Faith (The Fast Love Collection Book 1)

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    I was not easy. Okay so maybe I was when I was drunk. Friday night was going to haunt me forever.
    Archer's hands splayed out onto my hips, his fingertips caressing the edge of my underpants. I'd worn the pretty lacy ones, maybe my subconscious was driving me towards him.
    “Come on Roxy, tell me you don't want this.”
    His fingers curled under the elastic band, slowly sliding it down my body. He was torture. Pure sensual torture. The alcohol was already making me a little delirious but his words whispered over my neck was making it worse. I couldn't take it any longer.
    “Archer.”
    As the word slipped out of my mouth, barely audible and sounding more like a moan, his lips pressed against my neck. A murmur of acknowledgment vibrated against the skin, one hand slipping along the edge of my panties and over my stomach, the other moving over my torso.
    “Not in front of the window.”
    “Where then?”
    My heart thumped just a little harder as I turned around to face him, his hands never leaving my body.
    “Where Roxy?” He asked as he lowered closer to me.
    “Bedroom.”
    His lips crashed against mine, kissing me forcefully as his hands slid from my back to my backside. Lifting my legs around his waist he pulled me onto his body and carried me out of the kitchen.
    My fingers laced into the hair on the back of his head as we kissed, lips and tongues wrangling and dancing in a hurried and needy kiss.
    Archer figured out the path to my bedroom even though he was more interested in me. As he laid me onto the bed the pillows were pushed off and left to fall to the ground. He knelt on the edge of the bed, lifting the shirt from his body.
    I was in awe of that well-toned body, I never had the inclination to go to a gym.
    He leaned over and lifted me up by my hands, pulling my shirt away and tossing it to the ground where his shirt was. I lowered back onto the bed as his hands found the edge of my skirt that was still bunched around my waist. As he pulled it down my legs, I could feel his fingertips drag over my skin.
    Greedy eyes raked over me in my underwear, thank the stars I'd put decent ones on.
    Sitting up to him I tugged on the belt, dragging him back to his knees on the edge of the bed. The long hard line bulged rather forcefully as I stroked the jeans, his fingers sliding through my hair as I pressed my lips against the line.
    There was a lot of him underneath the material, my heart was thumping hard as I undid the belt and top button, slowly pulling down the zip. Even from the exterior I could see he was beyond adequate.
    Having faced some that were rather lacking, I was happy if he could get it up. But this was more than up, this was rather large.
    As I pulled the sides of the jeans apart and pulled them down my heart went thud. I wanted to thump my chest to see if it was still working or if it had died of fright. Archer was more than adequate, he had enough for two men to be pleasing.
    My hand wrapped around the thick cock in front me, sliding up the length as I licked my lips. He hissed a heavy grunt as my tongue lapped over the head, wetting him with each and every circle.
    As I drew him into my mouth I wondered where all of this man was going to fit in my tiny body. Surely he couldn't bury himself to the base and it not be uncomfortable for the woman. I guess I was going to find out real soon.
    With each and every pump of my hand and movement of my mouth and tongue, Archer groaned quietly, gasped and panted. I'd never known anyone to be so appreciative and vocal about it.
    His hands cupped around the base of my head, caressing the back of my neck and sliding over my scalp.
    Archer's body was beautifully sculpted, sadly I had never had the pleasure of playing with something so damned stunning. Some were a little soft, some were toned but rather limited in muscle definition. My fingers trailed over the v and through the hair, sliding around the base.
    Gently massaging him as my lips and tongue continued

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