Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101902 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101902 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
He whimpered and began pushing back to meet every thrust.
“Fuck,” I exhaled. The air was heavy and humid, and I lost myself in the sensations. I fucked him harder and deeper, loving every glimpse of my pelvis forcing his ass cheeks wider apart.
I should’ve fucked him five years ago.
I groaned and let my head fall back. Over and over, I drilled into his tight ass, and his sounds filled the bathroom, getting louder and louder, echoing and invading.
My breathing turned shallow. The rhythm seduced me.
“Ahh, fuck, Sir,” he moaned.
Abandoning his shoulder, I slid my hand down to his cock instead, and I started stroking him at the same pace I fucked him. And then even faster.
He was going to drive me crazy. The closer he got, the more he clenched around my cock, and I wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer. I was itching to flood his ass with my come.
Nearing the end, I lost my composure. I gnashed my teeth and cursed, groaned, and growled as I pounded into him. I managed to tell him to finish himself off, and then I was chasing my own climax to the desperate, pornographic sounds he made. Jesus Christ, he was vocal, and his voice struck a chord in me that turned me into some caveman.
“May I come?” he begged. “Please, Sir, please, I’m so close.”
“Come,” I gritted out. Fucking finally. I could let go too. Our groans sounded so loud in my ears, so goddamn sexy and raw. It was impossible to back down. My orgasm crashed into me and set off an explosion of reactions within me. Shivers, a bolt of adrenaline, utter bliss, happiness, hope, and more excitement than I’d felt in a long time.
Holy fuck.
I pumped into him sluggishly as my climax slowly subsided.
Loud groans faded into heavy breathing.
“Oh my God,” he panted, shuddering violently.
“Yeah.” I swallowed dryly and rested my forehead on his shoulder.
And this was only the beginning.
Had Archie been a regular play partner I met up with in Mclean, I would’ve woken up with my cock in a mouth. Something I was definitely looking forward to in my new reality too, but he’d upped the ante.
I dragged my ass out of bed to the sounds of Kyla babbling loudly outside my bedroom, and Archie responded as if he knew every “word” she said. Moreover, something smelled delicious. The distinct aroma of coffee mingled with the scent of homemade bread.
After pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a tee, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and walked out of my room.
Rex greeted me right outside, and I patted him on the head. Yeah, new things happening around here, buddy. I’d set my alarm to call Ben earlier, long before the sun had gone up, and then I’d returned to bed. Rex wasn’t used to that. He wasn’t used to the new faces either. From this little hallway, I could see past the entryway, into the living room, then the kitchen beyond that.
I had a good profile shot of Archie on the couch. Kyla stood on the floor between his legs, and she was gripping the edge of the coffee table and bouncing excitedly.
And the babbling. A lot of babbling and pointing at the flat-screen on the wall. Something was running on the screen, but I couldn’t see what.
“I know, darling, I agree,” Archie replied. “But we mustn’t forget he’s a smarmy snake. We like Mr. Branson instead. He’s dreamy. Not as dreamy as Greer, but you catch my drift.”
I grinned and stayed right where I was.
It was a precious sight. Seemed like the dogs were at ease too. Odin slept in the entryway by the stairs, but the rest were dozing around the seating area in the living room. When Kyla wasn’t pointing at the TV, she was gesturing at the dogs.
The baby girl didn’t have a lot of hair, but that hadn’t stopped Archie from gathering a couple dark tufts in a pink bow at the top of her head.
She was cute as hell. Her dad was…unbelievably sexy. A bit of dark stubble, his short hair pointing in every direction, and actual pajamas, shirt and bottoms. I wanted to freeze the moment so I could stare at him all day.
As if on cue, an alarm went off, so Archie silenced his phone and mirrored the surprised look on Kyla’s face.
“What was that?” he asked her. “Could it be the scones? Let’s go find out.” He picked her up and pressed pause on…oh, he had his laptop set up. Maybe he was streaming through it. Either way, he paused his show and made his way toward the kitchen, and I followed.
Obviously, my cover was blown the second I passed the living room. Buddy, Beast, and Monster jumped up from their slumber to greet me, but luck was on my side. Archie turned on the radio in the kitchen and didn’t pay attention to two giant American mastiffs slobbering over me a few feet away.