Page 48 of Sinful Deception

“It will.” I nudge in a little further and almost blow my load and ruin all our fun anyway. So I hold my breath and work through the tight squeeze. “You’ll stretch as wide as I fucking ask you to.” I rock my hips and steal a little more space inside of her. “Because you love me. Because beneath this game ofpretend we don’t care about each other, you live to fucking please me. You’re a good girl, Minka Mayet. And you turn to cream when I tell you how good you are.”

“Archer!”

“So tight.” I stare up at the ceiling and blink through the stars that flicker through my vision. “You’re choking the life out of me.”

“It’s too much.” She drops her head again and whimpers. “Too tight.”

“You were made for me.” I drag my fingers from her ass and bring them around to touch her clit.Don’t mix the front and the back. Bad. I know.But I touch only her throbbing clit and circle it until something inside her detonates. Until a scream rolls along her throat, and my cock slips another two inches into her creamy, warm depths. “There you go,” I soothe. “Look at you, making room for me like a good girl.”

“I’m gonna come.” She pants and rocks, her hips dragging me forward and back. “I’m gonna finish.”

“You’ll finish when I fucking tell you to.” I slap her clit and feel the fire in my veins when her cunt gobbles me up in response. She pulls me in and swallows me down, until I’m fucking her with two cocks, and there simply isn’t any room left. “That feels good, doesn’t it, Minnnka?” I circle her clit and thrill in the way she nods.

Wordless. Breathless. Tears rolling down her cheeks and blood pooling beneath the skin.

But she nods.

“You always please me.” I fuck her like this is all we’ll ever have, slamming into her pussy and owning her body the way she promised I could. But I grin and hold my breath to stave off my release. “Whether you argue, or do as I say, everything you do pleases me.”

“Archer,” she cries. “I’m ready.”

“That’s why I can’t stop having you. It’s why a day and a half feels like a lifetime, and leaving you in this bed without eating your pussy feels like an opportunity wasted.” I smack her clit and groan when she squeezes me tight. “You asked me to fuckyou like I don’t love you. And I tried, Minka. I swear I did. But fucking you like Idolove you is a million times better.”

I pinch her clit and set her off until she explodes around me. Crushing my cock. Screaming into the mattress. Fisting the blankets and still, shoving herself backwards so she doesn’t lose a single inch.

“Fucking you so it hurts and loving you at the same time is like sniffing cocaine and eating your ass until I blow.” I grab her hips and pull her onto my cock one last time, coming on a roar that drains every muscle I possess of strength. It steals the oxygen from my lungs and the common sense from my brain. I explode deep inside and fill her with my cum until white hot semen spills onto the bed anyway.

There’s too much, and she has too little space to hold it.

She sobs into the covers, her back muscles turning taut and her ass glowing from my smacking hands.

But it’s her shouted “I love you” that makes me blow again. Her angry statement, coated in desperation and sealed with everything I want from her for the rest of our days. I want her. All of her. Her whole fucking heart and soul are to be my prisoners, and I won’t feel a single shred of remorse for taking something so precious.

“Good girl.”

MINKA

“Idon’t want to go out there again.” I lie splayed across Archer’s chest, my leg resting over his thighs and my ear pressed above his heart. His pulsethud-thud-thudsto create a perfect symphony in the back of my mind, and best of all, his fingers stroke the sensitive skin covering my hip. We’re wrapped up so tight, we may as well be one person. But I hear Cato in the living room now, moving around and dropping his bags.

Archer and I have been in here for… I don’t even know. Hours.

“He’s gonna find my panties on the floor in the living room.” Groaning, I pull back far enough to look up into his eyes. “We left them there and forgot to pick up before he got home.”

“Those are his panties now.” Chuckling, he folds his neck and feathers a kiss to my lips. “You’re never getting them back.”

“The fact you’re okay with it concerns me.” I roll my eyes and straighten my head again so I can be comfortable. “Your baby brother is a pervert, and he’s barely five minutes into adulthood. He can’t even legally drink yet.”

“I didn’t say I was okay with him stuffing my wife’s panties into his pillowcase and pulling them out when he’s lonely. I’m just saying I’m realistic enough to know he’s gonna stuff my wife’s?—”

“Yeah, yeah. Okay.” I blindly bring my hand up and clap it over his mouth, not at all sorry when I miss my target and poke his eyes instead. “He’s a creep and him having them feels icky. Which is why I’m not going out there again tonight. Or, ya know, this year.”

He nibbles on the tips of my fingers. “No one is forcing you to. Stay in here forever, and I’ll bring you enough food to sustain life. I won’t ever have to share you again, which is completely okay with me. And you won’t have to talk to my brother again, which, evidently, is okay with you.”

“If only life was so simple.” I moan at the chime of my phone echoing along the hall and tapping at our bedroom door, like a visitor gently requesting entry. “The outside world insists on talking to me.”

“It’s nighttime. Aubree’s with Tim now, so you never have to take her calls and expect it to be an emergency. And your office hours ended at five o’clock.”

“As chief,” grunting, I set my elbows on his chest and push up until my hair drapes over my shoulder, tickling his flesh. “My hours technically never end. Patten comes in to take over, but if shit hits the fan, the fan becomes mine to clean.”

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