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)
Maybe it shouldn’t, but hearing that makes me soar. I’ve spent so much of my life feeling worthless, but I was made for him, or at least part of me was.
“Want that,” I admit.
I swear a blast of heat radiates off him. “Fuck.” Archer pulls back, then snaps his hips forward again. He fucks into me hard and fast just like he promised. His cock hits my prostate over and over again, each time shooting me higher.
His arms encircle my waist, right hand wrapping around my cock. Archer strokes me as he thrusts into me, telling me how good I am, how good for him I am. The sounds of our fucking, bodies slapping and heavy breathing, mix with the outside noises, the dogs exploring the yard, the wind through the trees. Everything is brighter, hopeful. The moment feels like a kind of magic I never knew existed.
“You feel so good, East. Wanna always be inside you.”
“Me too.” I push back against him, pleasure filling me so much, it’s oozing out of my pores. The feel of his breath on my neck, his dick pounding my ass and his hand stroking my cock, is almost too much to handle, and maybe it is because a second later my orgasm slams into me, and there’s nothing I can do to hold it off. My dick jerks in his hand, balls rising as I spurt cum all over the porch.
“Fuck,” Archer grits out behind me, still fucking me through an orgasm like there’s a never-ending supply of cum. His teeth bite down on the spot where my shoulder meets my neck, as his cock twitches, his cum filling me with each spasm, Archer’s load right where it belongs.
We don’t move for a moment, the two of us just breathing together, while his dick begins softening inside me. I close my eyes when he pulls out, not wanting the emptiness to return, but then he’s pushing what feels like two fingers inside me. My hole is tender, but I don’t care. I want it, need it, Archer keeping his cum and another part of himself inside me.
“Thank you.”
“I should be the one saying that to you.” He uses his other hand to grab my face and turn my head to the side. “Thank you. I would stand here doing this all fucking night, and not because I think you need me, but because it’s where I want to be. I can’t wait until you see that, sweetheart.”
I’m starting to.
I want to.
He kisses me, silencing those voices that rarely leave my head, the ones that question everything and fear everything. It’s hard to feel anything except good when I’m with Archer Thorn.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Archer
We only stand there for about five minutes, my fingers stuffed in East’s ass, before the dogs decide it’s time to climb back onto the porch.
“I should get something to clean up this mess,” East says, both of us likely wanting to stay right here.
“I’ll get it.” I press another kiss to his lips, then step away, wishing I could still be inside him. I get a glass of water from the kitchen, then come back and wash away the cum from the porch.
From the moment East called until now, it had been one of the most intense afternoons of my life.
“Are you hungry?” he asks, picking up his clothes. “I can make dinner.”
“Can I help?”
His forehead wrinkles, but he nods.
We head inside, clean up in the bathroom, and he pulls on shorts. I have a bag I’ve kept in my car since staying here, so I put on my underwear, then tell him, “I need to get something from my car.”
I step into a pair of slides he keeps by the door, then head out. As I walk by his truck, I happen to glance to the side and see that the passenger seat is full of folded butterflies. Seeing them wraps around my heart, the way everything about East seems to do. I can’t help wondering if he’s ever seen a doctor or a therapist about everything he’s gone through. I’m certain he didn’t, not as a child, nor as an adult. It’s something he should do, but how do I suggest that without him thinking that I believe something is wrong with him?
I grab my bag from my car, along with the new 3D puzzle that had come in the mail. East is already in the kitchen when I go back inside.
“Alfredo okay with you?” he asks.
“I fucking love it. Sounds great.” I put on sleep shorts and leave the bag by the stairs, but bring the puzzle with me. “Look at this. If you’re interested, I thought we could do it together. I got a car since you work on them.”
He studies it. “You don’t have to share this with me. It’s your thing. You can do it alone if you want.”