Chapter 25 London #4
"That's my girl." He lines himself up with my entrance. "Now grab onto the back of the couch."
I grip the edge loosely and he slams into me, sending me forward. I reposition, holding on tighter as he wraps his hands around my thighs and drags me onto him with force.
It takes me a second to adjust to his wrath, but the second I do, I push into him, both of us moaning, his coming out more like grunts, each sound hot as fuck.
"Fuck," I pant, struggling to keep hold while he fucks me hard and fast.
He reaches down, moving my leg to spread me wider, each thrust more intense than the last.
I take every bit of it, not wanting it to stop but aching for a release.
"You're such a slut for me," Archer groans. He rubs my ass before smacking it, this time harder. He smooths his hand over the spot and hits me again.
I respond by slamming into him and arching my back more.
"You like it rough, don't you?" Archer smacks me again, my ass no doubt welting.
"I do," I can barely get out.
"Give me your hands."
I don't even think about it, I just sit up a bit straighter and extend them toward him.
He stops fucking me for a quick moment to grip them both in one of his hands and turn me so my body is horizontal with the couch. Archer shoves my face into the cushion, one of his legs now up on the couch as he holds my hands behind my back and fucks me hard.
My vision blurs and I turn my head, gasping for air, moans leaving my mouth.
Archer rubs my ass, smacking it again, hard, before sliding his thumb over my asshole. He pushes until the tip has penetrated me.
Not for a second do I consider using my safe word, my mind and body desperate for more of whatever he's willing to give me.
"Have you had enough?" he says through grunted thrusts.
"No," I whine.
He shoves into me harder, my face dragging against the cushion.
Keeping hold of my hands, he spits onto my ass, rubbing his thumb over my hole and putting it back inside.
Archer applies pressure and changes his tempo, fucking me slower, but deeper, slamming into me.
His body smacks against mine and I revel in the sensations, all of them so much at once.
I bite down on my lip as an orgasm builds without warning and throws me over the edge. A copper taste fills my mouth, and I tense, but not from the climax still rattling through me.
"What is it?" Archer asks, softening his blows.
"I'm bleeding on your couch." Suddenly, I feel overwhelmed with panic, like he's going to be mad at me for real instead of this play pretend he's doing right now. "I'm sorry."
Archer removes his hands, letting mine fall to my sides, flips me over and picks me up, all of it happening so fast I can barely keep up.
He looks into my eyes before sucking my lip into his mouth, my blood now on his lips.
"It's just a couch, I don't care." He slides me onto his cock while holding me. "Can you take more or are you done?"
"I'm not done until you are," I tell him. "You need to come, too."
"That's the least of my worries." Archer bucks into me once, stiff and hard, and sets me back down on the couch, pulling himself out of me.
Slowly, with his heavy gaze on me, spread eagle on the couch, he unbuttons his shirt and slides it over his broad shoulders, dropping it onto the floor.
He unzips his pants the rest of the way, dragging them over his ass and kicking off his shoes.
He stands there, stark naked, covered in ink all over.
"God damn you're sexy," I say, my mouth practically hanging open.
He extends his hands and I put mine into his. Archer helps me up and turns me around, ripping what's left of my dress off. "Shame about the dress," he says, but I know damn well he doesn't care about the dress.
In nothing but the heels I've been wearing all night, Archer runs his fingers through my hair, along my back, and kneels to continue down the length of my body. "On your knees," he commands.
Completely obedient, I plop onto the couch, expecting him to fuck me from behind again, but instead, Archer leaves a trail of his tongue up my thigh and to my core.
With his hands spreading me apart, he licks at my center, tasting the lust that's been building for him for so long.
Archer dips his tongue into my pussy and cups it, licking me with force.
I tense, every bit of me sensitive from what he's already done to me, my mind wondering how much more I can take, and how much he's willing to give.
Every inch of me is eager to find out.
Archer shoves two fingers into me, not even easing them in. He thrusts them hard, burying himself knuckle deep. He keeps licking me, his tongue dancing perfectly over my aching core. Rocking his inked fingers, he moves like he's spent his entire life dedicated to finding out what I like.
I bend over, arching my back for him, and moan. "Oh fuck, Archer. Right. Fucking. There."
