her suckling mouth, she took him like a woman starved for the taste of a man.
The innocence in her expression as she glanced up at him was at odds with her confidence
and the pure hunger blazing in the dark green depths of her eyes.
Her innocence didn’t stop her now, though, any more than it had earlier. His stomach
tightened as she slid one hand between his thighs to cup his balls, her fingers rolling
them gently, firmly.
Destroying him with pleasure.
There was no going back.
There was no saving her innocence, his conscience, or the consequences he could sense
would rise from this night to bite him on the ass.
Brushing her hand aside he gripped the base of his dick. He pulled free of the exquisite
heat of her mouth, then angled it to her lips once again. Rubbing the wide crest against
the swollen curves of her lips, his teeth clenched as a moan slipped past them. Her
gaze darkened further, and as he watched pure emotion fill them, Archer swore he could
feel something inside his soul reaching out to her.
Emotion threatened to ambush him, threatened to break free despite his determination
to hold it back. Lust. This was lust. It was about hunger. It was about physical need
and pleasure.
A pleasure she was sharing with him.
The sound of her pleasure in him caused his balls to tighten in spiraling lust. His
need for her was moving through him. Slamming into his senses, tempting him to take
over, to take her.
It was all he could do to hold back the powerful dominance that was so much a part
of him.
And he had no idea why he was holding it back.
He was already a dead man. He might as well enjoy every second of the lovely, sensual
creature sitting before him, her tongue peeking out to lash at the head of his cock.
Yeah, he was a fucking dead man and this was his last meal. A lovely, delicate, sensual
little feast, and he intended to enjoy every second of pleasure he found in her.
Anna glanced up at him, the battle to keep her lashes raised nearly overwhelming her.
She wanted to see his dark face, the savage contours and tense hunger in his expression.
The chaotic emotions and pure dominance that filled his eyes excited her and intensified
her own arousal.
She couldn’t believe all the years of fantasizing about him had finally come to an
end. All the years of reading about the act were at an end. She had watched it in
videos, listened to every story her friends told of giving a man pleasure, and amassed
the knowledge that she prayed would mark this man with her touch.
He didn’t love her, but she wanted to make certain he remembered her. That he remembered
her touch and the heat burning between them. That he never forgot that she had waited
for him—
Parting her lips to take the wide crest between them once again, Anna sucked the engorged
head into her mouth and let her tongue rub against the ultrasensitive area just beneath
the throbbing head.
The taste of male heat and lust filled her senses as a harsh growl sounded above her.
Archer’s fingers tightened in her hair as the fingers of his other hand tightened
around the base of his cock.
Anna tightened her lips and mouth around the pulsing flesh, sucking him deeper, more
firmly.
She could barely take more than the thick head, but the overwhelming sense of femininity
that filled her only stoked the flaming hunger higher.
Lifting her gaze to his once again, Anna couldn’t help but whimper at the savage intensity
of his expression. His fingers tightened in her hair once again as he moved her head
back, slowly, before pulling her mouth back onto the thickly flared crest.
He filled her mouth, fucking it slow and easy, as the rasp of his breath and her muted
moans filled the room.
Anna could feel her juices easing from her aching vagina as her clit throbbed in painful
need.
Electric fingers of sensation raced over her nerve endings, sensitizing every inch
of her flesh. The fingers of one
The innocence in her expression as she glanced up at him was at odds with her confidence
and the pure hunger blazing in the dark green depths of her eyes.
Her innocence didn’t stop her now, though, any more than it had earlier. His stomach
tightened as she slid one hand between his thighs to cup his balls, her fingers rolling
them gently, firmly.
Destroying him with pleasure.
There was no going back.
There was no saving her innocence, his conscience, or the consequences he could sense
would rise from this night to bite him on the ass.
Brushing her hand aside he gripped the base of his dick. He pulled free of the exquisite
heat of her mouth, then angled it to her lips once again. Rubbing the wide crest against
the swollen curves of her lips, his teeth clenched as a moan slipped past them. Her
gaze darkened further, and as he watched pure emotion fill them, Archer swore he could
feel something inside his soul reaching out to her.
Emotion threatened to ambush him, threatened to break free despite his determination
to hold it back. Lust. This was lust. It was about hunger. It was about physical need
and pleasure.
A pleasure she was sharing with him.
The sound of her pleasure in him caused his balls to tighten in spiraling lust. His
need for her was moving through him. Slamming into his senses, tempting him to take
over, to take her.
It was all he could do to hold back the powerful dominance that was so much a part
of him.
And he had no idea why he was holding it back.
He was already a dead man. He might as well enjoy every second of the lovely, sensual
creature sitting before him, her tongue peeking out to lash at the head of his cock.
Yeah, he was a fucking dead man and this was his last meal. A lovely, delicate, sensual
little feast, and he intended to enjoy every second of pleasure he found in her.
Anna glanced up at him, the battle to keep her lashes raised nearly overwhelming her.
She wanted to see his dark face, the savage contours and tense hunger in his expression.
The chaotic emotions and pure dominance that filled his eyes excited her and intensified
her own arousal.
She couldn’t believe all the years of fantasizing about him had finally come to an
end. All the years of reading about the act were at an end. She had watched it in
videos, listened to every story her friends told of giving a man pleasure, and amassed
the knowledge that she prayed would mark this man with her touch.
He didn’t love her, but she wanted to make certain he remembered her. That he remembered
her touch and the heat burning between them. That he never forgot that she had waited
for him—
Parting her lips to take the wide crest between them once again, Anna sucked the engorged
head into her mouth and let her tongue rub against the ultrasensitive area just beneath
the throbbing head.
The taste of male heat and lust filled her senses as a harsh growl sounded above her.
Archer’s fingers tightened in her hair as the fingers of his other hand tightened
around the base of his cock.
Anna tightened her lips and mouth around the pulsing flesh, sucking him deeper, more
firmly.
She could barely take more than the thick head, but the overwhelming sense of femininity
that filled her only stoked the flaming hunger higher.
Lifting her gaze to his once again, Anna couldn’t help but whimper at the savage intensity
of his expression. His fingers tightened in her hair once again as he moved her head
back, slowly, before pulling her mouth back onto the thickly flared crest.
He filled her mouth, fucking it slow and easy, as the rasp of his breath and her muted
moans filled the room.
Anna could feel her juices easing from her aching vagina as her clit throbbed in painful
need.
Electric fingers of sensation raced over her nerve endings, sensitizing every inch
of her flesh. The fingers of one
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