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“Fuck me.” I need to have him inside me, need to be connected to him that way. I’ve taken other men inside me, but none of them filled the emptiness that Archer does.
He reaches over, grabbing the lube from the nightstand, slicking his fingers without ever taking his gaze from mine. “You’re worth it…worth everything. You’re so fucking good, sweetheart.” He slips his hand between my legs, pushing his finger inside me and making my body arch toward him. “So good. So fucking perfect.”
One of my hands fists in the blanket, the other clutching his forearm as Archer fucks me with one, then two fingers.
“I need this just as much as you. Want to be inside you all the time. Claiming you with my fingers and then my cock, marking you up inside to remind you you’re mine.”
“More,” I beg, earning myself a third finger, savoring the burn and the fullness, feeling like we’re a part of each other.
“God, I love you.” His lips find mine again, tongue fucking my mouth the way his fingers are tantalizing my ass. My skin sparks with an aliveness only Archer gives me, a want for more in my life than I ever cared about before him. “Christ, I need my dick inside you.”
He pushes to his knees but doesn’t pull his fingers out of me. Archer always knows what I need.
He uses his other hand to slick his cock with lube, then eases me over so I’m half on my side and half on my stomach, top leg bent and the other straight.
Archer straddles the bottom one and spreads my ass cheeks with his free hand. “Such a pretty little hole, sweetheart. And it’s mine. All mine.”
He pulls his fingers out, then pushes his cock inside in one swift movement. I cry out, all my nerve endings coming alive with the sharp sting of the welcome intrusion.
Archer pulls back, then snaps his hips forward, over and over and over again, shaking the bed, stitching me together, making me feel all those things he tells me I am: good, worthy, special.
My eyes roll back, mouth open, gasping and begging and maybe even crying. I taste salt on my tongue, and when I open my eyes, the world around me is blurry.
“Arch…”
“I’m right here. What do you need?” He kisses away my tears.
“You.”
“You have me.”
“Keep fucking me.”
“I’d never stop if I didn’t have to.”
He pushes me onto my back, then shoves inside me again, owning me the way I need. I end up on my hands and knees next. Every time I’m close to coming, he pulls back, changing position and prolonging the fusion of our bodies.
My balls are so fucking full, cock bobbing and aching.
Archer pulls me up so we’re kneeling in the center of the bed, my back against his chest. He fucks up and into me, one hand lowering to stroke my cock.
“No. Make me come without it. I can do it. I’m so fucking close.”
“Christ, you’re incredible.”
His movements become sharper, deeper, as Archer rails into my ass. Each time his cock brushes my prostate, he eases me closer to that point, the one where I lose control and let myself fall, knowing Archer will be there to catch me.
His teeth nibble my earlobe, and then he says, “I love you. Come for me. You’re so fucking good, East. Show me how good you can be for me. Come from my cock in your ass before I fill you.”
My whole world shatters, light flashing in my eyes as I give in, spurt after spurt, nuts rising and emptying as Archer fucks the cum out of me.
His hold on me tightens, cock twitching in my ass, as I feel the hot burst of cum filling me again and again and again.
I fall to the mattress, Archer slipping out of me, wild, heartbreaking cries spilling from my lips as he pulls me to him, pushing two fingers inside me, and holds me, telling me he loves me, until my world goes black.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Archer