That Constant Sting They Call Love

~Primal~

Primal

Warning: So much smut beneath the cut! Prepare yourselves!btw this one is really long... enjoy!

Archie was a social being, he loved parties, and interacting with his friends. However, when his girlfriend decided to wear a short black dress and swing her hips as she mingled with their friends and family members, he became decidedly less sociable.

Of course, on the outside, he was polite and respectful and a social butterfly, but on the inside a primal animal was stirring.

Archie tangled his hands in her thick raven locks and felt her push back slightly against his hand. He stopped, looking down at his beautiful girlfriend, and raised his eyebrow in question. Instantly, Veronica's mouth took him in further, his cock tickling the back of her throat. Still his hand remained firm and she gathered all of her strength and relaxed her throat. He sank further still and a guttural groan fell from his lips.

"You're such a good girl, Ronnie. So good for me."

Veronica hummed in agreement, her eyes beginning to water, but Archie's hand held firm for a moment longer, finally pulling her away quickly.

Veronica gasped for a breath, but as quickly as he was gone, her mouth was once again filled, and Veronica gagged around his length but remained still. She opened her eyes and gazed up at her boyfriend, he met her gaze with one of pride and admiration. Archie let go of Veronica's hair and laced his fingers behind his own head.

Veronica grasped Archie's thighs and pulled him in deeper, craving the groan that she had heard only a moment ago.

"Yes, baby" Archie hissed between gritted teeth, "push yourself, princess" Archie praised. And veronica did just that, pulling him deeper and deeper until she gagged and tears were streaming down her cheeks.

Archie reached down and fisted his hands in her hair once more, pulling her back. Veronica instinctively leaned forward at the loss of contact, trying to fill her mouth once more.

"Not yet, baby" Archie admonished. Veronica pouted and put on her best puppy-dog eyes for her boyfriend, and although they were powerful, he had learnt to resist them. Veronica craved the control that Archie provided, and that meant feigning immunity to her charms.

Placing one large hand under each of Veronica's arms, Archie lifted her to a standing position. Veronica tried to resist the giggle that fell from her lips as his hands squeezed her ticklish spots. Absorbing her giggle into a long kiss, Archie walked them over toward the wall, pushing Veronica's back up against it and enjoying the way it restricted her movement.

Archie's hands wandered her body, moving over the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts and along her collarbones. Once hand slid up the length of her throat and rested there as the other wondered back down to the hem of her dress. He didn't apply any pressure but revelled in the way that Veronica's breath hitched and her eyes flew open.Hand's behind your back" Archie ordered in a low grumble.

Veronica complied immediately, placing both hands between the small of her back and the wall behind her.

With one hand remaining balanced on her throat, the other wondered beneath her short black dress, trailing up her inner thigh and eliciting a shaking exhale from the raven-haired princess. Archie gazed over his princess, taking in the flush of her cheeks, the deep red of her lipstick, and her lust-blown eyes. His hand wandered higher and skimmed the apex of her thighs and his thumb began to slowly circle her clit.

Veronica's knees buckled slightly, but as the hand on her throat tightened, she gasped and found the strength to remain standing. The hand loosened, but remained in place. Veronica's mouth fell into a perfect 'o' as Archie's finger slipped inside her, quickly followed by another.