The Callahan's: Secret Sins Part 29

How the h.e.l.l was he going to maintain his control when her hunger was like a flame licking over his flesh?

Lifting her, he quickly pushed her blouse from her shoulders, forcing himself to patience as it fell from her arms.

Her fingers loosened his belt, pushed it aside, then tugged at the snap of his jeans.

"I want to touch you." The husky need in her voice had his thighs tightening further as she struggled with the zipper of his jeans until it, too, parted beneath her trembling fingers.

Archer breathed in roughly as she parted the jeans, gripped the thick length of his c.o.c.k, then eased it from the fabric.

The broad head flared, thick and smooth, the flesh dark with the need to f.u.c.k her, as Archer eased her back on the couch. Pushing his fingers beneath the skirt he gripped the side of her panties and tore the silk from her hips.

He would buy her more later.

Anna shuddered, exquisite pleasure rushing through her in a wave of fierce, heated sensation.

"Oh G.o.d," she breathed out, the sound ragged and rough as Archer moved lower, spreading her thighs apart as he came down between them.

His fingers brushed against the top of her mound.

d.a.m.n, he loved her p.u.s.s.y.

Soft curls covered the mound above her c.l.i.t. Below them was sweet, silken pink flesh saturated and glistening with slick, hot, feminine honey.

Archer licked his lips, took his finger, and eased it up the narrow slit, feeling the slickness of her wet heat as more flowed from her hot little p.u.s.s.y.

"So pretty," he murmured, circling the hard, swollen bud of her c.l.i.t.

He felt mesmerized, f.u.c.king drunk on the temptation of that wet heat lying slick and glistening on her swollen folds.

Easing her thighs further apart, Archer felt her heels digging into the couch as her hips arched again, the soft curves of her delicate little p.u.s.s.y parting again, flashing the pretty, soft pink flesh at the entrance of her v.a.g.i.n.a.

"Archer, I don't know-" A whimpering moan fell from her lips. "I don't know-what you do to me."

The sound of her arousal, the need in her voice, had his muscles tightening, the temptation of her tearing at his control.

"I'm loving you, Anna," he promised her, his hand flattening against her belly to hold her in place. "I'm loving you, baby."

And G.o.d, how he wished love, the love she ached so desperately for, actually existed. He would give it to her. He would fill her life with it. He would give her so much d.a.m.ned love she would never remember what it felt like not to have love.

For now, all he could do was give her the illusion, but that illusion- It rose inside him, overtook him, and for a while, for just a little while, Archer let himself believe it could exist.

Lowering his head, Archer slid the tip of his tongue through the narrow slit of her swollen folds. The silken flesh parted, the sweet honey of her juices clinging to his tongue as he licked and stroked the sensitive flesh.

Sliding his hands beneath her hips as she lifted to him, Archer worked his tongue from her c.l.i.t to the clenched, heated opening of her p.u.s.s.y, feeling the snug, tight opening flex against his tongue, trying to draw it inside the heated depths.

Staring up at her as she pushed her fingers through his hair, Archer licked his lips again, held her gaze, then swiped his tongue quickly through the swollen slit as her cry of pleasure echoed around them. The sweet spice of her feminine heat exploded against his senses, the sweet, heated taste of her drawing him back for more.

Anna felt her breath catch, then rush through her lungs as his tongue slid through the swollen, sensitive folds of her p.u.s.s.y.

Her c.l.i.t throbbed in impending release, sending a rush of brutal need to tighten her nipples as her c.l.i.t throbbed with a deep, pulsing demand.

As his gaze held hers, his tongue working through her p.u.s.s.y, licking, stroking, Anna was certain she couldn't bear the pleasure.

"Ah, Anna, I swear the taste of your p.u.s.s.y makes me drunk. All I thought about today was tasting you." His tongue licked along her slit again. "Sucking your pretty c.l.i.t." A sucking kiss was delivered to the little bud. "And stroking my tongue as deep inside you as it'll go."

His tongue pierced the entrance, pushing inside, stroking along nerve endings that flared in heated response. As his head came back, his fingers found the entrance instead, pushing inside her again. the tight depths requiring several stretching thrusts before they lodged fully inside her.

"Archer, oh G.o.d, it's so good," she moaned, her hips pressing his fingers deeper, riding them with tight, desperate movements. Forcing her p.u.s.s.y against the impalement as pleasure rushed through her senses.

His lips covered the hard bud of her c.l.i.t, surrounding it with the wet heat of his mouth. Anna whimpered with the sensations as he began suckling it, slow and easy. His mouth and tongue worked the little bud, the fingers buried inside her f.u.c.king her with deep, rhythmic motions.

