Page 99 of Beautiful Thing

I reach down, sliding my fingers over his, guiding his shaft to lay against my core. “I still need you, Archer,” I whine, clenching my upper thighs and engulfing his erection in the wetness and heat of my pussy lips. “I want you naked…” I whisper against his mouth.

I begin undoing all the buttons of his shirt, needing desperately to touch his skin.

“Oh, yeah?” I feel his lips curve into a grin. “Why do you want me naked, Layla?”

I writhe against him, hating that he’s toying with me.

“Tell me, Belle. Use your words. Why do you want me to take off my clothes?” he insists.

“I want your cock,” I breathe out, molars gritted with frustration as I peel his shirt off his shoulders.

“And what do you plan to do once you get my cock?” he prods further.

“Ride it,” I say, delirious at the mere idea of having him inside me. “I want to ride it.”

My god—his body is glorious. Thick shoulders, golden skin, a dusting of dark chest hair. How lucky am I?!

“Fuck, baby. That sounds like a good plan. A really, really good plan.” He groans regretfully. “But we can’t…”

My head shoots up and I stare at him in question.

“I don’t have any condoms in this house,” he explains. “I haven’t needed condoms in, well, years.”

My eyes widen as I hold his gaze. “Years?”

Razor used to tell me that a man couldn’t control himself for more than a few days without sex. That was how he’d justify constantly cheating on me. And now, here’s Archer, telling me a very different story.

He nods, stroking my chin. “Don’t you understand? I haven’t wanted anybody but you, and I haven’t even tried.”

Hearing that only makes me more feral for him. I feel the need to assure him, too. “I haven’t let a man touch me since—”

He cuts me off with an urgent kiss. “Don’t say it. Don’t say his name when you’re naked in my arms. Don’t even think about that asshole right now.”

That’s a request I gladly comply with. I let myself get lost in Archer’s kiss.

“Do you trust me to fuck you bare?” he asks me pointedly when we pull apart. I appreciate his bluntness.

I nod in consent because there’s a boulder sitting on my vocal cords.

“I’ll be careful,” he promises me earnestly.

“I know you will.” I suck in a sharp breath. “I trust you.” Oh, I trust him so much.

Archer eases his hips off the floor and, with me still sitting on his lap, he somehow wrestles his pants and underwear past his ankles. His erection bobs free in the space between our bodies. It’s thick and long and rock-hard, pronounced veins snaking up the length. The mushroom-shaped tip beads with moisture.

I look down at it, my mouth watering. I don’t know how that thing is ever going to fit in my pussy. All I know is, I’m willing to sprain a muscle or displace an organ trying tonight.

Archer grips my waist in one hand, lifting me slightly off his lap. He clutches his shaft in the other.

“You sure about this, right?” he asks me, giving me one last chance to back out.

His words from a few weeks ago return to my mind.Once I kiss these lips, you’re mine, Layla. There’s no going back.

He was right all along. We’ve gone way past kissing, way past the point of return. Who am I kidding? I already belong to Archer Brighton. The sad part is, I don’t know if I’ll ever bring myself to admit it.

I grasp his scruffy cheeks in my hands, looking him directly in the eyes. “I’m sure, Archer. I want you.”

Eyes on me, he angles his erection in the space between my thighs. Breathing hard, I position myself, allowing his crown to notch against my entrance.

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