Instead of telling him he lost his chance, I comply. He licks his lips as he watches me, and my breathing picks up as I race to the edge.
“You’re so wet, baby,” he says in a hoarse voice.
I squeeze my breast with my free hand, then let my knees fall to the sides. I’m spread wide open for his viewing pleasure.
“Fuck.”
I press the button to speed up the vibrator. My back arches as I climb closer to release, and I love that Archer’s watching my every move. The heat in his gaze pushes me further, and I know it won’t be much longer.
“I’m so close,” I whimper.
Just before my body can fully reach climax, the vibrator is ripped from my hand, and Archer’s towering over me.
“Hey!” I squeal. “That was cruel.”
“You don’t come without me,” he orders, tearing my panties off me.
“You weren’t willing to do the job so I resorted to other options.”
He groans in my ear. “Keep your hands on the bedrails. I’m gonna prove that I’m youronlyoption.”
I can hardly control my breathing to respond, then he moves between my thighs and takes over. The warmth of his tongue hits me hard as he slides up my slit and captures my greedy nub between his lips.
“Oh my God.Please, Archer. I’m desperate,” I beg, lifting my hips to meet his face.
“What do you need, sweetheart?” he taunts, softly biting the inside of my leg.
“You. Right.Now.” I’m tempted to shove his face back to my pussy if he doesn’t give me what I need.
“You gonna squirt all over me, baby?”
“If you hurry the fuck up,” I grit out, and the vibrations of his laughter tickle my thigh.
Without responding, Archer sinks two fingers deep inside me, and I yelp in surprise. His mouth covers my clit as he thrusts hard.
“Yesyesyes, sooooo close.” My hips buck, and Archer holds me down with his free hand.
He continues his sweet assault as tingles shoot down my spine and explode between my thighs. Archer continues to finger-fuck me as I moan and scream his name. The feeling is so damn intense, I can’t control how my body shakes against him.
“There’s my good girl. Squirt all over me.” Archer licks his lips as he watches me and pulls his fingers out. As soon as I relax, he returns and works me up to another release.
When my body is spent, Archer lifts me and hauls me over his shoulder.
“What are you doin’?” I squeal, clinging tightly to his back.
“Gettin’ you in the shower where I can fuck you raw.” He smacks my bare ass, then sets me down on the bathroom counter.
“Oh my God, that’s cold.” I squirm as I adjust to the temperature change.
Archer smirks as he turns on the hot water, then strips off his pants.
“I hope you weren’t lying about being ready for this because, baby, I’ve been dreaming about being inside you for weeks.”
I chew on my bottom lip and grin. “If you don’t break me in half and have me screaming in a foreign language, I’ll be disappointed.”
Archer drags me to my feet and into his bare chest. He tilts up my chin and presses his lips to mine. “You’re so goddamn dirty, you know that? I’m about to fuck the English out of you.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN