Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“So I get to fill you up with my cum? Get to know it’s leaking out of you all fucking night? Gonna mark up your insides, sweetheart, over and over again, so you always have a part of me with you.”
“Christ, Archer. Fuck me.”
“I will. I’m dying to take you raw.”
He pulls his finger out, the emptiness hitting me deep. I take his hand and pull him toward the house. The second I open the door, Pretty Girl and Casanova come running, jumping all over us and then heading straight for the yard.
“I don’t want to wait. I can’t,” I tell him, not even embarrassed by the neediness in my voice.
“Shit. Me neither. Can I fuck you right here? Take you on your porch hard and fast to take the edge off? You called me, East, and that means something to me. Once isn’t going to be enough tonight.”
The truth is, it’s not enough for me either. It never is with him.
“Fuck yes.” I pull my shirt over my head and toss it to the wood below. The porch runs the length of the front of the house, covered, but otherwise open.
Archer steps forward, swatting my hands away when I try to take off my jeans. When I drop my arms to my sides, he says, “Good boy,” and damned if I don’t feel like preening. He makes me feel good, makes me want to be good for him.
Archer takes my shoes off, then tugs my jeans and underwear down. He walks me over to the railing, taking my hands and placing them on top.
“Don’t move.”
There’s still lube in the living room, which I’m sure is what he’s going for. My cock aches while I wait for him, leaking and throbbing for the feeling that only Archer can give me.
When I hear a sound, I look over my shoulder, and he’s coming out of the house naked with a bottle in his hand.
“Look at you, staying right where I told you, ass out and waiting for me.”
“Hurry up,” I say breathlessly. The pressure is building inside me, this constant ache that eases when Archer is within me.
“I got you, East.” He steps up behind me, pumping lube onto his fingers while he kisses my shoulder.
Archer sets the bottle on the railing, then slips his fingers into my crease. The second he takes the first sweep over my hole, a lungful of air escapes me, like it’s been trapped and only Archer can set it free.
“I love how much you need it. Makes me feel like a fucking king.” He pushes his finger inside me, sliding it in and out.
“Two. I need two.”
He kisses my shoulder again, sucks on the skin there, then moves to the other side, where the butterfly tattoo is, and presses his lips there too, just before the second finger eases into me.
It makes my eyes sting, all this emotion I’ve spent a lifetime burying as deep as I could get it, coming to the surface.
“Again.”
He kisses it a second time, pushing his fingers in deep. They brush over my prostate, sending a wave of pleasure rushing down my spine.
He pulls out, then pushes back in, and there’s more pressure and stretching, what I assume is three fingers filling me. “You’re so good for me. You’re in my head all the time. I can’t stop thinking about you, wanting to be with you. I spent my whole life not realizing there was something always missing, but now I know it was you, sweetheart.”
A tear slips out of my eye, rolling down my cheek and landing on the wood between my hands. I’ve never in my life felt important, worthy of shit—at least not since Ella died—and while those feelings are still there, Archer is working some kind of magic on them. Making me feel and want things I never thought I could. Making me hope that maybe I can be better if I make someone like him feel this way.
“Fuck me. Please fuck me.”
When he pulls his fingers out, the emptiness is like an echo in my chest. He pumps lube onto his hand and slicks his cock, and then…then he pushes inside and the echo is silenced.
“So good. Love the feel of your tight hole around my cock.”
My hands fist on the railing as Archer slowly pushes inside. Why does this feel so good? So right?
The fullness somehow eases something inside me. It’s temporary. I get that. Archer can’t fix me, but for the first time in my life, I’m wondering if I can fix myself, want to find a way to do it.
When he’s all the way in, his groin against my ass, his arms wrap around me, mouth close to my ear. “Never felt anything like it. It’s like your ass was made for me.”