"Oh G.o.d, Archer, yes" she moaned, the pleasure tightening through her p.u.s.s.y, her c.l.i.t, building in her womb as she cupped her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Her thumbs and forefingers caught the little buds, working them firmly and sending sharp peaks of pleasure slashing along an erogenous path to her c.l.i.t.

Archer's lips tightened on her c.l.i.t, his tongue flickering against it now. The thrust and rub of his fingers inside her, the heavy male growls of pleasure vibrating against the tender bud, overwhelmed her.

Sensation exploded through her in sharp, body-jerking bursts as she came around his fingers a breath before her c.l.i.t exploded against his tongue.

As her v.a.g.i.n.a clenched and rippled in waves of fiery sensation, her c.l.i.toris exploded, shards of sharpened ecstasy racing through her as she screamed his name. Pressed tight against his thrusting fingers and suckling lips, his tongue keeping the fiery storm of rapture racing through her c.l.i.t, Anna could do nothing but arch, her hands clenching in his hair, her hips lifting to him as the obliteration of her senses continued.

Perspiration coated her flesh as a cry of completion became a wail of continued ecstasy. Shuddering, her body jerking against him with each violent pulse of rapture, Anna was certain she would die in his arms before it would end. But as she collapsed against the couch, her breathing harsh as Archer's fingers slowly slid from her inner flesh, she admitted she might live.

She might.

Forcing her eyes open, she watched as Archer sat at the side of the couch, jerking his boots off before standing and quickly shedding his jeans.

Anna forced herself to sit up, sliding around until she faced him her gaze locked on the flared, heavily throbbing crest of his c.o.c.k.

She licked her lips, seeing the bead of pre-come that glistened at the tip.

"If you wrap that pretty mouth around my d.i.c.k, I won't stop until I'm pumping my come down your throat," he warned her as he watched the intent fill her gaze.

The explicitness of the warning shouldn't have sent her juices spilling again, and her c.l.i.t immediately throbbing in interest.

But it did. And, she realized, it had curiosity filling her just as quickly as the l.u.s.t.

She'd never had that, and she realized she wanted it. She wanted to experience everything with Archer. When this was over and he walked away, she wanted to know every act with him.

She wanted to know what it meant to belong to him.

"But I want to wrap my lips around your d.i.c.k," she said softly, watching his expression as it tightened and brutal l.u.s.t filled his face.

Leaning forward, his hard body pressed her into the back of the couch as his hand braced against the top of the cushions. Archer gripped the base of his c.o.c.k, the flared crest pressing against her lips.

"Ah baby," he groaned as her head tilted back, the angle of the penetration allowing her gaze to connect with his.

"f.u.c.k, I love your mouth." Burying the fingers of one hand in her hair, a heavy grimace tightened his face. "Sweet, hot, sucking mouth ... That's it, baby, suck my d.i.c.k. Let me f.u.c.k those pretty lips."

Fingers clenched tighter in her hair, his hips moved, thrusted the head of his c.o.c.k into her mouth. With each thrust her tongue licked and stroked with heavy demand, pushing Archer closer to the brink of release.

Sliding her hands up his thighs, Anna found the tight, heated sac beneath his c.o.c.k as a heavy groan filled the air. Stroking the taut flesh, feeling his c.o.c.k head throb against her tongue, Anna tightened her lips around him. One hand stroked the hard shaft, the other cupped and caressed his b.a.l.l.s as her need for him overwhelmed her.

Watching the flared crest of his c.o.c.k as he thrust it slow and easy inside her mouth, Archer groaned desperately at the draw of her mouth against the sensitive head.

Controlling the thrust of his hips, he felt the depth of his penetration into her exquisite heat was killing him. The need to f.u.c.k her hard and deep had his b.a.l.l.s throbbing, the blood pounding hard and heated through the engorged length of his d.i.c.k.

G.o.d, he loved the feel of her mouth.

"So sweet." Watching his c.o.c.k stretch her lips, redden them, was so d.a.m.ned arousing he couldn't believe it.

He'd never had l.u.s.t grab him by the b.a.l.l.s in the ways it did with Anna. There was no maintaining his control and no way in h.e.l.l to hold back with her. She did things to him he couldn't explain and couldn't make sense of.

As her tongue licked and rubbed beneath the flared crest, her mouth enveloping it with innocent heat, her expression cleared of the somber pain that had filled it. Her eyes were no longer dark with the misery trapped inside her, or the fears haunting her.

And she was stripping him to the very core of who and what he was, Archer realized.

He'd never known pleasure like this. He'd never known the pleasure could burn through the depths of her body as it did with her.

Fiery heat surrounded the head of his d.i.c.k, her mouth drawing at it. Pleasure stroked straight to his b.a.l.l.s as the need to come began to overwhelm everything else.

