A Bad Boy's Gift

Chapter 27

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Once inside, with a glass of wine in my hand, I finally relax. I lean my back against the island, rolling my head back, my hair in a pile on the worksurface behind me.

Archer comes to stand in front of me after a trip to the toilet. He rests his hands on my hips, his mouth finding my neck instantly.

"Shall I bend you over here?" He whispers in my ear. I hum at the ache developing between my legs. He starts to undo my jeans, not stopping his mouth. I moan a little, the ache getting stronger. He stops his kisses for a moment to lower my jeans to the floor. He starts kissing my thigh, his hands kneading my arse cheeks. He takes me by surprise when he lifts me so I'm resting on the edge of the worktop. I giggle. "Tell me what you want." He demands, continuing his kisses on my neck.

"Your mouth," I say, looking into his eyes, then looking down, gesturing I want him to eat me out. He smiles.

"Your wish is my command." He teases me with his fingers on the lace of my knickers. I rest my right foot on the edge of the sink behind him, giving me some stability. He kisses me, gently to begin with before turning more hungry. The teasing making me wet. I kiss him with equal amounts of enthusiasm.

The torture between my legs continues, when he takes his fingers away, resting his hand on my thigh, I can feel just how wet I am. He reluctantly removes his lips from mine, looking deep into my eyes, before kneeling in front of me. He watches me as he slides my pants down my legs, discarding them on the floor with my jeans.

He places a hand on the inside of my right knee, spreading my knees apart so he could make way for his huge grin. He pulls me closer, so I'm teetering on the edge. He tears open my shirt and scoops my breasts out of their support. The sigh he gives before planting gentle kisses up my thigh is one of adoration.

I moan as he reaches his target, one long slow lick before beginning what I asked for. After five minutes, my insides are churning, his fingers inside me rubbing exactly where they need to. His tongue and fingers make me moan louder and louder until I clench around his fingers calling out and groaning loudly.

He slides his fingers out, I hear him unclip his belt, my head still lolled back as I start coming down from my ecstasy. Before I can open my eyes, his mouth is on mine, I can feel his hard dick waiting patiently to enter me, tasting myself on his tongue. His eyes meet mine, searching for an answer, he presses gently. I can't hold back, I groan and use the leg that's not supporting me to push against his backside, encouraging him to enter me.

I feel him stretch me as he enters. "Oh, Baby," he groans in my ear, "you're so fucking tight." His words entangle me, sending shivers through me, my head rolls back again, allowing him to leave heated kisses on my neck and chest. One hand supports my hip, the other around his cock as he teases me, entering me slowly.

Once he's stretched me enough, he slides all the way in. A high-pitched squeal escapes me, I sound like a pornstar. He picks up the pace, moving his hand to my throat. Oh, I do love it when they wrap their fingers around my throat, cutting off my airway. This time though, he presses the sides of my neck, and I feel my pulse against his fingers and thumb. He's not cutting my airway, he's cutting my circulation; I can still breathe, but the feeling of dizziness mixed with him pounding me is amazing. It makes the sensation of our passion that much more intense.

He supports the back of my head, bringing my lips to his as we move together as one, his grunts with my moans. It's hot, steamy and oh-so-sexy. His pace speeds up, his grunts become louder, and his breath more rugged until he slams himself into me. A loud, long sigh escapes him as sweat drips from his forehead. He wraps his arms around me, pulling back slightly then sliding back in. I rest my forehead on his shoulder, both of us breathing really heavily. I keep my eyes closed and just let us both come back down to earth for a moment.

Once his breathing has come back to normal, he picks me up and carries me to the downstairs toilet just off the kitchen. He steadies me on the floor, no longer inside me.

I perch on the toilet while he wipes the semen from the end of his dick, now soft and slightly smaller. The contents of his balls fall from me into the toilet.

"This isn't very romantic is it," I offer to break the silence.

He smiles, "It doesn't matter to me, you're so sexy when I have you wrapped around me." He bends down to kiss me, sliding the piece of toilet paper he'd been using, between my legs into the toilet. "Wine?"

"Absolutely, I'll be in in a minute." I smile at his kindness.

He turns and walks out of the door, leaving me to pee in peace.

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