Page 78 of My Darling Mayhem

I watched with rapt attention as he harshly spit right along my slit, then used his fingers to rub it into my clit. It was so hot it had my legs clenching together, which he stopped by spreading my thighs apart.

After he spread his blunt fingers down my slick center, his hand landed near my ear. His chest hovered above mine, and ever so slowly, he began inserting the tip of his cock inside me.

“Can I wet it for you first?” I asked, remembering how hot sucking his cock had made me. I ached for that fullness back in my mouth even days later.

“No, you’re going to lick it clean once I come inside your pretty cunt, Wren.”

Oh god. Archer's hips nestled between mine while my legs came up, caging him. He locked his hand against my hip, adjusting more of his length inside me. My chest rose in anticipation as he placed his other hand under my back and began pulling me up while his knees came underneath him. His biceps flexed as he held my weight as though I weighed nothing at all until I was sliding down along his shaft and straddling his hips. My chest smashed against his, my gaze focused on his hunger as I stared down at him and shifted the smallest bit. His length was long and thick, so the adjusting took a second or two of acute pain.

Once he’d fully sheathed himself, he began kissing me again. My hips slid forward over his cock, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

“Fuck.”

His hands came to my hips as he pinned me in place. “No, baby, but we’re about to.”

My eyes flashed open as he pushed into me with a groan, deeper than he’d been. My mouth parted as he adjusted his grip and lifted me so his slick, veiny cock was revealed, and then he slammed me back down onto his shaft.

“Oh my god,” I cried out, clinging to his shoulders.

He leaned forward and sucked on my neck, harsh and brutal. “Do I need to remind you that you’re mine, Wren? I’m yours. It’s not God you’ll scream to. It’s me. Call my name.” A vicious kiss rendered me speechless, and he repeated the process of slowly pulling me up and off his thickness, only to slam me back down.

I cried out each and every time, feeling impossibly full while also unprepared for the way he hit that perfect place inside me each and every time. I tried to fuck him on my own by rolling my hips, but he’d only click his tongue, chiding me.

“My little slut, so eager for my cock. Didn’t I just tell you to call my name?” His mouth was back on me, sucking my nipple into his mouth. He shifted us so I was on my back, and he pulled out of me completely.

“Archer!”

“That’s it, beautiful. Now, open your mouth.”

Gripping his cock, he moved on his knees.

“You’re going to taste what you do to me.”

He held my chin and slid his slick cock into my mouth while kneeling next to me. I took him in, opening and not caring when he hit the back of my throat. He groaned deeply while he pulled my hair with one hand and held my chin with the other.

“So fucking deep for me. You take me so well.” He pushed farther into my throat until my eyes watered, and I was gagging around his length. Pulling out, he’d gently push back in and repeat the process, making spit leak out of the sides of my mouth and down my chin.

“That’s it. Take all of me, Wren. You look so beautiful when your lips are wrapped around my cock.” His length slid out, and he held the base while he traced the tip over my lips.

“Get on your hands and knees, push your face into the mattress, ass up.”

I did as he instructed, moving slowly and keeping my gaze on his cock. Before I moved, I took one last suck of his length, moaning around him before he pulled my hair back.

“Do what I said, Wren. I don’t want to put any marks on that perfect skin, but I will. We don’t have the proper time.”

I moved, pushing my face into the soft duvet but to the side so I could breathe while leaving my ass up in the air.

He didn’t play with me or spit or do anything but hold my hip with one hand and shove inside me so hard that I cried out. His hand came down in a punishing slap to my ass as he pulled out, then slammed back inside. Suddenly something wet landed against my tight hole while he continued to fuck me ruthlessly. Then, before I could process that he’d spit again, his thumb was pressing into my ass.

“You need both filled, don’t you? Such a...” He slapped my ass hard on one cheek, then the other. “Filthy, little...” He spit on my asshole again, rubbing harder with his thumb. “Slut.”

I screamed as my orgasm ripped through me in a way that had never hit before. Darkness danced behind my eyes, my breathing was shallow, and I didn’t notice how hard Archer was slamming into me until he froze, cursing above me.

“Shit, look at that. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

I could hear his harsh breathing and even more mutterings of appreciation and happiness, but I felt like I was drifting in and out of a fog. Somewhere, I knew I belonged forever, yet I had never once visited.

Archer left to grab a warm rag, but I was still so out of it that I hadn’t even realized his arms were around me, and he was holding me in his bed until a few minutes later. His lips gently pressed into my shoulder as he whispered something I couldn't hear.

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