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We’re dancing together, and neither one of us has taken our eyes off each other. I’m not sure what it is about him, but I like the way it feels to be in his arms.

I can’t help but drift my hands over his shoulder muscles and to his back, winding my arms around his neck. My breasts are brushing against his chest, and I can feel his warmth through his shirt and mine.

He moves his hands from my waist to my lower back, drifting a little lower. I’m not gonna stop him, so he keeps sliding his hands down until they’re cupping my ass.

He pulls me in a little closer, and our noses practically touch. “You wanna have some fun with me, darlin’?”

My tongue peeks out and touches my top lip, and then I look over at my friends. Mia gives me a nod and a wide smile while Peyton gives me two thumbs-up and smiles. Livi … she’s sucking face with the guy she was dancing with. I roll my eyes at them, but smile and rest my forehead on Archie’s chest.

“So, you know who I am, but I don’t know your name. Are you gonna tell me?” he asks, tipping my chin up with his finger.

When I meet his eyes again, butterflies flutter around my belly like they’re having a party that only Archie is invited to. He smiles at me, like a real smile, not a let me get in your panties smile, and I’m done. I surrender all the panties to this man.

“Emma. My name is Emma.” My hands slide from his neck to the sides of his face. “So, Archie Griffith, are you gonna keep giving me lines, or are we gonna have some fun?”

He leans in a little closer to my face, close enough to kiss me. “That’s up to you. I’m more than ready to have some fun with you, Emma .”

No guy has ever made me feel like this. Regardless, this can only be one night.

I level with him. “Here’s the deal. My friends dragged me out because, like I said, it’s been a shit week. But what the hell? Maybe my friends are right, and I just need a good lay. Do you think you’re up for that, Archie?”

I’m so close to him now; I can feel his breath on my lips.

“Oh, I’m up for it. You gonna let me kiss you? I really want to taste those lips.”

Instead of answering him, I lean in and kiss him. If I thought his eyes and smile did me in, nothing could have prepared me for this kiss. Our tongues tangle almost immediately, and there’s no way in hell he doesn’t feel this too.

It’s electric.

His hands grab on to my ass, and he pulls me in even closer.

I can feel his hard-on through his jeans, and I think …

he might not be wearing boxers. Just that thought alone makes me moan into his mouth, feeling a bit feral.

I’m completely lost in him and practically forget where we are when he pulls back .

His blue eyes are dancing with mischief and sexual energy.

“Do you want to go upstairs?” I ask him.

He tilts his head and smirks. “Yeah, darlin’, I do. But you know, I live right down the street. We could have a little more privacy and more time for me to do everything I want to do with you. This ain’t gonna be a fast fuck. I wanna take my time.”

“If we leave to go to your house, there’s a chance I might change my mind. So, while the thought of having sex in this house makes me question my sanity, it’s now or never, Archie.”

He nods and slides his hands from my butt to my waist. Leaning in, he kisses me. “Come with me. I know where we can go.” He lets go of my waist and grabs my hands.

I nod and release one of his hands. “Show me the way.”

When we get upstairs, he knocks on a door, and when no one answers, he opens it.

As soon as I get in the door, he spins to face me and closes it behind me with one hand and turns the lock.

Neither of us says anything, but I can see the heat in his eyes.

“Are you sure about this, darlin’?” he asks .

I appreciate that he’s asking for my consent, but I really just need him to take my clothes off. Like now.

“Oh, yeah. I’m sure.” I reach up and wrap my hands around the back of his neck and lean in and kiss him, slipping my tongue inside of his mouth.

The kiss goes to an inferno level immediately.

I slide my hands from his neck down to the hem of his shirt and lift it up as he raises his arms. Wrapping his now-bare arms around my waist, he lifts me and carries me over to the bed and sets me down at the edge.

He kisses me again, then pulls back and kneels in front of me, dragging his hands down my chest and pulling the neck of my shirt down a little.

I lean back on my elbows and watch him. When he gets to my waist, he pops open the button of my jeans and pulls the zipper down.

He doesn’t say anything but looks up at me as I lift my hips as he pulls my jeans from my legs.

Moving his hands from my calves to my hips, he dips his head and starts kissing up my thigh and to my center. “You smell so good, darlin’. I can’t wait to taste you.”

Annnd why does that sound so fucking hot? But also, I’m glad I didn’t wear my comfy panties tonight. Archie Griffith should not see my comfy panties.

He pushes my thighs apart and swipes his tongue over the lace from my opening to my clit. Then, sliding his hands under the waistband in the front, he grabs my underwear and pulls them off and continues to lick me.

“Archie, you really don’t have to do that. I mean, it feels so good, but I don’t usually get off from oral.” I’m almost embarrassed to admit it while his face is literally in my vagina, but I’m kinda anxious to get to the good part.

Instead of replying, he presses his hand on my stomach gently to get me to lie down. He continues to flick my clit with his tongue, and I buck slightly. The feeling is a zing that radiates down my thighs and makes my nipples tighten at the same time. He flicks again, and I let out a gasp .

He smiles against my core as he does it again—and I nearly lose my mind.

When I say I don’t get off from oral, I should admit I’ve never had oral like this before.

He slips his index finger inside me, and I gasp. It feels so good; I start to rock my hips to move his mouth back and forth.

