Page 141 of My Ruthless Neighbor

His cock nudges between my legs and I realize that he has taken off his pants sometime when I was out of it.

I’ve never come thrice in a day. That too simultaneously. Archer definitely knows what he’s doing. And even though he has given me two mind-blowing orgasms, I want him inside me. Even on the verge of passing out, I want to feel him stretching me.

He holds up a condom. “I want to take you hard. I might not hold back. Today’s been…” He shakes his head. “But I’ll understand if you don’t want to do this.”

He is giving me a choice. It makes my heart melt. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I gaze up at him. “I want you.” I lift my head and kiss him softly when I see hesitance on his face. “Fuck me.”

That works because, with a clenched jaw, he thrusts inside me, burying himself to the hilt.

His balls slaps against my ass as he sets a punishing rhythm. My breasts jiggles, my entire body rocks with the intensity of his thrusts.

Sweat trickles down his face. His breathing shallow as he powers into me, his eyes not straying from mine.

The look on his face is of pure possession. Like he wants to own me body and soul. The intensity of it makes me breathless. This feels personal. Too personal.

I don’t want any emotional ties with anyone and being connected to him like this and having him watch me while he drives inside me is too much to bear.

So I shut down my mind for a moment and just feel.

I squeeze my thighs around his waist, willing him to take me harder. I don’t want to ruin this by my overthinking.

Archer somehow realizes that I am having a conflict with my emotions because he ups his game.

“You with me, baby?”

I lick my lips before nodding. “Yeah.”

“Good. Because I want your focus on me. Just me and what I am doing to you. Can you do that, baby?”

I nod again winding my arms around his neck, I pull him down so I can kiss him.

There’s no talking after that. He fucks me until I am screaming his name over and over again. He fucks me until my vision turns hazy.

He controls my thoughts that were all over the place and makes me focus on him. On us.

He wedges one arm underneath me and hugs me to his chest as he pistons his hips.

I wrap my arms around his sides and embrace the sensations that take over me as we move together.

Each merciless thrust takes me one step closer to my climax. His pelvis slams against mine over and over, grinding against my clit in the most delicious way.

My throat is hoarse from all the screaming and my heart is hammering in my chest. I am so close. He realizes that and pulls back to watch me come again.

His eyes are molten lava as they roam over my features.

The heat in his eyes intensifies when the third orgasm hits me and my walls contract around him. This one is so potent that tears leak from the corner of my eyes, my breathing ragged.

Archer comes a minute later, his body tightening. The veins in his neck protruding as he throws his head back and groans.

He collapses on top of me, burying his head in the crook of my neck. Then rolls to his side, holding me close to his side as we catch our breaths.

The room is silent except for our ragged breathing.

The sweat glistens on our skin but neither of us seems to care.

The cuddling lasts for only a minute or two because Archer draws back and pulls out of me. I wince a little.

He disappears into the ensuite bathroom while I lie on the bed fully drained.

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