Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 137131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
No barriers. No slow caresses. No hesitation.
This doesn’t have to mean more than one reckless night. For now, that’s enough.
Because I’ve wanted every sexy inch of him ever since he first walked into the cabin and growled in my face.
He tosses me on the bed.
I land with a bounce and a startled giggle.
When I turn to face him, he’s standing in front of me, all angry god.
He looks down like I’m his property, a feast laid out for his taking.
I’m pretty sure this man is all muscle. Let’s face it, I am.
All mother-of-God, bona fide, delicious man I want to gulp down like cold sweet tea on a suffocating summer day.
“Fuck,” he rumbles, his voice hoarse with need.
“Yeah. Couldn’t have said it better myself.”
His gaze skims down my body now.
I can practically feel the weight of it dragging past my breasts, across my stomach, landing between my legs.
God, if I have my way, he’ll go to town tonight.
His cock jerks in his shorts, and I watch with rabid enthusiasm as he looks on at his offering.
Of course, he’s enormous.
Part elephant.
The kind of huge that I know might hurt a little when he enters me, at least until my body adjusts to his size.
I also know that means it’s going to be the best fuck of my life.
I mean, just look at him.
If there’s anything this guy knows besides pizza and being father of the year, it’s sex.
And weightlifting, I guess. With biceps like his, he could throw me across the room.
Or just pin me down and leave me begging until I pass out.
In one swift motion, he pulls off his shirt, but before he can reach his shorts, I sit up again.
“Wait.” I reach out, running my fingers along the waistband. “Let me do the honors.”
Without seeing his face, I touch him through the shorts. He groans.
“Woman, I didn’t invite you in to tease me,” he says as I run two fingers along his length, feeling it throbbing under my fingers.
God.
I lean in and breathe against it, and he sucks in a rough breath of his own.
“I know.”
“You don’t have to do this. If it’s too much, too fast, we can stop right now, even if I’ll need to spend the rest of the night in the tub, buried in ice.”
“I don’t, Archer.” I smile up at him as I cup his balls. “But I want to taste your come.”
“Winnie—fuck!”
It’s so on.
My brain sticks on all the little details as I pull his shorts down to his knees and open my mouth for the first few inches of his massive cock.
He’s so girthy it’s inhuman.
His abs are granite, inhumanly well defined as he inhales sharply.
His pecs are broader than mountains.
The tattoo on his arm swells as he flexes, and I notice more ink on the right side of his chest.
A poppy, I think, standing dark red against the black of what looks like barbed wire. There’s a date, too.
It must be for his friend. Big Frank from Chicago who never came home, and the thought unlocks something in me.
Doesn’t make me less horny, no—I don’t think anything could stop me from wanting him right now—but there’s this tenderness, too.
Plus, unholy appreciation, because tattoos on a man like this would make any red-blooded woman feral.
I show it by dragging my lips down his cock, dangerously close to gagging when I take him, and I’m still not even halfway down.
Worth it.
So worth it.
“Good girl,” Archer rumbles, sliding his fingers through my hair, holding me against him. “I like how you struggle. Keep sucking. Take what you can.”
With pleasure, I do.
My pussy aches from how intense this is, even when it’s an exercise to keep breathing between the slow, rhythmic thrusts of his cock.
He’s sexy and bossy and so fucking hard I want him to slam into me right now.
I’m so wet, I’ve soaked my little shorts. When he looks down between my legs to see, I know he notices. His eyes darken as I come up for air.
“Will you come in my mouth? What do you want next?” I ask, licking my lips.
It’s not that I need to be commanded, but Archer has such a voice, and it would be a crime if I didn’t let him use it.
When he doesn’t answer, I slide my fingers up his thighs, stopping short of reaching where I know he wants me to go.
On reflex, he thrusts his hips, and I grin.
“You have to tell me, silly.”
“Never had you pegged for a dirty girl,” he mutters, his fist tightening in my hair.
“What do you want, Archer Rory? Tell me.”
He groans. “Just put your mouth back on me. Fuck, I want to taste your pussy. You make me want a thousand things, all hard to decide, Winnie.”
When I pull his shorts fully down his legs, I shiver. His cock leaks on my fingers as I stroke him slowly, engulfing him again with my mouth.