Staring into her eyes, lost in the dark depths of the emotions swirling in her gaze, the intensity of those emotions pulling him under, pulling him in- Archer meant to pull free of her. The intent had been to f.u.c.k her pretty mouth only to the point of coming. He'd had no true intention of giving her his release in such a way.

As her mouth tightened, her tongue pressing and rubbing against the ultrasensitive nerve endings, her fingers lightly rubbed against his b.a.l.l.s. Archer stared into her eyes and saw emotions he couldn't define. Yet he could feel them resonating inside him until his control shattered and his release erupted from his c.o.c.k.

There was no warning.

One second he was ready to pull back, the next second his come was spurting from the head of his c.o.c.k and filling her tight, sucking mouth in rapid pulses of s.e.m.e.n that jetted from the tip.

Anna's eyes widened, then darkened. Tightening her mouth on the pulsing head, her fingers stroked the throbbing shaft as low pleasure-filled moans vibrated around the thick head.

Pleasure was almost agony. It was like having a part of his soul stripped from him to meet with the fire and brilliant emotions in her heavy-lidded gaze.

When it returned, slamming back into him as the last thick pulse of his release spurted into her mouth, Archer knew he wasn't the same.

Just as he knew he needed more of her.

The release that tore from him wasn't enough.

He needed more of her, more of a pleasure so addicting that he wondered if he could ever let her go.

Staring up at Archer as he pulled free of her gripping mouth, Anna couldn't help but lick her lips with sensual satisfaction.

"Oh baby, we're not done yet." He surprised her with the harsh growl of his voice.

A gasp escaped her lips as Archer jerked a pillow from the couch and tossed it to the floor in front of him. Then, bending to it, he gripped her knees and parted them before pulling her hips to the edge.

"Oh yes," the whispered need pa.s.sed her lips as she spread her thighs, her knees lifting to grip his lean flanks.

Quickly rolling the condom he'd pulled from the back pocket of his jeans onto his erection, Archer then bent to her.

"Did you think I'd leave you unsatisfied?" he asked, gripping the thick stalk of his c.o.c.k as he eased the engorged head through the swollen, juice-laden folds of her p.u.s.s.y.

"I would-" A moan parted her lips as the thick crest pressed into the now oversensitive entrance. "-would have understood."

"Watch." The hoa.r.s.ely voiced order had her gaze following his.

Reclined back as she was, her thighs spread wide, Anna could see the hard flesh of his c.o.c.k parting her intimate lips. The swollen curves hugged the wide crest, her juices clinging to it as he began pressing inside.

The slow, controlled stretch of her delicate inner muscles had pleasure rising rapidly as the fiery pleasure-pain began streaking across her nerve endings.

"Archer." The intensity of the pleasure beginning to overtake her. "It's so good, Archer."

Angling her hips to him, her fingers gripping his arms, Anna watched as, with a final hard thrust, he buried to the hilt inside her.

The heavy pulse of his c.o.c.k had her knees tightening on his hips as the imperative need to o.r.g.a.s.m came racing through her again.

Lifting her gaze to his, Anna felt her chest tighten, almost felt the tears that would have filled her eyes.

The look on his face- Her breath hitched, a whimpering moan filling the air around them as he began to move. His hips thrusting, dragging his c.o.c.k nearly free before pushing inside her. He worked the heavy flesh to the hilt, pulled back, then thrust hard and heavy inside her again.

The stroke and caress of his heavily veined shaft and his thick, blunt head built inside Anna.

Pleasure rose in intensity as overexcited nerve endings began to burn, to flare. Thrusting harder, faster, he locked his gaze on hers, his expression so tender so-what?

What was it?

What emotion was whipping between them?

The intensity of it, like the ecstatic pleasure, only strengthened, increased.

"Archer, please!" The need, the overwhelming sensations were pulsing, expanding inside her.

When he was groaning, perspiration running in rivulets down his chest, along the side of his face, his golden-brown eyes seemed more brilliant, more predatory- "Anna. Sweetheart." His groan was hoa.r.s.e, his body tightening as he lifted one hand from her hips to cup her cheek. "Sweet Anna-"

Archer's teeth clenched as Anna cried out, her p.u.s.s.y tightening around his c.o.c.k as it shuttled back and forth, harder, faster.

Flames erupted inside her.

Electric, pulsing, ecstasy exploded like fireworks inside the clenched, pleasure-tortured depths of her v.a.g.i.n.a.

"f.u.c.k! Baby!" His hand tightened at her cheek, some battle raging in his expression as she felt his release suddenly tear through his corded body.

"Ah f.u.c.k!" His face tightened, his gaze turning savage. "Anna. Ah G.o.d. Mine!" His hips slammed forward as she felt his c.o.c.k flex, pulse.

The muscles of her p.u.s.s.y rippled and tightened around him.