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“You’re lucky I love you,” I huffed and turned toward the bedroom.
Archie slapped my ass. “I know I am.”
Back in the bedroom, I arranged myself on the bed as he’d asked, nearly blacking out when he climbed onto the bed behind me and spread my ass cheeks apart.
“What are you—”
He cut me off before I could finish the question, spitting straight onto my asshole and pushing both of his thumbs past the tight and unprepared muscle.
“Sssh. Sssh. Ssssh,” he soothed, fucking his thumbs in and out of me in tandem.
I dropped my face against the pillows, fighting my eyes as they threatened to roll all the way back into my head.
He went from two thumbs to one, the sound of the lube bottle opening piercing the silence like a gunshot. To the spit, he added a generous amount of lube, then the second thumb was back. Archie hooked his digits into me and then pulled me open, pressing the head of his cock against the small gape he’d made.
“Let me in,” he coaxed, pulling back without coming close to getting inside of me.
“You’re trying to kill me.”
“Is that what this is?” Archie laughed again and finally pushed the head of his cock into my body. Even with what felt like half a bottle of lube covering my crack, the thickness of his cock paired with both of his thumbs had me feeling full enough to burst. I whimpered, ready to protest, but he eased his hips forward, fitting more of his thick length into me.
“Jesus, Owen,” he whispered, clearing his throat. “You’re so tight like this I’d thinkyouwere the one trying to kill me.”
“Not without a prenup first,” I groaned, and behind me, Archie went still.
“You’d marry me?” he asked.
I hadn’t even meant to say it. I hadn’t even been thinking about it, but we both knew the answer was a loud and resounding yes.
“Never,” I lied.
“I’d marry you too,” he said, like he hadn’t just heard my denial as clear as day from beneath him. “I’ll have my attorney draft a prenup on Monday. What do you want?”
“Everything,” I lied.
“It’s yours.”
“I don’t really want it,” I told him. He started to fuck me, thumbs still lodged inside. My pulse thrummed in my balls as heavy and insistent as a bass drum, and my dick fought against the hard plastic constraining it. The pleasure shot through me, taking my breath as I choked out, “I just want you.”
“I’m yours.”
“Please, Archie, can I come right now?”
He made another noise, quickening the pace of his thrusts. The stretch intensified and I shivered, body fighting to get away from him.
“It’s not after lunch,” he said.
One of his hands left me because he petted down the small of my back, but my hole still ached from being tested and held wide.
“What’s inside of me?” I asked, trying to look over my shoulder and see.
“My cock,” he said, snapping his hips forward for good measure. “Three of my fingers.”
“Three? Jesus.”
“It’s tight like this. You’re strangling my cock, Owen. You’re going to make me come so hard I’m going to shoot into parts of you I’ve never reached before.”
“You’re killing me.”
