Chapter 25 London #5
I come hard and fast and it lasts so fucking long I'm not sure it will ever end. Archer rolls my clit through the entire thing, his cock slamming in and out of me, slowing its pace once I'm done.
Panting, I open my eyes and meet his.
"Next time keep your eyes on me," he says with a straight face. "Or I'll stop mid-orgasm."
Archer slides me off the desk, his cock still buried inside of me. I cling to his sweat-glistened, decadently tattooed body as he carries me into the kitchen. He lowers me onto the floor by the counter and pulls himself out of me. "Turn around and bend over, little tornado."
Unsure of how much more of this I can take, I do what he says and stretch my body across the cold counter.
This isn't the first time my body has been horizontal on this surface, but the other times were when he was washing my hair, his hands gently scrubbing my scalp.
There's nothing gentle about what he's doing to me tonight.
Archer nudges my legs apart with his foot and runs his left hand up my back while guiding his cock with his other. He moans as he penetrates me and goes easy for a second, slamming into me the next.
I brace myself on the counter and revel in the fullness. My pussy aches in the best way and I spread my legs a little wider for him, tensing around his rock-hard shaft.
"You feel so fucking good, little tornado. Your pussy was made for me. You were made for me." He continues thrusting, his hands gripping my hips, his fingers digging in. "Tell me you were made for me."
"I was made for you," I struggle to get out.
"Is this too much for you?" he asks, the tone of his voice like he's breaking character because he's not sure if I'm okay.
"No," I tell him truthfully. "I want you to come."
Archer smacks my ass and continues to fuck me, hard and deep. "I don't think you're ready for that yet." He changes his rhythm, thrusting in at an angle, a new bout of sensations consuming me. "I think I could make you come again. What do you think?"
I clench around him and moan loudly.
"You keep making those noises and I might come for you." Archer slows down but keeps fucking me deeper, rocking his hips in such a heavenly manner. "Don't be shy. Let me hear you. Moan for me."
I don't hold back, letting every bit of pleasure course through me and to my mouth, moaning like no one is listening.
Desperately searching for something to grip, I push back onto him and wonder how it's possible another orgasm is so fucking near.
A man has never been able to make me come, let alone this many times.
It's like I've died and gone to orgasm heaven.
Archer unleashing sweet hell on my pussy.
"That's it, baby." Archer's cock throbs inside of me and it's enough to send me over the edge, screaming out as I shatter around him.
My vision blurs again and my entire body shakes, my pussy convulsing like it's trying to milk his fucking cock, this one more intense than the last.
Archer carefully pulls himself out of me, leans down, and presses a kiss on my back before kneeling behind me and playing with my still aching pussy.
"You're throbbing for me. So fucking wet.
" He moans. "You taste so good." Archer skims his finger along my soaked skin and dips it inside, stroking gently.
He licks at my hole, sliding his tongue in and out, over and over a few times.
I hate that everything he does is so fucking good, making me want him even more, despite thinking I've had my fill. I guess if there's a way to die, I'd settle with being fucked to death by Archer Sin.
Archer stands, his hand on my pussy, his fingers penetrating me. "You think you can come again, little tornado?"
Breathless, I shake my head.
"Is that a challenge?" Without looking at him I can hear the smile on his face.
Archer continues to stroke me with his fingers, gliding them in and out, all around, hitting every nerve ending he can.
He presses his thumb against my asshole, applying just enough pressure to make me tense.
"You have a few more in you, baby. Don't deny me. "
Still reeling from my last orgasm, I can barely catch my breath as he builds another. I've lost total control over my body and I'm not entirely sure if I'm mad about it at all. There are worse things than a drop-dead gorgeous man making you come uncontrollably.
"When I'm done with you, you won't even remember your own name," he says with his fingers buried in my pussy. "That's it." His voice is rough but reassuring.
"Archer," I moan. "Fuck."
"Say my name. Keep saying my name." He shoves another finger inside of me.
"Archer…Archer…" I bite my lip.
"Don't stop," he tells me.
"Archer…" I whimper and buck against him. "Fuck me, Archer."
He slams his fingers into me and I come undone, crying out for him.
