Tame Me by Jayda Marx

Chapter Eleven

Evan

Archie locked the door and I couldn’t wait a moment longer. I kissed him with such passion and urgency that he stumbled and thumped his back against the wood of the door. I worried that I’d startled him, but before I could pull back and ask if he was okay, Archie gripped the flesh of my ass and pulled me closer.

I hissed into his mouth when my hard cock pressed into his stomach. The heat of his body seeped in through the fabric of my clothes and warmed my skin, but it wasn’t good enough. I wanted to feel his flesh on mine.

I stripped off his jumper, being careful of his delicate necklace. It looked so beautiful perched upon his pale skin. Archie wasn’t as gentle when he ripped off my own shirt. I’d never seen him so worked up and it lit my blood on fire.

We pawed at the button of one another’s jeans, finally working them free and shoving the denim to our feet. We kicked and stumbled until our shoes and clothing were strewn across the floor.

I hungrily growled at the view of my sexy mate. He was so fucking perfect with his small frame and fiery curls on his head and around his cock; the perfect blend of innocence and sin.

The words, “I want you,” were barely past Archie’s lips when I lifted him from the ground. He wrapped his legs around my waist and I devoured his mouth as I carried him to our bedroom. Sugar danced on his tongue from all of the treats he ate, but it couldn’t compare to his natural sweet flavor. I needed more.

I rested him on the mattress and requested, “Roll over onto your hands and knees.” Archie did as I asked, displaying his perfect little ass in the air. I wasted no time digging in.

I pressed my tongue to his pink pucker and lapped up his earthy musk. Archie writhed and moaned, clenching the blanket in his fist as I ate his ass without restraint. I slipped the tip of my tongue past his tight ring and licked his walls as I closed my lips and sucked. Archie pushed backwards, fucking himself on my tongue and chanting my name.

I could blow just from seeing his pleasure and tasting his essence, but I needed to take him; to share his body and my love.

My arm stretched to open the nightstand drawer and retrieve the bottle of lube inside. I popped the cap and poured the liquid over the length of my cock before removing my tongue from Archie. He whimpered and rocked back again, begging for more.

I quickly positioned myself on my knees behind him and lined up the tip of my cock with his pulsing hole. I pressed forward, moaning as I watched his ring of muscle stretch open to take my girth. His body welcomed me inside and ate every inch of my fat cock until our balls brushed together.

“Please, Evan,” Archie begged in a desperate voice as his body quaked with need. I pulled my hips back and buried myself in his tight heat once more. His walls hugged me like a glove, perfectly gripping and milking my hot flesh.

I fell into a steady rhythm, pounding his tight little hole as Archie cried my name into the mattress. He pushed back when I pushed forward, meeting together in a flesh-slapping, ball-bouncing fit of passion.

I gripped his hips and pounded into him. I’d never been this voracious, but my mate loved it. He screamed out his pleasure and demanded for me not to stop until his words went silent and his body went still. An airy gasp left him as he spilled his seed onto the blanket beneath him.

His asshole pulsed around my cock as he came, making my eyes roll back in my head. Ecstasy bloomed across every nerve and I sank my cock inside him as I grunted his name. My flesh swelled and filled his channel with warm cum.

I traced my hands up and down his back to soothe him as he caught his breath. “That was amazing,” he panted, looking over his shoulder at me. “You make me feel so good, Evan.”

“So do you; in every way.”

Archie rested his face against the mattress and I gently pulled my cock from his body. I retrieved a warm cloth and cleansed his hole and thighs, where my seed had trickled out of him. I also scrubbed his puddle from the blanket before we climbed into bed and snuggled beneath it.

“This was the most incredible day,” Archie said through a wide yawn.

“Every day is perfect when I’m with you, wee one.” He smiled and burrowed deeper into my hold. I lifted the corner of the covers and asked, “Do you want me to wrap you up?”

“Just in your arms.”

I chuckled and squeezed him tightly against me. It wouldn’t be long until he made a cocoon while he slept, but I would gladly feel his soft skin against mine as long as he wanted. I kissed his wild hair and told him, “I love you, Archie. I always will.”

“I love you too, Evan.” I smiled as I listened to his breathing grow slow and deep until my little fox slumbered in my arms.