Page 38 of Archer (Dirty Misfits MC 3)
“Archer?”
He leaned further down until our lips almost touched. “Yes, beautiful?”
I feathered my lips against his. “Make love to me.”
As easily as the words had slipped out, his cock entered me. He drew his hips back and placed his tip at my entrance before filling me up in ways I’d never experienced before. My back arched as his face fell between my breasts. His grunts backdropped my whimpers as he spread me, sliding against every beautiful spot within me at once. I shivered against him as he held himself up. The warm mist blanketed us away from the rest of the world as he slid back, entering me again and forcing electricity to sizzle throughout my veins.
And as I wrapped my arms around his neck, sliding my fingertips along the swollen muscles of his back, I made love to a man that had captured my heart.
A man I had only known a few days but felt as if I had known him for a lifetime.
Seventeen
Archer
The second I slid into her warmth, my walls came tumbling down. Every single last one I had thrown up over the course of my life to protect myself from the shit I was currently dealing with crumbled at my feet. My lips dropped to hers and our bodies pressed together so tightly that not even the steam could penetrate us.
And as I moved delicately, trying hard not to hurt her, a want within me grew to epic proportions.
My God, I love this woman.
Her walls massaged me as she bucked against my body. I held myself up with my arms, watching her face contort with pleasure as her eyes fluttered closed. Her juices dripped down my balls as lines of water and sweat slid down her skin, playing for me an effortless tune that only my ears could ear.
A performance only my eyes could behold.
I planted my knees and scooped her into my arms. She squealed and gasped as my back fell against the shower wall, her body still staked on my cock. She straddled me with ease, and not once did I see her flinch in pain. And as my hands traveled down her torso, drinking in her toned curves, she swiveled her hips against my own.
Causing me to growl out her name. “Fucking hell, Josie.”
She smiled. “You like that, big boy?”
My eyes fluttered closed. “Jesus, just like that.”
“Fuck, Archer. Yes,” she whimpered.
Our bodies melded together as her hands fell to my chest. Her nails raked against my muscles and for the life of me, I couldn't figure out why I loved that sensation so much. She leaned against me, her face tucked against the crook of my neck, and as I bucked with every swivel of her hips, I felt myself coming closer to my end.
“Josie. Come with me. I want to feel you squeeze me,” I grunted.
I slid my hand between our bodies and parted her pussy lips. And when my fingertip pressed against her swollen, hardened clit, she flew up in my lap. Her hands gripped my shoulders as she bucked ravenously, seeking the end both of us desperately wanted.
She bucked and swayed. Ground and swiveled. Until my cock was stuffed so tightly in her pussy that I couldn't help but explode.
“I’m coming,” I growled. “I’m coming, Josie. Oh, fuck. Yes. Holy shit.”
She whimpered. “So close. So close. Just a bit more… oh, Archer! Yes! Archer, fuck!”
Her noises filled my ears and drowned out my worries. The feeling of her body milking mine for all it had pushed all fears and sorrows out of my soul. Gone was my brokenness. Gone were my past indiscretions. Gone was the blame I had carried around on my shoulders for too damn long.
Only the love I had for Josie stayed.
And I never wanted her to leave.
I leaned heavily against the shower wall after my cock was done unloading inside of her, and as the evidence of our lust and passion for one another dripped down my balls, Josie rested her tattered body against my own. I wrapped her up tightly, allowing my fingers to slide up and down her back. And as the warm mist continued to cloak us from the trials and tribulations that laid outside of my bathroom, I peppered every part of her I could find with kisses.
“Oh, Archer,” she sighed.
I nuzzled against her. “I love you, Josie.”
She froze before she picked up her head. “You do?”
I gazed into her eyes. “I do. I don’t know when it happened, but it just did.”
Guilt washed over her features. “I’m not ready to—”
I pressed my finger against her lips. “I didn’t say it to hear it back, beautiful. I said it because that’s my heart’s truth, and you deserve to know it.”
Her eyes watered over. “I want to say it back so badly. I just…”
