Page 99 of Red River

Now completely naked, I remained kneeling in the grass. I bowed my head in submission.

Only one part of me refused to submit. My cock stood bold and proud, fully hard, showing no interest in bowing to Archer—only demanding what it usually wanted. A real single-issue voter.

Archer took the blanket and, with one motion, spread it out so it settled evenly over the ground.

I waited for his command, not moving an inch.

Then Archer pointed at the blanket.

"Present."

I crawled toward it on all fours, my cock heavy between my legs. A trail of pre-cum stuck to my inner thigh. I climbed onto the blanket, trying not to seem too eager, aiming for something more composed, more submissive—but it was nearly impossible.

Every part of me ached to be taken.

I arched my back, presenting myself to him, tilting my hips backward as much as possible. My forehead rested against theblanket, knees spread wide enough to give him a good view of my hole… and my balls hanging between my legs.

Archer stayed silent.

I felt his eyes on me, attentively inspecting my hole.

The awareness that he was standing right behind me sent another rush of warmth through me, making me even more desperate. I couldn’t see his face, couldn’t read his expression—I could only let him look.

"You look like you’re in heat."

The moment he said it, I felt a clenching sensation deep inside my muscle ring. Yeah… I did feel weirdly wound up, maybe too much, but I ignored it.

I didn’t say a word—just let out a soft whimper of submission.

I heard Archer crouch down, then kneel behind me.

Silence. He was still just… looking at my hole.

God, why was it so fucking hot? Something about being so shamelessly displayed for him made my whole body burn. It was twisted—humiliating and arousing all at the same time.

"On your back."

I immediately flipped over. Now Archer was kneeling between my legs, looking down at me. I spread my thighs open while he studied my crotch and my obscenely protruding dick.

Our eyes met.

Then Archer smiled slightly and slowly leaned over me, propping himself on his elbows, one on either side of my head.

His face hovered inches from mine.

"I wanted to tell you something…" I murmured. "I never slept with him after you kissed me."

Archer was silent.

"You know what’s funny?" I continued. "Even when I was in heat, I didn’t want him with me. After one heat where I useda dildo, he said that next time, he’d do it for me. But me? Next time, I took the blockers. So it never happened."

Archer just watched me.

"Honestly, what I’m about to say is awful, but… I’ve thought about us before," I admitted, my face burning. "Not when you were sixteen, but a few years later. It hit me one evening when I realized you were already nineteen, fully legal. I had this thought that if I were ever to cheat on Thomas, it would only be with you."

Archer softly stroked my cheek, and I let out a shaky sigh, embarrassed but wanting to keep going with the story.

"I imagined it—you sneaking into our house at night while Thomas was asleep, snoring under his apnea mask. In fact, we didn’t even sleep in the same room anymore; I had my own little nest. And I pictured the window opening, you… invading our house, not asking for permission, just grabbing me by the neck and fucking me."

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