Chapter 16
Hazel
Archer opensthe five-car garage door and smoothly parks his car. I”ve been to his property a few times when he worked from home and needed things done, so I”m used to the impressive arches and statues at the entrance and the wraparound terrace facing the endless, well-manicured garden.
This evening, though, it”s hard to pay attention to these little details.
Archer slides out of the car and opens the door for me. He extends his hand to help me out, and the moment our fingers touch, a current of warmth shoots up my wrist and arm. He leads me inside through the garage door, and soon, I”m walking alongside him in the refined foyer.
I slide out of my shoes, and he does the same.
Then, he pulls me into his arms and slams me against the wall, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth. I lower my hand to his chest, then to his waistline; I fumble with his belt and zipper with incredible difficulty.
I want him inside me, pronto. But he grasps my wrist, deterring me from my goal, and pulls down my pants, along with my G-string, leaving my lower half exposed.
”Yes,” I hiss.
Archer kneels before me and plunges his head between my legs, parting my thighs and lapping at my folds. I quiver and moan, anxious I”ll lose my balance and fall. Sensing my apprehension, he swings my leg over his shoulder so he can lick me even deeper while grasping my waist to keep me from falling.
”Yes. Oh. Fuck…”
He grazes his teeth over my flesh and sucks my pussy, devouring me, eating me with an intensity I could never have imagined.
”Archer. God.”
He doesn”t let up, his fingers biting into my waist as he fucks me with his tongue. Sooner than I expected, pleasure crashes over my body, drilling my insides, and every tiny part of me comes apart, undone. A long, mewing sound escapes my lips as my body convulses and my hips undulate.
I”m still recovering when he stands upright and sweeps me off my feet, taking me in his strong arms. I chuckle, registering his actions as he walks up to his room. A room I’ve never visited before.
He throws me on his ginormous bed, and I look around, taking notice of the airy, spacious bedroom, which blends a modern, austere look with a luxurious bed with bedposts that look straight from Game of Thrones. The nightstands complete the look, and the modernity of the sleek TV, along with other electronic gadgets on a heavy wood desk, contrast the accents that hint at a former century.
”A bed at last,” I say.
”Don”t get too cozy,” he warns.
Archer removes his clothes, peeling off each piece and flinging it aside. This is the first time I”m able to take a good look at him in all his glorious nakedness.
I knew he was big, and I felt his touch and the pressure of his body against me. Seeing him fully naked is still quite the sight. A tall man with a delicious physique stands before me, his muscles bunching with every movement. The ridges and carved lines of his chest could’ve been sculpted by a world-famous artist. He”s all power and strength. My gaze trails to his waist, and I blush when I see his big cock jutting out proudly.
”Damn.”
He strokes his cock as he shortens the gap between us, his eyes never leaving mine.
Hot energy travels through me, racing my pulse and re-energizing my libido. I shift in the bed, my hips swaying, legs moving from side to side. When he finally joins me, he pulls me over him, and I gladly straddle him, my pussy inches from the head of his cock.
”You”re greedy, aren”t you, dirty girl?”
I don”t answer.
He nips my shoulder, sending millions of thrills through my body. I mewl, thoroughly aroused, so much I”m weakened, on a maddening high.
”Greedy for my cock, aren”t you?” Archer growls.
”Yes.”
”I wonder how greedy you are… if your ass is as welcoming as your pussy. If it would take my cock and milk every drop of my cum.”
His dirty talk sends me places. Does things to me. Twists my stomach, then untwists it so quickly it makes me dizzy.
”I wonder that, too.” The idea sends thrills down my spine. The way he turns me on, I bet every part of me would latch onto his cock. I”ve never tried anal before, but I don”t mind giving it a shot with him.
“Good. We’ll do that another day,” he promises.
I run my fingers over his shoulders, and he shivers. Encouraged, I continue my exploration, aiming lower until I position his cock inside me. I sit on him for a moment, enjoying every spark of awareness arcing through me. He groans and smashes his lips to mine, and even though I”m on top of him, he”s still very much in control.
I nip his lower lip, then suck it and release it with a pop.
He growls, the sexy sound reverberating through me. I lock my arms around his neck and move on him, moving my hips back and forth, then side to side, slowly finding the best position. A challenging task at first, with our contact so airtight, my inner walls stretching to the max to accommodate him, and my heart thrumming in my blood.
An emotional overdrive claims me, but I try to escape the madness and enjoy the moment.
”Hazel,” he whispers in my ear. ”Your pussy is so fucking wet and tight.”
I lower my hands to his shoulder blades and scratch his skin, a sense of female empowerment lighting me up. Placing my hand on his chest, I push him down until his back touches the mattress, and he looks at me with a sinful smile on his sexy lips.
The woman who wrote those entries in the journal manifests in me as I ride him. He cups my breast, squeezing my nipple gently and sending a jolt of lust to my core.
I can”t complain.
I have the best view… the hottest man alive as I fuck him, ride him, now more intensely, with a boldness I’ve never possessed in bed.
”That”s right, baby… fuck me. Go for it,” Archer says, egging me on, his voice so hoarse I can tell he”s hanging by a thread.
He plays with my breasts, thrills running up and down my body. Lowering his hand, he flicks my clit. The second he does, my pussy clamps around his cock, moving me from a slow simmer to an explosion of sensation. He doesn”t let up, working my clit relentlessly. In retaliation, I ride him harder, feeling him hit my cervix. I’ve never felt so fucking stuffed.
My core contracts, and a beat later, I come undone. A fresh coat of pearly female cream coats his cock as my body trembles and my heart threatens to give out.
He flips me so my back hits the mattress, lifting my legs and positioning himself in front of me so they make an open V. Without fanfare, he rails me, thrusting his big fat cock inside me and withdrawing halfway, only to repeat the same motion again and again—now, at his pace.
The sound of skin slapping skin and my moans cut the air. Soon, he jerks his body into mine one more time and comes. He fills me with his hot load as he convulses; now I”m the one who gets to watch.
What a sight it is. His dark blue eyes are nearly black, but specks of silver flicker in his irises, and sweat glistens on the ridges of his upper chest. He”s gorgeous and raw, and right now, he”s mine—what more could I ask for?