Page 23 of The Soul of Archer
"Fuck Alora. You're so fucking tight. Your pussy feels so good."
"I love your cock. Deep, never felt so deep."
Lance kissed her and began moving. Both moaned as her walls clamped around him with each thrust. Alora's hands slid over his shoulders, down his back while her legs slid up to wrap around his waist. As he thrust she would lift her hips meeting him, taking him deeper. The more she did this, the more aggressive he became.
"Alora... Christ woman...I don't want to hurt you."
"Stop holding back Lance. Fuck me."
His last string of resistance broke. On a deep guttural groan, Lance tugged them down further on the bed before pinning her wrists above her head. When her eyes flashed in hunger and delight he let go. Alora screamed in pleasure as he drove into her harder. Her voice begging for it, her body moving with his as best she could without the use of her arms. Her heels digging into his lower back to meet him thrust for thrust.
"Lance..."
"Alora...fuck I'm nearly there. Come with me baby."
Their lips met as they both exploded. Their bodies seized in unison as they reached that peak together. Lance released her wrists and her arms came around him, stroking his back as their bodies slowly came down. Gingerly, he eased out of her, hissing as her walls gripped him. With a sigh he flopped onto his back, gasping for air. Alora curled up against his side, one arms draped over his stomach.
"Christ almighty." He panted.
"Ditto." She giggled.
In seconds, both were laughing. He turned his head and kissed her forehead. Alora lay there watching him slip from the bed, his back straining as he moved. Damn the man was the perfect male specimen. He moved from the bed toward the bathroom. She rolled onto her back stretching herself. Her body felt well and gloriously used.
"You look satisfied Madame."
"After the way you just fucked me Sir, I should be." She sassed.
Lance was on the bed over her in a flash. “I think I like that you called me Sir."
"Yeah? I think I liked calling you Sir." Alora breathed.
Lance kissed her softly. "Maybe we can explore that later. Right now, what do you say we get cleaned up and go for a ride?"
"A ride? Don't tell me you have a motorcycle."
"I do."
She moaned picturing him on a bike. "What kind?"
"A Bonneville T120 Black."
"Then let's go." She was out of the bed and rushing to the shower with Lance following behind her laughing.
Chapter 11
Alora sighed climbing off the back of Lance's bike and took in the beauty around her. Lance had pulled over at a scenic overlook with the rolling hills of the Texas Hill Country spread out before them. This was one of the things that had attracted Alora to the Austin area. As a kid she and her parents had taken many camping trips in the hill country and she had always loved it.
"It's so beautiful here."
"Yep. Before we moved here to open Blackout, I had never been to Texas. Ethan grew up in Austin, so he was always telling us stories of how pretty it was. I never took him seriously till we got here. Of course, I still think North Carolina is prettier, but I'm biased there."
Alora giggled. She had to admit, North Carolina was beautiful, but she was a Texas girl through and through. She could never imagine living anywhere else. She licked her lips when Lance took her wrists and pulled her to him, lacing his fingers at the base of her spine. She laid her hands against his chest beneath his worn leather jacket.
"Lance?"
"Yeah?"
