30. Archer #2
I lean back, opening my eyes to peer down at her, savoring the sated and wistful expression on her face. Flushed cheeks, parted lips, heavy breath, closed eyes, and glowing skin—Allie’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Her lashes flutter as she comes back to herself, and my gaze drags down the rest of her soft body. Wetness glistens beneath my thumb as I notice the thick, cloudy liquid dripping from both of her breasts.
“Fuck.” She becomes rigid in my arms.
My eyes snap back to hers, taking note of the way she’s now staring at her chest too. Her flush grows brighter, and I don’t think it’s with satiation, but with embarrassment, because she quickly scrambles, reaching for the sides of her robe to cover herself.
“Shh.” I stop her by grabbing her wrist. “Don’t hide yourself.”
“I’m leaking, Archer. My tits leak now, apparently.” Her voice cracks. “That’s so fucking humil—”
I brush up her breast, gathering a drop of the liquid before slowly bringing it to my mouth. I slip my thumb between my lips, sucking it away. The taste is a rich mixture of sweet and salty, almost like caramel. Delectable—just like her.
“Hmm.” I hum. “You’re so sweet, Allie.”
Her eyes flare as she watches me drag my finger across her stomach where the rest of the milk dripped, brushing it off her skin before bringing my hand back to my mouth and licking it away.
“Your body is preparing to nourish our child, Amor. You won’t ever be embarrassed about that. Least of all with me, understood?”
She licks her lips but doesn’t respond, studying me with rapt attention.
I gently sit her up, crawling out of the space behind her before lying her back on the pillows. I grip her knees, spreading her legs once more before settling between them on my stomach.
She peers down at me, asking breathlessly, “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to taste all of you tonight, Allie Cat.”
Her head tilts back, a low rasp leaving her lips as her hips arch into my palms. The sight of her is unreal, naked and flushed and panting. Belly round with my baby, pussy wet from my touch.
I’m so hard it hurts, and I can’t stop myself from pressing my hips against the mattress in effort to relieve my aching cock.
I slide my hand across her thigh, placing a soft kiss to the outside of her knee as I split my fingers and spread her open. Her cunt is glistening—plump and swollen and pink.
I lean in, pressing a kiss to her clit. I want so badly to take my time with her. Draw out this pleasure with the edge of pain, but when she mewls, body going taut against my mouth, I can’t hold back.
I swipe my tongue up the length of her, coating my mouth in her taste. She’s delectable—all mine. Made for me.
And I show her exactly that as I begin moving over her in a rapid and relentless rhythm. She claws at the sheets, in my hair, over my shoulders, whimpering my name, suffocating me with her thighs.
I’m throbbing, mind hazy from the heat of desire barreling through my veins.
I don’t touch myself, though. I don’t allow myself to do a goddamn thing but eat her pussy like a man starved—not even so much as take a breath until she’s unraveling on my tongue.
Her release still dripping from my lips, I lift my head, peering up from between her legs. Her chest is heaving, breasts leaking over her stomach, hair wild around her face. Eyes hooded and half-dazed, she glances down at me, lips parted with heavy breath.
“Can I touch myself, baby?” I ask.
Her brows draw together. “Why are you asking permission?”
I dip between her thighs once more, keeping my eyes pinned to hers.
“You’re in charge tonight, Mamas.” Flick. “I’m here to serve.” Flick. “But you’ve got me hurting, baby. You taste so good.” I swirl my tongue over her clit. “I’m fucking throbbing. I need to touch it. I need to come.” I lick her again. “Can I? Please?”
“God,” she moans, low and thick. “Yes.”
I shoot up, rising to my knees, pulling down my shorts enough to free my cock. It presses against my stomach, hard and heavy. Allie’s eyes drop to my hips, flaring at the sight as she slips her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Sit on my face,” I demand.
She narrows her gaze, hands falling to her belly. “You really wanna be smothered by everything I’ve got going on down here?”
“Fuck yeah, I do.” I roll over, splaying out beside her on my back as she lifts onto an elbow. Tapping my lips I say, “Ride my tongue so I can fuck my fist, will ya?”
She studies me for a moment, heat flaring in her eyes. Just when I think she’s about to protest again, she rises to her knees before throwing one leg over my shoulders and tossing her long, dark curls behind her back.
“You look so fucking good like this,” I rasp as she hovers above my mouth—pussy wet and dripping, pregnancy curves on display, and eyes bright with passion. “Now, sit that pretty cunt on my lips, Mama.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
“Christ—" the word is cut off and muffled as she drops down on my face, smothering me. My cock rages at the term—the way it sounds floating from her sultry mouth.
She rocks over my tongue, and I get to work sucking on her clit, but allowing her to set the pace as my hand falls to my cock, and I begin a steady rhythm of my own.
I match her tempo, because I want us to get there together. When her movements speed up and her cries grow louder, I pump harder and faster. I moan against her core, grip her ass with my free hand, pressing her farther down on me.
“So. Fucking. Good,” I whimper into her cunt, fucking my hand with desperate abandon. “Can I come, baby? I need to come. Please.” The plea comes out hardly audible, muffled against her skin.
“Archer,” she cries out, thighs tightening around my neck as her fingers rake through my hair, pulling tight enough to sting.
She floods my mouth, body tightening as a climax rushes through her, and when I fist my cock one final time, the heat gathered in my spine explodes into a release of my own.
Cum coats my hand, dripping over my knuckles the same way Allie’s arousal drips down the back of my throat, and the sensation is so goddamn erotic, it rattles every atom in my body.
“Holy fuck,” I groan, mind hazed, still floating among the clouds.
She’s trembling as she lifts off me, falling back against the pillows, echoing my sounds with her own. “I think I blacked out.”
I laugh breathlessly as I lift out of bed to wash myself off and wet a cloth to clean her too. She watches me with rapt adoration as I wipe between her legs, and settle back into bed beside her.
I kiss the side of her head before reaching over her to grab the jar of shea butter she keeps on her bedside table. I check the time on my phone, and it’s a quarter to eight, but by the way Allie’s yawning, I definitely don’t think she’s going to make it until midnight.