Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 136421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 682(@200wpm)___ 546(@250wpm)___ 455(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 682(@200wpm)___ 546(@250wpm)___ 455(@300wpm)
“We should probably get going,” he tells me. “Katie said we needed to be at the chapel before three, and I know you’ve gotta get dressed.”
I groan, snuggling in closer and stealing his warmth. “It’s barely ten.”
“And I know how much time you need to get ready for big events.”
I groan with a sigh. “Fine, you’re right. But I have something I need to take care of first.” I dip below the covers and between his thighs.
His hand reaches toward me as I peel his boxers down. I lick from his balls up to the tip before taking him in my mouth. The sound of his groan empowers me. Right now, this man is crumpling under my touch, and I’m living for it. A few seconds later, he’s uncovering me as I kiss up his stomach and meet his mouth. With strong hands, he grips my hips, then rips off my panties. The pain mixes with pleasure as I lower myself onto him.
Immediately, our bodies melt together, becoming one. We start slow, kissing and touching each other until our movements grow greedy. A few moments later, Archer rolls me onto my back and secures my wrists above my head.
“Harder,” I demand, shoving my heels into his ass. I spread my legs wider and think about how damn grateful I am that this man is mine.
“Yesyesyes,” I mumble, my muscles tightening as the orgasm threatens to spill over. As soon as he places my nipple in his mouth, I lose control. I squeeze my eyes, my body ready to explode from the intensity streaming through me. It takes everything I have to stay quiet as I ride out the wave, covering my mouth with my hand. The walls at the bed and breakfast are paper thin, and the squeaky springs of the mattress have already given us away. My breasts rise and fall as I try to catch my breath, loving the way his thick cock slides in and out of me.
“You’re so goddamn wet,” he whispers in my ear.
Archer’s movements become more precise as his body trembles. I roll him over and ride him until he groans out his release. I throw my head back and rock my hips as his warmth fills me.
Kissing me gently, Archer wraps his arms around my waist and holds me close. We stay in this position for a minute before cleaning up. Once we’re dressed, we head downstairs and eat. The B&B serves breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and I can never pass up a home-cooked meal. I swear it’s just as good as Belinda’s food.
After we’ve finished eating, we go upstairs and get ready for the wedding. As of right now, we have over an hour before we have to leave, but luckily, the church isn’t too far away.
“I can’t get enough of you, baby,” he proclaims, leading me into the shower. “Love every damn thing about you.”
“I hope not because I’m kinda obsessed with you,” I say as we wash up together.
We’ve been official for four months, and he’s become such a major part of my life that I don’t know who I am without Archer. He’s changed me for the better, which is something I never thought I’d say about a man. Not only has he saved my life more than once but I’ve fallen head over heels in love with him too. This man is my other half, my best friend, the only person who really knows who I truly am, and I’m never giving him up.
“You are stunning, sweetheart.” Archer’s eyes gaze over my dress once I’m all ready to go.
“You look quite handsome yourself,” I say, adjusting his tie. “I can’t wait to use this later.”
He gives me a wink, and I know if we don’t leave, we’re going to end up back in bed.
We grab everything we need, then go to the car and head toward the church.
“The last time I wore something like this, I was a teenager.”
“We gotta change that. Plan some fancy date nights. You dress like that, then we’ll end the night with you licking expensive champagne off my body.”
“Damn woman,” he mutters, adjusting himself as he focuses on the road. “I love that thought.”
“Let’s do that sooner than later.”
He sets his palm on my thigh, pushing up my dress. Carefully, he peels my panties to the side and runs his fingertips across my clit before dipping two digits inside. With a popped eyebrow, he looks at me. “My wet girl. Stay still.”
My head rolls back on my shoulders as I hold his wrist in place. “I love when you touch me,” I moan out, arching up toward him. “You know exactly what I need.”
“Fuck, baby. Don’t make me pull over.”
Pulling away, he places his fingers in his mouth and sucks off my juices.
“I wish you would,” I whimper, squeezing my legs together.