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Hot energy travels through me, racing my pulse and re-energizing my libido. I shift in the bed, my hips swaying, legs moving from side to side. When he finally joins me, he pulls me over him, and I gladly straddle him, my pussy inches from the head of his cock.
"You're greedy, aren't you, dirty girl?"
I don't answer.
He nips my shoulder, sending millions of thrills through my body. I mewl, thoroughly aroused, so much I'm weakened, on a maddening high.
"Greedy for my cock, aren't you?" Archer growls.
"Yes."
"I wonder how greedy you are… if your ass is as welcoming as your pussy. If it would take my cock and milk every drop of my cum."
His dirty talk sends me places. Does things to me. Twists my stomach, then untwists it so quickly it makes me dizzy.
"I wonder that, too." The idea sends thrills down my spine. The way he turns me on, I bet every part of me would latch onto his cock. I've never tried anal before, but I don't mind giving it a shot with him.
“Good. We’ll do that another day,” he promises.
I run my fingers over his shoulders, and he shivers. Encouraged, I continue my exploration, aiming lower until I position his cock inside me. I sit on him for a moment, enjoying every spark of awareness arcing through me. He groans and smashes his lips to mine, and even though I'm on top of him, he's still very much in control.
I nip his lower lip, then suck it and release it with a pop.
He growls, the sexy sound reverberating through me. I lock my arms around his neck and move on him, moving my hips back and forth, then side to side, slowly finding the best position. A challenging task at first, with our contact so airtight, my inner walls stretching to the max to accommodate him, and my heart thrumming in my blood.
An emotional overdrive claims me, but I try to escape the madness and enjoy the moment.
"Hazel," he whispers in my ear. "Your pussy is so fucking wet and tight."
I lower my hands to his shoulder blades and scratch his skin, a sense of female empowerment lighting me up. Placing my hand on his chest, I push him down until his back touches the mattress, and he looks at me with a sinful smile on his sexy lips.
The woman who wrote those entries in the journal manifests in me as I ride him. He cups my breast, squeezing my nipple gently and sending a jolt of lust to my core.
I can't complain.
I have the best view… the hottest man alive as I fuck him, ride him, now more intensely, with a boldness I’ve never possessed in bed.
"That's right, baby… fuck me. Go for it," Archer says, egging me on, his voice so hoarse I can tell he's hanging by a thread.
He plays with my breasts, thrills running up and down my body. Lowering his hand, he flicks my clit. The second he does, my pussy clamps around his cock, moving me from a slow simmer to an explosion of sensation. He doesn't let up, working my clit relentlessly. In retaliation, I ride him harder, feeling him hit my cervix. I’ve never felt so fucking stuffed.
My core contracts, and a beat later, I come undone. A fresh coat of pearly female cream coats his cock as my body trembles and my heart threatens to give out.
He flips me so my back hits the mattress, lifting my legs and positioning himself in front of me so they make an open V. Without fanfare, he rails me, thrusting his big fat cock inside me and withdrawing halfway, only to repeat the same motion again and again—now, at his pace.
The sound of skin slapping skin and my moans cut the air. Soon, he jerks his body into mine one more time and comes. He fills me with his hot load as he convulses; now I'm the one who gets to watch.
What a sight it is. His dark blue eyes are nearly black, but specks of silver flicker in his irises, and sweat glistens on the ridges of his upper chest. He's gorgeous and raw, and right now, he's mine—what more could I ask for?
17
Archer
Hazel looks at her phone before putting it aside and slipping into the hot tub. "One more hour. Then I should get going."
A twinge of jealousy twists in my chest. I know that's nonsense—her father had surgery two weeks ago, and she's keeping an eye on him. But this having to leave after a couple of hours is getting old. I don't want her to leave. I didn't want her to go home last night when she came over. Nor do I want her to leave tonight. A part of me wonders if that'll ever change.
I join her in the tub; we're both naked after another invigorating sex session.
