Pure Gold

Especially not now that I know the scent of her. I can smell her arousal, and if I weren’t already rock hard from jacking off to thoughts of her, I would be at that alone.

I can’t believe she thought she might be able to get away from me. That she could come here and ask me to eat her pussy and then take off. After she put into my head that other men think about her while they got themselves off. Motherfuckers.

Of course they do. I can’t blame them. Doesn’t stop me from having irrational thoughts of burning this world to the ground until it’s only her and me left. Then I wouldn’t have to worry about that shit ever again.

“Archer!” She lets out a small scream when I put her back down on her feet in front of my bed and start ripping the clothes from her body.

I hadn’t been lying when I told her I was jacking off. I was trying to get the edge off. I’ve been that way since the first night when she walked into the club. I don’t know why I even try at this point. I rub one out and think I’m better for a few seconds. The second she’s back in my mind—which is all the damn time—I’m hard again.

I came up to my room to change earlier. I’d actually thought about going for a run to burn off some pent-up energy having no clue how long she’d be with Olivia doing all the wedding crap. I needed to keep myself busy so I didn’t go down there and drag her out of there and back home.

I know she needs some space, and I was trying not to be such a complete animal and let her help Olivia plan her wedding. I figured if I jacked off a few times it would help calm me down. I was trying to hold out until everything got cleared up with the lawyer situation, but all that was thrown out the window the second she asked me to eat her cunt.

I don’t want her thinking this is only about sex. Holding out is my way of showing her that. I could be good. I’ll get her off. Keep my dick to myself. She’s in need. I can’t leave her that way. She wants to get off. I'm more than happy to help her. How can I not? Look at her.

She’s standing in front of me looking like every man’s wet dream in only her bra and panties. The wet spot on her soft pink panties is doing nothing to tamp down the beast inside of me. I need to smell and taste it now. I drop down to my knees in front of her, bringing my nose to the damp spot and breathing her in.

I close my eyes as I relish her musky sweet scent and try to get my dirty thoughts under control so I don’t pin her to the bed and shove my cock into her before she’s ready.

“Arch.” The sound of my name coming from her lips only intensifies my need for her. There is no sexier sound in the world than her moans or how she says my name when she’s turned on.

I slip my hands up her soft legs. Her skin is like warm velvet. No, rose petals. How can something be so soft? My hands stop when I make it to her panties. I grip the sides of them, yanking them down, giving me my first view of heaven. I will spend the rest of my days worshipping every single inch of her.

Her cunt glistens with her arousal, begging for me to lap up every drop of it. The tiny hood of her clit peeks out, begging for my attention. I somehow manage to control myself enough to look up at her. Her eyes are trained on me, and I can see the desire in them. She watches, wondering what I’ll do next, her innocence showing more than ever.

“You sure? Because once I get a taste of you, there’s no going back.” Not that there was before, but this will put the final nail in the coffin. She simply nods her head. “Need the words, sweet girl of mine.”

“Yes. I might die if you don’t get to it already.” I smile, loving that smartass mouth of hers. It doesn't come out often. I love that she's comfortable enough to give it to me. One of these days I’m going to redden her ass for it. That’s for another day.

“Take off your bra and show me those pretty tits.” Her eyes widen at my crude words, but she follows my command, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. It falls to the ground to reveal her tight little nubs that are begging for me to suck them.