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“Archer.” She wraps her legs and arms around my body as she takes my full length to the hilt.

CHAPTER23

DON’T ASK ME TO SET YOU FREE

Paloma

His muscular form brushes every inch of my body. I indulge in the fantasy that this beautiful man is all mine. He is everything I thought he would be. Our mouths collide in a heated kiss. I take on his full length and his tongue, while I run my hands all over him—his hard chest, the planes and valleys on his back, and his slim hips. The man is perfection. And the way he’s claiming me, like he never wants to leave my body ever again, makes me call out for him. I don’t even care that I sound greedy and broken.

Liquid fire laps at my core, igniting the usual climb. It’s impossible to want a person this much. I shouldn’t be this weak, but I can’t help it. For however long Archer wants me, I’m his. He thrusts into me, cursing against the soft spot behind my ear. Panting a breath, he moves down to give my nipples the attention they crave. But the fleeting release only works to fan the flames of my desire even more.

I rub my leg against his thigh, feeling every muscle there. He cups my butt cheek and rams into me, sending me over the edge. I peak, my orgasm tottering at my core, but then he stops. Embers simmer right on my G-Spot. I’m ready to come, but he’s so still, I don’t quite get there.

“Archer.” I bring my palms up his biceps and over his shoulders. “Don’t stop.”

“You don’t get to come just yet.” He sucks on my neck, kneading my breasts. “Twice you’ve tried to escape. I need to make sure you don’t try that again.”

“I wasn’t trying to leave today.” I cup his cheek. The anguish I find in his eyes brings tears to my eyes. “I want to be with you.”

“You feel so good.” He rocks his hips. I feel my orgasm touch me again, but still, he refuses to give me the release I need. “And you taste even better.” His gaze bores into mine. I’m about to catch fire from wanting him so much. But then, he pulls out and lies down next to me. “Have a taste of that pussy, Little Dove.”

My whole core screams at me in protest of my unrealized climax. I rub myself, trying to soothe my aching clit to somehow give it what Archer is denying me.

He takes my hand and kisses it. “Not you. Me.”

The world stops as the full recognition of what he’s offering washes over me. He brings my hand to his erection, which is covered in my arousal. My own needs are forgotten as I scramble to my knees. The drumming in my ears intensifies with the anticipation of having him like this. I dig my nails on his abs, bend over his shaft and take him into my mouth.

“Fuck.” He groans, gripping my hair at my neck.

He’s massive, hard, and smooth. My lips stretch when he pushes forward, making me take all of him. I wrap my fingers around his cock and awkwardly pump up to meet my mouth, then down. I’ve never done this before, but he guides me to take him the way he wants. When I find a rhythm, he releases the hold he has on me and watches me with hooded eyes.

“Do you like that?” he asks.

“Yes.” I lick him from base to shaft, following the angry vein along his length until I reach the tip. I suck on it, then make my way down on the other side. His cock in my mouth is an erotic dream.

“Jesus.” He cups my cheek. “Is it all clean?”

I nod, but I push him past my teeth one more time, pumping with one hand, while rubbing his muscular thighs with the other. God, his body is impressive—lethal even as he lies here seemingly under my control.

He lifts me at the waist, so his member falls out of my mouth with a pop. “Drench it again.” He plunges past my entrance.

“Ah.” I let my head fall back.

This time, my lust for him is so overpowering, there’s no climb or easy ascent, my legs tremble around him as my walls grip his erection tight.

“I’m coming,” I confess.

“Not yet.” He slides his palms under my ass and pulls me off him.

“Lick me clean again,” he orders. “Don’t waste a single drop of your juices.”

“It hurts.” I swallow, meeting his gaze.

“Think about that the next time you want to escape.” He grips the nape of my neck again. “Suck my cock, Little Dove.”

I do as he says. The lap of my tongue washes away my arousal one more time. I’m careful to go slow, so he knows I’m doing a good job, so he knows how much I fucking love his massive cock in my mouth.

“Such a good girl.” He feeds his erection into my mouth and thrusts into me several times.

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