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He looks into my eyes, his lips just inches away from mine. My breath catches in my throat. He moves his hips against mine, making me gasp with pleasure at his long, even strokes, bringing my orgasm back to life.
Every movement sends a wave of pleasure through my body. I’m getting closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. I slam my hips against his, following his rhythm. The desire intensifies with each thrust of his long, thick cock. His breath is labored as he glides in and out of my slippery pussy, stretching me, making me feel so good.
“Yes!” I cry as the orgasm thunders through me. “Archer!”
His dark hair falls over his forehead, that wicked sexy smile on his lips. “Gorgeous girl,” he murmurs. “So gorgeous coming all over me. You’ve soaked my cock, just the way I like it. You know just what to do to me, don’t you, baby girl? Fuck, your pussy was made to please my cock, and you do it so well. More, baby girl, more. I want you to come again all over me, all around me. Clutch my cock. Possess me. That’s it, baby girl, fuck, yeah, fuck.”
“Ahhhh!” I scream, bucking underneath him as another climax hits my body like lightning. I convulse under him, my stomach muscles straining against the violence of the orgasm tearing its way through me. “Archer! More!”
“You want more, baby girl? Can you take more?”
“Yes! Please! Yes!”
He hammers into me, thrust after thrust, sending me straight into the abyss of bliss, drowning in the pleasure overload. I quiver and tremble, opening my eyes when I feel Owen looming over me. His cock is ready for me to take in my mouth already. He thrusts harshly, his breath ragged, fucking my mouth as I lie helpless underneath Archer, as yet another orgasm careens through me.
“Fuck,” I mumble weakly. “Fuck.”
“Are you ready for me to come inside you?” Archer asks.
“Yes, please.”
“Please what?”
“Please come inside me, please, Archer, I need your cum in my pussy.”
He slams his hips against mine and then unloads his cum into me, mingling it with Owen’s and mine as his cock pumps out enough cum to fill me up and slide back out again.
He withdraws quickly, panting heavily. Owen withdraws and fires his cum onto my tits in hot splashes.
“You know what I want, baby girl,” Archer breathes. “Give it to me. Let me see that cum.”
I squeeze my muscles, enjoying his groan of pleasure when he sees the cum sliding out.
“Perfect, baby girl. Fuck, you are perfect.”
Lying in a tangled heap on the bed, Archer and Owen groan and move away from me after cleaning me up a bit.
“Noo!” I protest, trying to bring them back, but it soon becomes apparent why they have moved away.
Finn has moved closer.
He has observed our lovemaking, his face a blank mask, but now he has specks of desire in his eyes.
I hold my hand out, leaving it totally up to him whether he comes to me or not. My breath hitches when he hesitantly reaches for me. Our fingers touch, sending a spark of electricity arcing between us as Archer and Owen leaves us alone. I’m grateful. He doesn’t need the extra pressure.
“Do you want this?” I ask.
He nods slowly.
“I’m not that experienced, but I will take the lead, okay? If I do something you don’t like, or are not comfortable with, tell me, and I’ll stop straight away.”
“Baby steps,” he murmurs, sitting on the bed next to me, making me smile.
“Yes, baby steps.”
I start by pushing his hair back, and he looks up at me. I inch my way closer to him, brushing my lips over his before pulling away slightly. I can feel his breath mix with mine, and I sense his anticipation. His hands curl around my body, and I let out a small gasp in pleasure and surprise that he initiated such an intimate touch so soon. Bolder, I press my lips back to his, planting gentle kisses across his mouth and down to his collarbone. The butterflies are rampant in my stomach. I can only imagine how he must be feeling. Moving further down, I glide my tongue along his chest lightly. His heart is pounding. I can feel it under my lips. His breathing grows heavier, but he doesn’t push me away or give me his safe word.
So, I keep going.
