Page 68 of Pretty Rings and Broken Things

I click my tongue. “I love how greedy you are for my cock, baby.” My voice trembles with the desire to finally fuck her. “But I need to be inside you. Now.” I pull her into me, both my hands coming to rest on either side of her cheeks. “Is that okay with you?”

She nods, her teeth digging into her bottom lip as she smiles. “Yes.”

That one word is all I need. My hands find herhips as I pull her onto the bed with me. Once again, I spin our bodies in the sheets until she’s under me. My hand presses into the bed right next to her head as my cock pushes against her hip.

“Have you thought about this as much as I have?” I ask, taking a moment just to soak it in. I’ve wanted this for longer than I should, and even though all I can do is think about pushing inside her and finally feeling her cunt mold to me, I don’t want to rush things either.

I want to do this every day from now until forever, but I have no idea if that’s what she wants. I want to savor the moment, to remember every single detail of the way our bodies mold together for the first time.

“I need you to answer me,” I plead, kissing along her neck. Her skin tastes like vanilla. I could spend all night kissing up and down her body and memorizing the feel of every slope and plane against my lips. “Tell me you’ve thought about us finally doing this as much as I have.”

Her hands run down my spine as I continue to trail my lips along her neck. “I’ve thought about it a lot. All those mornings you came back from working out…it was hard not to.”

I laugh against her throat, loving the way her back arches when my breath hits her skin. “Good.” The one word says more than enough.

I want her to think about me as much as I think about her. I want her to know the intense pull I feel to be near her, to be as close to her as possible, isn’t just one-sided.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” she asks, her tone begging.

“Yes,” I answer immediately, needing to be inside her.

I push off the mattress so I can reach between our bodies and line my cock up with her. She jerks when my head runs through her wetness, driving me even more wild.

“Please tell me you’re on the pill. I think I have a condom somewhere if we need it, but fuck, I don’t want there to be anything between us.”

“I am,” she whispers, moving her hips to get friction. “I don’t want anything between us. I want to feel you. All of you.”

“I’m so fucking ready for that,” I tell her, leaning down and kissing her to prolong the inevitable. I know the moment I push inside her, I will further ruin myself for anyone but her.

CHAPTER 36

WINNIE

Archer runshis cock through my wetness, preparing himself to finally fuck me. It feels like forever since I first realized how badly I wanted him in that small room at the gym. I didn’t know if he’d ever actually give in to this tension between us, so the longer he teases me before actually sliding in, the more desperate I get for him.

“Archer, please,” I beg, lifting my hips to try and force him in myself.

He laughs, the sound coming from deep in his throat. If I wasn’t so turned on, I’d be annoyed with the laugh and the smirk on his lips. Instead, they just further fuel how attracted I am to him and how much I need him.

“Is my wife ready to take me?” he asks, his voice coming out smooth like velvet.

I nod, unable to form words.

His deep brown eyes find mine, and I try not to read too much into the way he’s looking at me right now. “If it’s ever too much, you just say the word. You got it?”

I nod again, knowing there’s no way anything would ever be too much with him. If anything, it’d never be enough because I don’t know if I could ever get my fill of him. But I nod to tell him I understand anyway to make him feel better.

He circles my clit with the head of his cock once before hefinally gives me what I want. He slides in slightly, allowing me time to stretch around him.

“Oh god.” I moan, knowing there’s still so much of him left.

“I’d much prefer you call me Archer,” he responds, a teasing tone to his voice as he leans down and places a kiss to my lips.

“Archer,” I say, his name breaking on my lips as he continues to fit himself inside me. He’s too big. I’m scared it won’t work, but he continues to slowly push in and allow my body to acclimate to him.

“That’s better, baby,” he responds, his voice tight. I wonder if it’s taking all of him to not speed things up. I appreciate him giving me time to adjust to him, but I’m also ready for him to pick up the pace.

Finally, he gets all the way in, and we both let out a rush of air.

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