A Bad Boy's Gift

Chapter 33

I wake up to a knock on the door. It's gentle and quiet. It must be Molly.

"Come in," I call, Molly pokes her head around the door.

"Is Archer awake?" She whispers.

I roll over and see he's still fast asleep, "No, Sweetheart, is it something I can help with?" I ask, wanting her to feel comfortable to ask me whatever she needs to.

"I just wondered if I could go on my switch? I can go back to bed if it's too early, but I've been awake for a while."

I smile at her, "Of course, you can go on your switch; I'll be down to get some breakfast soon."

"Okay, thank you." She grins, closes the door gently, and goes downstairs.

I check the time at see it's 08:00, not too early then. I roll over to get a look at Archer and am met with his eyes open, and a smile spreads across his face.

"Fuck me, you're gorgeous," he whispers, moving a strand of my hair from my face.

I smile, wishing we could stay here all day, feeling disappointed that I have to go to work and stay there for more than twelve hours.

I climb out of bed and head for a shower. I feel a breeze while I wash my hair and turn to see Archer standing behind me, having opened the shower door to join me. He's completely naked, standing in front of me, arms crossed and muscles bulging.

"What time do you have to leave for work?" He tilts his head, asking two questions at once.

"Oh, not for a couple of hours." I look at him and feel the hunger in my eyes.

"Well, let's not waste your morning," he says, joining me in the shower and closing the door behind himself.

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Standing behind me, Archer puts his hands on my hips, rubbing himself against my arse.

He kisses the side of my neck, the water continuing to stream over my head. He hums in my ear before turning me around to kiss me. The kiss deep and gentle, making me melt into him. I wrap my arms around his neck and lean my body on his. One of his hands moves to kneed my breast, his strong hand pulling and teasing while his mouth makes it's way down my body. My heart rate quickens with the antcipation of what's to come. Almost instantly I start pulsating before he's even inside of me, just from the touch of his mouth.

The double wide shower being taken up by both of us until I start to lose my balance with the torture of his tongue. He shuffles me back so I'm leaning against the cold tiles with him kneeling in front of me.

"I need you inside me," I whimper.

"You need me do you? Tell me how much you need me."

"I can't, I can't think. Just please, bend me over." I moan, my brain not working to tell him just how much I want his dick inside me.

"Oh well, seeing as how you asked so nicely," he says before standing up. He kisses me, allowing me to taste my arousal, before spinning me round as though I'm a rag-doll and bending me over so my hands wrap around my ankles for support.

In one swift motion, the stream from the shower making it easier, he slips himself inside me.

"Fuck!" He shouts, as he stays still for a minute, stretching me to accommodate him. "Why are you so fucking perfect?" He starts moving, his right hand resting on the base of my back while his left holds my hip, offering him an anchor to steady himself against.