Chapter 31

Katrina.

“Please, Archer,” I whispered, my voice barely a breath against the echoing silence. The words felt almost like a plea in the confined space.

“Please, what?” he asked, whispering on my ear. I could feel my skin tingles when he licked my ears subtly.

“What… are you doing?” I asked, my voice almost a whisper.

“Getting you wet,” he whispered and insert his fingers on the middle of my thigh. I almost shrieked when he felt the wetness inside me; and embarrassed because he knew how ready I am for him.

“You’re wet,” his whisper sound so dangerous, as if it was a trigger to pull something inside him.

I was right. He didn’t waste any second and bend me over on the toilet bowl. He kick both of my knees sideways and roll my dress upwards. He licked his palm and guided his hard dick inside my pussy.

“Fuck!” he uttered. I could feel the slight pain when he entered me inside, but pleasure immediately followed as soon as he rocks me over and over again.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he whisper