Chapter Three: Claimed and Ruined

~ Rose~

He pressed further, rubbing my clit in slow circles, but his eyes, fuck, those prefect blue eyes stayed locked on mine.

My chest was rising and falling, hard and fast like every control I had was slipping away.

“Is this what you do at night when you moan my name?” His finger caught the tip of my swollen tits. “Touch yourself like this and pretend it’s me?”

My chest jerked helplessly against his hand. “Please stop.”

“Uh-“ he groaned.

“I can’t hear you, Rose.” His fist cupped one of my tits and squeezed, hard, fucking hard, I moaned louder.

“Tell me to stop. Say it like you mean, Rose and I’ll walk away.”

I opened my mouth but before I could make out a word, his fingers pressed further, pushing pass my soaked panties.

And again.

I cried out.

“Oh god. Oh god.”

Then he slid one finger in, slow and deep like he was reaching for my breaking point.

My hips arched further into him, my toes curled off the floor.

I whimpered as he pushed another finger inside me, thrusting in and out, while his other hands moved, cupping my swollen tits in between his teeth.

Then he bite it.

Fuck.

I folded in seconds.

He didn’t pinch or squeeze. He fucking bite me

My tits hurt, my eyes watered but holy fuck— I loved it.

I was whimpering, holding onto him like he was my savior and I needed his redemption.

I didn’t even realized how much I was shaking until I was completely folded under him, until I was moaning so loud, I bet half the block could hear.

“Say the word, Rose.” He whispered against the back of my ear. “Beg me to stop, beg me to turn around right now and never look back. Because if you don’t—“

He curled his finger deeper.

“If you don’t, Rose. I swear, I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll be dripping my cum for days.”

My breath caught.

“Please Archer.”

“Please what?”

I moaned. “Please, I want you… I’ve always wanted you ever since I stepped foot in this house. I wanted your hands on me, Archer. I want your cock splitting me apart.”

I kept begging but his fingers didn’t stop curling inside me. And without pulling out, his other hand flipped me over in seconds.

My skirt flew over my ass. The cold kissed my coated pussy, my juices were all over the place, the luxury couch, the floor, Archer’s fingers.

Then he unzipped his pants and the second his cock spilled free, my whole body jerked.

It was huge… scary, enormous, like nothing I’d ever seen. The head alone was pure pink with thick green veins trailing down to the shaft. seven fucking inches of a cock.

“you gonna fucking take it like a good girl?” He growled, teeth scraped against my neck. “You're gonna take every cum like a little desperate slut.”

“Yes— please— I will take it— please— fuck me, Archer.”

“I’m not satisfied yet.”

He laughed.

Dark.

Dangerous.

Then he held up his cock and cracked it against my entrance.

“Fuck.” I screamed.

My whole body folded, my knees weakened and my toes curled off the floor but his hand gripped my hips so tight I knew I’d have bruises later.

“Louder flower.” He rasped, his other hand gripped my throat, pulling my head back, my spine was literally angled as an S. “What am I gonna do with you now, baby?”

He cracked his cock against my pussy again.

And I cried out.

Another crack.

And another.

And another.

“FUCK ME ARCHER— PLEASE—PLEASE— I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE.”

Those words ripped through me like my soul leaving my body.

And he groaned.

Right in my ears.

Right before his cock slammed so deep inside me, I bit into the damn couch.

My whole body clenched.

My eyes rolled back so hard, I nearly cracked a nerve.

I was seeing stars and white.

My pussy was already far too gone, it was red, swollen, ruined.

And Archer? He just tilted his head and smiled. A smile so dark, you could clearly tell he wasn’t done. No, he hasn’t even started.

The slaps of hips against my ass echoed throughout the living room like thunder, my pussy kept making squelching sounds with every brutal thrust.

Squish— squish— squish.

He fist his hand into my hair and yanked my ponytail towards him, my neck arched, spit already leaking from the corners of my mouth.

“Fucking hell Rose.” He snarled, slamming in deeper, my hands clawed at the sheets and ripped some pieces off. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this. How long I’ve watched you, listen to you moan my name in your sleep day after day while I’m there, half across the hall imagining what my cock would feel like deep in your pussy.”

He slammed in again and my voice cracked.

He was hitting that spot.

That g- shot.

And it made my thighs shake uncontrollably.

“Fuck— Archer— I’m so sorry— I tried to stop— to stop thinking about you— but I couldn’t— I just couldn’t”

I was crying.

Moaning.

Babbling nonsense.

Because it was too good, the way my pussy soaked up his cock, the way he rolled his hips, pulled out completely, drove in again and held it there.

Just right there.

My pussy fucking loved it.

“You’re gonna take my cum now” he groaned, sweat beading from his face and landing on my back.

I nodded.

And with just one hand, he grabbed my wrist and yanked them behind my back, pinning them like it was nothing.

His other hand pressed my face into the couch and fuck i was sobbing beneath him, begging with all I got. I felt the pressure building at the base of his cock, swelling thicker, stretching until it got to the tip.

My body tensed.

I was screaming his name over and over

My eyes rolled so hard, I was seeing nothing but white.

And just like that.

He blasted into me, every drop of his seed, hot, unrestrained. The cum was so massive, it was gushing out of me, soaking his cock, my thighs, the couch.

My stomach ached with how full it was.

I couldn’t breathe.

Couldn’t move.

Couldn’t stop clenching.

And that was when I heard it, like it was dragged right from the deepest part of his soul.

“I love you.” He whimpered, voice barely audible. “I’ve always loved you, Rose Marshel.”