“I’m gonna make you come, Emma. You’re gonna be a good girl and come all over my tongue.

Then I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’ll feel me all week.

” He dips his head back between my legs.

“You taste so fucking good, and I love hearing those soft moans coming from your pretty little lips. I could do this all night.”

Yes, please. Sign me up for the all-nighter!

His arm is wrapped around my thigh, and he’s using his hand to keep me open as he licks and sucks my clit while his other hand continues to pump in and out of me.

The sensations are overwhelming. I’m on the verge of coming. I move my hands from my sides, which are gripping the comforter, and put them on his head, sliding my fingers through his hair. I hear him moan when I pull on his hair slightly, which only turns me on more.

My head falls back onto the bed, and I’m gripping his hair so tightly as I start to come. “Oh my God, Archie, don’t stop. I’m so close.”

I move my hips in sync with his mouth moving back and forth over my clit. I’m just about to explode when he adds another finger and presses on my G-spot. I swear I black out for a minute until I feel him kissing his way up my stomach.

“Holy shit,” I pant. “I’ve literally never come like that before.”

I’m not even worried about this going to his head because the man deserves a round of applause for that performance.

“I’m just getting started, darlin’.”

Then he leans in and kisses me. I can taste myself on his tongue, and I don’t hate it like I thought I would .

“Do you have a condom?” I ask him.

He lifts his head and nods, looking into my eyes. “I do.”

Then he stands and pulls his wallet from his pocket and grabs a condom. He tosses the wallet on the table beside the bed.

I scoot back toward the headboard and watch him unbutton his jeans. Just like I thought, he’s not wearing any boxers. And what’s hanging between those gorgeous thighs is impressive. In fact, I’m slightly nervous about it.

“Umm … do you think we need lube or something?”

Archie smirks but shakes his head. “Don’t you worry, darlin’. I’ll make it fit.”

And now I definitely don’t need lube with those words.

He tears open the wrapper and starts to roll it onto his cock. My eyes devour his body. This man is a work of art. Muscles for days, and the tattoos, he’s got quite a few. Including what looks like a deck of cards, all aces and one joker, resting on his heart.

“You a poker player?” I nod to his chest.

With both hands, he pulls my legs apart again and crawls up the bed. Crawls. To. Me. Could this man get any sexier?

“Texas Hold’em is my specialty.” He laughs. “But let’s talk about my tattoos later, yeah?”

Leaning over me now, he dips his head for a kiss. His body is pressed against mine, and I can feel his covered cock at my entrance. As we kiss, our bodies begin to rock in sync. Archie deepens the kiss as he pushes into me.

I gasp with the sensation as he continues kissing me. He’s moving slowly, letting me adjust to his size.

He stops for a second and asks, “You okay?”

“More than okay. You feel so good, Archie.” I take hold of the back of his neck and bring his lips back to mine. I slip my tongue inside his mouth and twirl it around his.

His hips start to roll into mine, and his pelvis hits my clit in just the right spot. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt so in tune with someone during sex. It’s like our bodies instinctively know how to move together .

“You gonna come again for me, beautiful? I want to feel you choke my cock.” His breathing is getting heavier, and his thrusts are getting faster.

I nod because I don’t think I can speak right now.

When he leans in to kiss me again, I pull in his bottom lip with my teeth and suck, making him moan.

The moan triggers me, and my orgasm hits me hard, and my whole body feels like it’s shaking.

“Fuck!” he yells as he comes.

Our bodies still connected, he gives me a soft kiss, once, twice, then pulls his head back. “I think it’s safe to say you rocked my fuckin’ world, darlin’. Give me a minute, and we can go again. I need more of that.”

I start to laugh, and he groans.

“Sorry, did I hurt you?”

“No, but your pussy just squeezed my cock when you laughed, and I might just be ready to go again. I think you have a unicorn pussy, Emma.” He’s smiling, but his hips are already moving in and out.

It feels so good that I almost forget to remind him to get another condom. “Archie, wait. You need a new condom.”

“Give me one more minute.” He pushes in to the hilt and pauses. “I want you to ride me this time.”

He doesn’t need to ask me twice.

“Yes, let’s do the riding.” I nod, and he laughs.

Reaching between us, he grabs the base of the condom and pulls out, then gets off the bed. He takes off the condom and ties it, then wraps it in tissue sitting on the bedside table and tosses it in the garbage.

“Do you have another one?” I ask as he looks through his wallet.

“Fuck. I don’t. Let me see if Schuster has some in this drawer.” He pulls the drawer open and rustles through it. “Got it!”

I sit up and scoot over to give him room on the bed. He lies next to me and pulls me to him, setting the unopened condom on his stomach. “Come here.”

Everything that comes out of this man’s mouth sounds sexy. He’s got this husky, deep voice with a Southern accent. No wonder girls fall at his feet all around campus.

My head is resting on his chest, and I listen to his heart, strong and steady. This man just commanded and owned my body. But his fingers, now strumming along my back, are soft. Almost too tender. A girl could get ideas from a move like that.

I tilt my head up and kiss his jaw first before propping myself onto my elbow to lean over him. “What do you say, cowboy? You up”—I pause and look down at his dick—“for a ride?”

He barks out a laugh and pulls me in for a kiss. “Giddyup, darlin’.”