.

My nails dig into his shoulders. I wonder if he can feel my throbbing heartbeat. Because my heart is going crazy in my chest right now, beating wildly.

Why do I always let him take control of my body so easily?

Because you want him to. My inner voice answers, closing the discussion in one single sentence.

It’s true, isn’t it?

I moan into the kiss and bury my hands in his thick hair. Not hiding my want for this man anymore.

Yes, he infuriates me. Yes, he drives me absolutely crazy. But I can’t deny that I want him just as much.

I bring him closer. My nipples harden when they brush against his muscled chest.

He kisses me passionately like he wanted to do it for a long time. Like he was hungry for my lips. Like he didn’t just kiss me last night.

I move one of my hands down until I am fisting his dress shirt and kissing him like my life depends on it.

He growls in approval and it makes me wet instantly. I see stars when he bends a little to grind his cock against my pussy.

His hands roam over my body, teasing my pebbled nipples. When it feels like I am going to pass out from the lack of oxygen, I break the kiss, panting.

He uses the opportunity to drop open-mouthed kisses on my throat and neck. Another wanton moan escapes me when he bites my neck and then licks the assaulted skin.

“Archer…” I moan, shuddering.

His head snaps up. Curling his hand around my nape, he drops a hard kiss on my lips. “I am going to fuck you.”

My breathing stutters from the hunger in the depth of his dark eyes.

He leans down and kisses the shell of my ear. “I am going to bend you over my desk and fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”

I whimper with need. He pulls back, and his fingers dip into the waistline of my jeans. I gasp when he tugs at it, jerking my hips to him. “Tell me you want it.”

“I want it,” I say without any hesitation.

His mouth crashes down on mine as he unbuttons my jeans and pulls them down.

One hand holds my neck immobile so he can kiss me deeply and the other one glides inside my panties.

I groan against his lips when he thrusts two fingers inside me. I cry out, my hips jerking into his hand.

He trails his lips to my ear. “You’re soaking wet.”

Yes, I am. My whole body ignites by his touch.

I get wetter when he bends his head and kisses underneath my jaw. He tastes my skin while his fingers prepare me for his cock.

My pussy clenches around his digits as if it wants to keep him there.

This is so different from when I touch myself. The sensations, the heat in my stomach, everything is just so…intense.

An orgasm starts to build when he scissors his fingers. The moment he pinches my clit, I shatter.

A sob tears from me as I come.

Archer swallows my cries by bringing his lips back on mine. He keeps kissing me as aftershocks wrack my body.

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