He thrusts another finger into my hole, filling and stretching me, but nothing like his cock had done. Archer keeps finger fucking me, aggressively and so fucking good, until I'm tensing around him.
But this time, Archer doesn't let me come, he stops abruptly right before I'm about to dive over the edge. He pulls his hand out but leaves his face there, tilting it from side to side, licking all over my pussy. He sucks my labia into his mouth and buries his face in me.
"Archer," I pant. "Please."
I can practically feel him smile against my pussy, giving it one last lick and breaking away. Archer stands, gripping his hard cock in his hand, stroking the length of it. "I don't think you're ready yet, little tornado."
"I am." I nod too enthusiastically and reach between my legs, my clit aching against my fingers.
Archer halts mid-stroke, dropping his cock. "What did I say about touching yourself?"
I continue anyway, not caring what he has to say. If he won't finish this orgasm, I will. He's given me two others, what's so different about this one?
"Put your knees together," he demands and because I'm desperate for him to please me, I do it. With one leg, he leans onto the couch next to me, one hand on my back and another on my ass. "Remember your safe word, little tornado?"
"Yeah, I remember it." I hold on to the back of the couch and look at him, wondering what's next.
"Good, because you're going to need it." Archer rubs his palm over my ass, smacking me a second later, harder than he has before.
I flinch, but only from surprise, not from the pain. No, the pain is fucking delectable, and I want more. "Is that it?"
He hits me with more force, the sound rattling my ears.
A smile breaks across my face and I pucker my ass in the air for him. "I'm waiting."
"Very well." Archer moves, his target no longer the entirety of my cheek, but now his aim is dead center. He swirls his palm over the skin, smacking me, my pussy lips included.
"Oh fuck," I moan, the sensation both agony and pleasure battling to take the stage. "Again."
He hits me again, and again, and again, each one making my body tense in so many ways.
Archer moves his hand from my back, bringing it under to pinch my nipple in between his fingers.
He rolls it around and releases it to give the other one attention while skimming his palm over my ass and pussy.
His next hit almost sends me into orgasm, but I fight it back, wanting more.
I've never had sex this rough before, but I don't think I ever would have wanted it from any of my past partners. There's something about Archer that makes me feel safe even though he's absolutely destroying me.
"That's enough," he says after he smacks me one more time, almost like he's annoyed I hadn't given in.
I'm not sure there's anything he can do to me I wouldn't allow him to, not when the tension had been building between us this long, and knowing that it can't happen ever again, no matter how badly I want it to.
Archer spins me around and picks me up, holding on to my legs as he carries me over to his desk, setting me down on the cold surface. "Lay back."
"What about your computer?" I start to lean but hesitate.
"I said lay back."
"Gosh, Mister Groucho." I lower myself completely so I'm flat on his desk as he stands between my legs.
He glares at me. "How many times am I going to have to tell you I'm not grouchy?"
"You're just in denial," I tell him and watch him fist his cock, pointing it at my hole, sliding it up and down.
Archer doesn't take his eyes off my pussy when he glides into me, slow at first and then all at once, slamming deep and hard. "You frustrate me, you know that?" He brings my knees up, pushing his chest against them, and fucks me with a passion that tells me exactly how frustrated I make him.
I reach for him but he's too far away, my hands dropping to my sides.
"Touch yourself," he orders. "Pinch those nipples for me."
I run my hands up my body, my eyes on his as I do what he says. "Like this?" I moan when he shoves into me.
"Harder." Archer drives himself further, rattling something off his desk and sending it onto the floor. "Pinch them as hard as you'd want me to."
I squeeze them so tightly it hurts and my pussy throbs at being beaten by not just his cock but his hand, too. "Fuck, Archer, I'm so close. Please. Please let me come."
"Beg for it." He drops one of my legs, letting it fall to the side, giving him access to my clit. Archer hovers his hand right above it and stares right at me. "Beg for it, little tornado."
"Please," I whimper. "I'll do anything." I cup my tits in my hands, grabbing them firmly. "Let me come. Let me come for you. Let me come on your cock. Fuck, Archer. I need this. I need you."
Archer spits onto my pussy and applies pressure to my clit, giving me exactly what I want, my entire body rattling with pleasure and pain.