Anne Archer Hot Novels & Stories

Right now, it feels like he’s letting me into his mind, and I think being in his mind might be one of the sexiest things ever. When I open my eyes again, Archer’s watching me, looking between my thighs like if he stared long enough, he could hold my hand for me to do as he demands. Lucky for him—and me—I don’t tease any longer. I circle my clit, my hips slightly bucking off the tile because it feels far better than I was expecting. I know it’s only because of the way he watches me with pure need. That mixed with watching him stroke himself is one of the hottest moments of my life.

Archer { Continuation} " I'm sorry baby. I lost control there for a moment. " It's fine, I think the bath isn't helping anymore, I'm feeling hot again ." She places her head in her palm. I stand up to help her out of the bath her legs shaking as of I'd already fucked her. I groan as I think of all the wicked things I wanted to do with her, I lift her and she wraps her small hands around my neck as she whispers" Archer I need you, please.

I arrange my hair as much as I can, wash my mouth and my face, and then step into the room. Archer is awake, with his hands folded behind his head and the sheets down to his waist. He looks like a sex god, and his muscles are a work of art, from his arms to his chest to his eight-pack and the V on his waist. Sweet Jesus, I could look at him all day. “Are you planning to join me back in bed?” His voice sounds husky. I swallow as I walk to the bed and take off my shirt. Archer rises up and takes off the sheets, leaving him bare with his beautiful erection. He reaches for me as I take off my shirt and kick it away.

a playing mood. Archer takes a good look at me before shrugging. He throws the ball back to the others and snatches his bag from the floor. "Let's get something to drink then.“ He tries to touch me during our little walk to the store. I walk a distance. "Have you seen Ander?" I don't know why he's asking me that question so I shake my head no. “I'm just resuming. He goes here?" We stop at some snack shop. Archer orders a coke for himself and nothing for me. Not like I'd even be able to put anything in my system. “What's your major?"

Feeling fed up, she quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and rushed out of the car, leaving Edward still wearing a smile on his lips. Typical woman. We'll see about that. Don't call my name, Edward, if you can't conquer your heart, Chloe Arley. ***

He has an athletic build, and he is 6'1 feet tall. Is there anything else a woman wants? Besides the perfect-looking Archer? If I could choose, of course, I would pick him over Xander. At least, that's what I thought before I walked into this luxurious mansion. But that thought was devastated, crumbling apart when I saw two girls sitting and giggling in his living room, drinking a glass of wine, and they were topless, their breasts hanging around to the left and right. What the hell happened here? Are these girls come from prehistoric times that they have no shame wandering around the house without wearing a bra or at least a t-shirt?