Page 95 of The Devil's Hunt

With that, he led me toward a secluded corner of the room, behind his throne, away from prying eyes. Kai and Theo were preoccupied with multiple girls, and the rest of the crowd was high, drunk, or engaged in various orgies. I yearned for him, my sex throbbing between my legs, aching for his touch. I needed to feel him inside me, to be claimed by him again. I pushed him against the wall, and my mouth crashed against his, my tongue plunging into his mouth. His hands fisted my hair, pulling me closer. I reached down, wriggling my fingers through his briefs and wrapping them around his rock-hard cock. He groaned, and I smiled deviously as I removed my hand from his pants and reached for the zipper. With one swift motion, I opened it and shoved his briefs down, his erection springing free, stiff and throbbing. It was a magnificent sight, and I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock, stroking it slowly and firmly.

“You feel so good,” I murmured.

His chest rose and fell rapidly, his breathing labored as he tried to control himself.

“Fuck, I need to be inside of you right now,” he growled, his hips thrusting forward slightly.

I dropped to my knees, the cool, marble floor under my skin, as I grasped him tightly in my hand, bringing his velvety tip to my mouth. I licked the tip, tasting the sweet saltiness I knew would send him over the edge if I continued. As I took him in my mouth, his breath hitched, and he let out a strangled moan. His hands fisted in my hair, holding me in place as I sucked him gently, teasing him with the tip of my tongue before sliding my mouth farther down his shaft. I sucked the pulsating vein under his skin, tasting the pre-cum that had started to drip down his shaft. I hummed around his cock, pushing him deeper into my mouth, taking him to the back of my throat.

Archer’s eyes were closed, his breathing irregular, his hands still gripping my hair tightly. His hips bucked roughly, urging me to go deeper, and I obliged. As I sucked him, I reached down and touched myself, sliding my fingers in and out, covering them in my arousal. I pulled away, gasping for air, and licked my lips, his pre-cum glistening on them. He stood me up, slamming me against the wall, pulling my dress up, hunger in his eyes when he saw my fingers buried deep inside of myself.

“What are you doing to me?” he asked, kneeling in front of me and pulling my fingers out.

I stared into his eyes, my chest rising and falling rapidly with each labored breath. His mouth descended upon my fingers like a starving beast, slurping up every last drop of me with unbridled greed.

“Hold onto something, Mila,” he growled before plunging his tongue inside of me, devouring my essence as if it were a lifeline.

My body quivered in response, my knees threatening to buckle under the weight of intense pleasure as he held me upright, his shoulders bracing my legs for support.

His appetite was insatiable as he continued to feast on me, his tongue probing deeper inside me, his hands holding my hips tightly.The sensation of his mouth on my clit was better than any drug, and I moaned loudly, my head falling back against the curtains behind me. His hands slid up my thighs, his fingers finding their way inside me, delving deep into my wet and swollen folds. I gasped, fighting to stay upright as he fingered me in time with his frenzied tongue. His fingers curled up, hitting the sweet spot inside of me, causing my body to shake.

“You taste so good,” he looked up at me, his green irises darkening.

My orgasm was building, the sensations too much to bear. He must have sensed it, too, for he stopped his assault on my clit and stood up, scooping me into his arms.

“I need to get you somewhere private,” he panted against my neck.

As if on cue, a door opened nearby, and Kai and Theo stumbled out, gaping at the sight of us. Archer barely hesitated before striding past them. We ended up in a dimly lit room with a large oak desk and bookshelves covering the walls.

He set me on the desk gently. My legs spread wide, my sex on full display. Archer's eyes roamed over my body, hunger burning in their depths. He picked up a laptop from the desk, tapping a few keys, and the room was bathed in a soft glow. Archer's gaze never left mine as he pushed down his pants and slid his briefs down, letting both fall to the floor. His erection stood tall, hard as stone, his cock tip glistening with pre-cum. I reached down, taking him in my hands, stroking him slowly.

"I can't wait any longer," he groaned, his voice thick with desire.

With my free hand, I pulled him closer, his body pressed against mine. He kissed me deeply, our tongues intertwining, his cock pulsating against my thigh. I moved my hand to his ass, pulling him closer, feeling his hard cock pressing against my dripping wet center.

“Fuck me,” I whimpered, needing him inside of me.

He positioned himself at my entrance and thrust into me in one swift motion, slamming into my cervix. I moaned loudly, arching my back at the sheer thickness of him stretching me wide, my skintingling from the drugs. He moved slowly, his hips undulating against me, and I thought I might explode from the feel of him.

“You feel so good,” he murmured.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside me. The only sound in the room was the melodious sound of his flesh slapping against mine. His strong hands gripped my hips, bruising me, guiding himself in and out, setting the pace.

“Harder,” I moaned, craving his roughness.

Archer obliged, his thrusts becoming rougher as he slammed into me. My body shook with each impact, my insides on fire with each thrust. I met his rhythm, pushing back into him, my nails digging into his back for support. He was a beast, possessing me with raw power, and I craved it. I moaned his name over and over; each sounding more desperate than the last. His mouth found my neck, his teeth sinking in with enough force to bruise. I didn’t care. I wanted him to mark me, to claim me as his. His tongue licked the wound, soothing it, while his fingers dug into my hips, holding me into place.

“I’m close,” he rasped, his voice quivering with need.

“Come inside me,” I begged, my core clenching around him, pulling him deeper.

Archer's pace quickened, matching the rising tempest within me. His fingers dug into my hips, holding me still as he plunged into me over and over.

"I'm going to come," I panted, my voice shaking with need.

Archer's thrusts grew even more powerful, his hips pistoning into me with a primal force. I could barely breathe, the pulsating pleasure building inside me like a raging storm. He groaned, calling out my name, as his climax hit. With each pulse of his cock, I felt the warm flood of his release inside me. My muscles tightened around him, the pleasure overwhelming me to the point that when I came, I screamed louder than I thought I was capable of as I exploded from within.

He collapsed onto me, his breath ragged, his hands still gripping my hips. I wrapped my legs around him, holding him close, savoring the smell of his skin. As the last of his spasms subsided, he pulled out of me, his still-erect cock glistening with our mingled juices. Awhisper of a smirk played on Archer’s lips, and his eyes held a gleam of triumph. Helping me off the desk, his hands lingered on my skin even as he pulled away. He adjusted his clothes and then helped me pull my dress down and fix my hair.

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