Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
He scoffs. “I stay hard when you’re around. Fuck, even if I hear your name.”
“Then I’d say you better start stripping.”
“Fuck me, and it’s hot when you take charge.”
Offering him a flirty grin, I get to work on stripping out of my own clothes. He stands still, his eyes burning as he watches me. “You’re behind, Kincaid,” I tell him as I drop the corset to the floor.
His reflexes are slower as he reaches both arms out to cup a breast in each hand. He tests their weight before stepping closer, dipping his head and sucking a hard nipple into his mouth. I bury my hands in his hair, enjoying his mouth on me. He moves to the other breast as his hand slides down to my jean shorts. He pops the button and slides his hand inside my panties.
“Is all this for me?” he asks as he explores my pussy with his fingers.
“Archer.”
“Yeah, baby?”
“You’re supposed to be getting naked.”
“I will,” he says, still teasing me with his fingers.
“Please.”
He pulls his fingers from my panties and brings them to his mouth. I don’t know why but watching him place them into his mouth and suck turns me on more than anything ever has. Maybe it has something to do with the groan that emits from his throat or how his eyes roll before closing as if he’s tasting the most decadent of desserts.
He steps back and pulls his shirt over his head. This time it’s my turn to stand and watch as he exposes his body to me.
“Like what you see?” He smirks.
“You know I do.”
“Lose the shorts and panties, Firecracker.” He’s naked as the day he was born when he climbs onto the bed and lies back against the fluffy pillows.
Breaking out of my trance, I do as he says, stripping out of the remainder of my clothes. I have one knee on the bed, ready to straddle him when he pats his chest. “Come up here.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Straddle me here.” He taps his chest again.
I don’t know where this is going, but I do know there hasn’t been a single moment of naked time with this man that I didn’t thoroughly enjoy, so I do as I’m asked and straddle him, resting over his chest.
“Up on your knees.”
I rise up, and he moves down. He smirks up at me. “Move up a little,” he instructs. A shudder rolls through me because now I know where this is going. When he said I was going to ride him, I expected to be riding his cock, not his face.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
“Fucking positive.” The words are barely past his lips when he’s gripping my thighs and pulling me down on his mouth.
“Oh,” I moan. My body lurches forward at the momentum of his tongue massaging my clit. My hands grapple for the headboard to hold myself steady.
His grip on my thighs is tight, but I still manage to lift up on my knees when the sensation is too much.
“Get back here.” He smacks my ass, and I yelp in surprise. It doesn’t hurt, but I wasn’t expecting that.
“I can’t,” I pant. I need him inside me.
“You can. Give me everything you’ve got, Firecracker.”
I let my earlier thoughts out, “It’s too much. I need you inside me.”
“Not until you come all over my face.” His hands travel to my hips, and he pulls me down onto him. “Good girl,” he mutters before he unleashes on me. He eats at me like a starving man, and all I can do is hold on to the headboard and feel.
That deep tingling feeling starts deep in my core, and heat rushes through me like a four-alarm fire. I rock my hips, seeking the release, and Archer grunts his approval. That sound sends me over the edge. I dig my nails into the wood of the bed frame as I still over him, letting the euphoria his tongue has caused roll through my body.
When I finally slacken against him, he somehow manages to lift me, moving me to my back. I force my eyes open to stare up at him. He’s got his hard cock in his hand as he licks his lips, which are still shining with my release. He leans over to the nightstand, grabs a condom, has himself sheathed, and is pushing inside me in a matter of seconds. We both moan at the contact.
I expect him to unleash on me, but he does the exact opposite. Archer takes his time. Each stroke is slow, and his hands roam all over my body. My arms are under his, gripping his back as he makes love to me.
We don’t make love.
But there is no other way to describe this moment.
The one where Archer Kincaid steals my entire heart.
CHAPTER
SEVENTEEN
Archer
The days, weeks, and months are rolling past me at lightning speed. Normally, I don’t think too much about the passing of time. However, that’s changed since Scarlett appeared in my life. My wild Firecracker. For the first time in my life, I wish that I could slow the hours that pass us by.