Archer removes his hand, quickly pulling me off the counter, turning me around and lifting me into the air, setting me down onto his cock, my orgasm still rattling through me.
I wrap my legs around his waist and moan against his neck, my teeth dragging along his flesh.
"I love when you come around me," Archer whispers.
"I can't get enough of your tight pussy.
" He holds me close to him and carries me to the bedroom, still maintaining his grip as he lowers me onto the bed ever so softly.
Archer stills, his dark eyes meeting mine.
He tucks my damp hair behind my ear. "You're so beautiful, London. "
The way he says my name sparks something in my chest. I swallow and move my hands up his back, to his neck, to his face.
Archer leans in, grazing his nose against mine before placing a kiss on my lips, nothing aggressive about him this time.
He keeps kissing me, the movements growing passionate, but not forceful.
Ever so subtly, he pushes his cock into me, his thrusts considerate.
We stay like this for a while, kissing and fucking, fucking and kissing, only, after some time goes by, I'm not sure we're fucking at all, and that is somehow hotter than I would have expected it to be.
I spread my legs and push against him, my moans mixed with his, our mouths not daring to break apart until finally, Archer pulls away and looks into my eyes.
His cock hardens and his breath goes ragged. "I want to see your eyes when I come inside of you." He cups my face in his hand, his thumb rubbing my cheek, so much love in every single thing he's doing.
My pussy aches and despite not thinking it was possible, I find myself so fucking close from how loving he's being. "I'm close," I tell him.
"Come with me, London. Let's do this together."
"Together," I breathe, my gaze locked on his.
With one final deep thrust, I feel him quiver, setting my orgasm off, too, the two of us climaxing at the same time, his cock spilling over into me, my pussy pulsating around him.
It's more intense than I imagined, and I'm not entirely convinced I'm going to be able to walk once we finish.
Archer melts his mouth onto mine, kissing me with a renewed passion, our tongues dancing along each other’s as he fucks us both through our orgasms. With a grunt, Archer stops completely and rests his forehead on mine.
"That was intense." He collapses onto his side, taking me with him as his cock is still buried in me.
I lay there, panting and reeling from orgasm after orgasm, my body all but glued to him with the sweat coating both of us.
We stay there in silence for a few minutes, Archer holding me like he never wants to let go. He presses soft kisses on my forehead, his cock throbbing in my pussy. "Are you okay?"
I nod.
Archer rises onto his elbow, taking a better look at me. "Are you okay?" he asks me again.
"Yes," I tell him, my voice cracking. "I'm okay."
He breathes a sigh of relief and traces the outline of my face. "Are you sure?"
I roll my eyes. "I'm sure, big boy."
Carefully, as if I might break completely if he makes the wrong move, Archer slips his cock out of me. He sits on his knees and scoops me into his arms.
"What are we doing now?" I question and consider using my safe word if he has more in store for me.
"We are going to take a shower. But I am going to do all the work. You've done enough, London. It's my turn to take care of you." Archer carries me from the bed toward the door.
"You just made me come how many times, and you came once. It's safe to say I have a little more work cut out for me," I respond.
"That was my plan all along." He kisses my forehead and takes me into the bathroom, somehow holding me in one arm as he turns the shower on, giving it a chance to warm up before bringing me inside.
"I know you like it hot, but we're going to have to compromise.
" He sets me on the bench in the shower, turning some of the faucets to where they're hitting both of us at the same time.
He grabs the showerhead and rinses my body, the stream both warm and comforting, but not as much as he is.
I didn't expect to feel so vulnerable once we hooked up, and now here I am, wondering why I did this to myself to begin with.
I thought this could be a one-time thing, that maybe sleeping with Archer would get him out of my system, but I'm afraid all this did was make things worse, my desire to keep him in my life somehow stronger than it was before.
But I can't keep him, I know this, not when he'd hate me if he knew the truth.
"Archer…" I say, not quite ready to tell him but knowing I can't wait much longer. Not when he was kissing me like he loved me, touching me like he needed me, and especially not now, taking care of me like I'm the only girl in the world.
"Shh." Archer runs his fingers through my hair and lets the water hit it. "Don't waste your energy. I've got you."