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I also know that means it’s going to be the best fuck of my life.
I mean,just look at him.
If there’s anything this guy knows besides pizza and being father of the year, it’s sex.
And weightlifting, I guess. With biceps like his, he could throw me across the room.
Or just pin me down and leave me begging until I pass out.
In one swift motion, he pulls off his shirt, but before he can reach his shorts, I sit up again.
“Wait.” I reach out, running my fingers along the waistband. “Let me do the honors.”
Without seeing his face, I touch him through the shorts. He groans.
“Woman, I didn’t invite you in to tease me,” he says as I run two fingers along his length, feeling it throbbing under my fingers.
God.
I lean in and breathe against it, and he sucks in a rough breath of his own.
“I know.”
“You don’t have to do this. If it’s too much, too fast, we can stop right now, even if I’ll need to spend the rest of the night in the tub, buried in ice.”
“I don’t, Archer.” I smile up at him as I cup his balls. “But I want to taste your come.”
“Winnie—fuck!”
It’s so on.
My brain sticks on all the little details as I pull his shorts down to his knees and open my mouth for the first few inches of his massive cock.
He’s so girthy it’s inhuman.
His abs are granite, inhumanly well defined as he inhales sharply.
His pecs are broader than mountains.
The tattoo on his arm swells as he flexes, and I notice more ink on the right side of his chest.
A poppy, I think, standing dark red against the black of what looks like barbed wire. There’s a date, too.
It must be for his friend. Big Frank from Chicago who never came home, and the thought unlocks something in me.
Doesn’t make me less horny, no—I don’t think anything could stop me from wanting him right now—but there’s this tenderness, too.
Plus, unholy appreciation, because tattoos on a man like this would make any red-blooded woman feral.
I show it by dragging my lips down his cock, dangerously close to gagging when I take him, and I’m still not evenhalfway down.
Worth it.
So worth it.
“Good girl,” Archer rumbles, sliding his fingers through my hair, holding me against him. “I like how you struggle. Keep sucking. Take what you can.”
With pleasure, I do.