determined, for sure. They had always been two of her most
challenging qualities. It wasn’t a childish stubbornness, though. It was that of a
woman who knew what she wanted and what she was determined to have.
And what she wanted was in direct opposition to what her family wanted from her, and
for her.
Easing into a kneeling position his knee slid between hers, parting her legs, opening
her to him as he gripped the hard shaft of his dick and prepared to lean into her.
Below, a heavy sheen of juices coated her swollen pussy lips, drew him, made him hungry
to taste her, to fuck her.
He paused, because for a moment he couldn’t decide which he needed worse. The taste
of her against his tongue, or the feel of his cock burrowing inside her.
As he paused, Anna moved.
Sitting up, her fingers curling around the width of his cock, she leaned over him,
covering the engorged head for the second time that night. Her hot little mouth engulfed
him with pleasure.
Archer stilled, his body tightening as the heat of her mouth sucked him in and worked
the head of his cock like a favorite treat. A delicate hand settled at his hip and
gripped it firmly. A harsh groan tore from his lips as she sucked him deep, the back
of her throat suddenly caressing the violently sensitive crown as she moaned with
her own pleasure.
Innocence filled the touch, but also hunger and an awareness of what she was doing.
Her short, neat little nails bit into the flesh of his hip as her tongue rubbed against
the underside, stroking nerve endings so close to the skin that every muscle in his
body tightened in response. The other hand stroked from the base of his dick to her
suckling lips and back again. She was making him crazy with pleasure and he loved
it.
She was a virgin. Archer had known for years that she didn’t have other lovers. John
Corbin had told him several times how closely he had his granddaughter watched, and
how proud he was that promiscuity wasn’t a path she had chosen.
Why did he have her watched? That question had often plagued him.
That question flitted through his mind before her suckling mouth wiped it away.
He couldn’t keep himself from looking down, just as he had earlier. Watching as she
took him with an intimacy other women with a hell of a lot more experience didn’t
enjoy nearly as well as Anna was enjoying him now.
Pulling back, her lips swollen and red, her slender fingers pumped the hard, wide
shaft, and he nearly lost that last hold on his ability to hold back his release.
The engorged crest was flushed dark and throbbing in lust as moisture sheened it.
The narrow slit at the tip beaded with a creamy drop of pre-come.
Archer watched. His heart nearly stopped as her soft pink tongue emerged to swipe
over the bead of lust. She tasted him with an intimate hunger that burned through
his senses and sent chaotic shudders of pleasure racing up his spine.
A snarl snapped past his lips as pleasure overcame his reserve. The fingers of one
hand buried in her hair. They tightened in the strands as her tongue caressed the
violently sensitive flesh of his cock head once again and he growled with the heightened
sensation.
“Ah, hell. Yes, Anna. Suck it like that, baby. Suck my dick just like that.”
How often had he fantasized about this? With his fingers fisted around his shaft,
stroking it as he brought just this sight to his imagination. Eyes closed, he’d imagined
her lush little mouth moving over the engorged flesh. He’d pictured her lips stretching
over the broad tip, her tongue lashing at the ultrasensitive spot just beneath the
hooded crest.
“Fuck, that’s good.” He couldn’t stop watching her lips move on the head of his cock.
“Ah, yes, baby. That’s so damn good.”
She was doing far more than he’d ever imagined, and giving him far more pleasure.
Moving up and down on the engorged head, sucking and stroking with lips, tongue, and
challenging qualities. It wasn’t a childish stubbornness, though. It was that of a
woman who knew what she wanted and what she was determined to have.
And what she wanted was in direct opposition to what her family wanted from her, and
for her.
Easing into a kneeling position his knee slid between hers, parting her legs, opening
her to him as he gripped the hard shaft of his dick and prepared to lean into her.
Below, a heavy sheen of juices coated her swollen pussy lips, drew him, made him hungry
to taste her, to fuck her.
He paused, because for a moment he couldn’t decide which he needed worse. The taste
of her against his tongue, or the feel of his cock burrowing inside her.
As he paused, Anna moved.
Sitting up, her fingers curling around the width of his cock, she leaned over him,
covering the engorged head for the second time that night. Her hot little mouth engulfed
him with pleasure.
Archer stilled, his body tightening as the heat of her mouth sucked him in and worked
the head of his cock like a favorite treat. A delicate hand settled at his hip and
gripped it firmly. A harsh groan tore from his lips as she sucked him deep, the back
of her throat suddenly caressing the violently sensitive crown as she moaned with
her own pleasure.
Innocence filled the touch, but also hunger and an awareness of what she was doing.
Her short, neat little nails bit into the flesh of his hip as her tongue rubbed against
the underside, stroking nerve endings so close to the skin that every muscle in his
body tightened in response. The other hand stroked from the base of his dick to her
suckling lips and back again. She was making him crazy with pleasure and he loved
it.
She was a virgin. Archer had known for years that she didn’t have other lovers. John
Corbin had told him several times how closely he had his granddaughter watched, and
how proud he was that promiscuity wasn’t a path she had chosen.
Why did he have her watched? That question had often plagued him.
That question flitted through his mind before her suckling mouth wiped it away.
He couldn’t keep himself from looking down, just as he had earlier. Watching as she
took him with an intimacy other women with a hell of a lot more experience didn’t
enjoy nearly as well as Anna was enjoying him now.
Pulling back, her lips swollen and red, her slender fingers pumped the hard, wide
shaft, and he nearly lost that last hold on his ability to hold back his release.
The engorged crest was flushed dark and throbbing in lust as moisture sheened it.
The narrow slit at the tip beaded with a creamy drop of pre-come.
Archer watched. His heart nearly stopped as her soft pink tongue emerged to swipe
over the bead of lust. She tasted him with an intimate hunger that burned through
his senses and sent chaotic shudders of pleasure racing up his spine.
A snarl snapped past his lips as pleasure overcame his reserve. The fingers of one
hand buried in her hair. They tightened in the strands as her tongue caressed the
violently sensitive flesh of his cock head once again and he growled with the heightened
sensation.
“Ah, hell. Yes, Anna. Suck it like that, baby. Suck my dick just like that.”
How often had he fantasized about this? With his fingers fisted around his shaft,
stroking it as he brought just this sight to his imagination. Eyes closed, he’d imagined
her lush little mouth moving over the engorged flesh. He’d pictured her lips stretching
over the broad tip, her tongue lashing at the ultrasensitive spot just beneath the
hooded crest.
“Fuck, that’s good.” He couldn’t stop watching her lips move on the head of his cock.
“Ah, yes, baby. That’s so damn good.”
She was doing far more than he’d ever imagined, and giving him far more pleasure.
Moving up and down on the engorged head, sucking and stroking with lips, tongue, and
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