Page 100 of Beautiful Thing

With that, Archer’s hips slowly push up off the floor, his crown nudging between my pussy lips and barely breaching my entrance.

His cock is so big, it’s intimidating. I wonder again if my pussy will be able to accommodate him. I hesitate.

Archer seems to notice my trepidation. “I’ll take my time,” he promises me. “I’ll go slow for you. And you’ll tell me if it’s too much.” He lays out a very reasonable game plan.

But then the past however many years flash through my mind. The stolen glances. The restrained smiles. The forced distance. The pent-up longing. It was all building up to this moment. I have no intention of chickening out.

I clench my teeth and sink all the way down in one quick swoop. My eyes bulge in shock as my walls stretch to mold perfectly to his shape and size. A shock of pain floods in from impaling myself too quickly.

But just as quickly, the sensation is swept away by a wave of pleasure. My head falls forward and my ears fill with the sound of Archer’s sensual groan.

He howls with pleasure as his back shoots up off the floor, a concerned expression on his face. “Good god, Layla. Are you okay? Are you trying to hurt yourself?” He cups my cheek in his hand.

I begin to move, slowly sliding my pussy up and down his length.

“Oh my god, Archer. You feel so good.” I hold onto his shoulders as I gingerly gyrate my hips, trying to find my rhythm on his giant cock.

He releases a grunt and I watch as he begins to relax, lying back against the carpet once more. “You look so beautiful on top of me like this.”

My fingertips travel over his broad, strong chest, enjoying his firm muscles and the smattering of hair dusted across his pecs. “Damn, you’re the beautiful one,” I giggle breathlessly.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He stares at me adoringly as he reaches up to flick a thumb over my nipple. “You’re a fucking masterpiece, Layla. You have no idea how perfect you look on my cock right now.”

I move my hips, gradually picking up speed, clawing at the fibers of the carpet as the pressure between my thighs mounts.

“This feels so good.” I lean forward. When my teeth grate the column of his throat, his arms tighten around me.

“Layla. Fuck.” he breathes out reverently.

My pussy throbs. “Say my name again,” I beg.

He turns his head to look at me, his eyes drunk. His hand cradles my cheek. “Layla,” he repeats. It’s a guttural plea.

I release a moan. “Yeah. The way you say my name. Let’s add that to the list of things I like about you.”

He grins breathlessly. “Dammit—Layla, Layla, Layla. You have no fucking idea what you’re doing to me, pretty girl.”

Continuing to work my hips, I lean in to kiss and lick his throat. I’m on a bit of a power trip. I’ll admit it. I love wielding my tiny bit of newfound power over this powerful man.

Archer’s head drops against the carpet and he groans. “You’re so fucking tight, Layla. Squeezing on me. Keep squeezing my cock, baby. You’re riding me so good. I love how you’re taking all of it in that tight pussy. Fuck.”

His big hands come under my ass, roughly moving me up and down on his cock. My entire body shudders each time he slams me down on his lap. His pelvis works in sync with mine, meeting my every roll with a hard, determined, perfectly-timed thrust.

Just when I think I’m about to lose my mind, Archer flips me over. Without warning, I’m beneath him on the floor. Once he’s in control, he’s effortlessly rising to his feet, my body clutched in his arms like a helpless rag doll.

I knew this man was strong. But the unmistakable display of power in this maneuver is beyond sexy.

His thrusting hips don’t miss a beat as he takes a few steps across the room. He practically throws me on the table and puzzle pieces rain to the floor.

I screech out loud. “But Archer. The puzzle!” I lean over to peek at the wooden jigsaw pieces now scattered at his feet.

Archer hunches over me, face buried in my neck, a pleading tone in his voice as his hips pump relentlessly. “My god, Belle, I’m buried inside you. After all this time. You can’t possibly expect me to give a fuck about the puzzle.”

He steals my attention, hooking my leg over his shoulder and hitting deep inside me, discovering a spot that’s never been touched before.

I groan in pleasure as heat rains through me. I cling to his neck, wondering when the hell I got so flexible and whether I’ll be able to walk tomorrow.

Archer’s fingers grip the edge of the table and he fucks me mercilessly. The old antique rocks and creaks precariously beneath the power of his thrusts.

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