She groaned as he moved between her legs. His mouth immediately zeroed in on her clit, his tongue moving with such light flicks she could barely feel it. She cried out, trying to grab him, wanting to push him closer. Wanting him to stop teasing her.
“Uh-uh, what did we say about moving your hands?” Issy barked.
Oh shit.
“Sorry.”
Issy shook his head, although there was a twinkle in his eyes. Archer pulled away from her pussy, causing her to moan out a protest. She needed to come.
“Undo the bindings, I’ll hold her legs while you punish her,” Issy told him. “What would you like? Paddle? Strap? Crop?”
“Crop,” Archer answered. Issy handed him a riding crop from that same drawer. Was that thing like a gateway to Narnia? How much could it hold?
Wait. Crop? Holy hell.
Then Issy raised her legs up, pressing them against her stomach, his arm under her knees. It put her ass completely on display. She had to clench around the anal plug.
“Don’t you lose that, love,” Archer warned as he ran the base of the crop over her ass lightly.
Then he tapped it against her bottom. Okay, that wasn’t as bad as she expected. The next smack of the crop was slightly harder. It stung but nothing like she’d built it up in her head. He lay down smack after smack, increasing the burn until her body was trembling, her ass on fire but she’d experienced harder spankings over Issy’s knee.
When he was finished, he dropped onto his seat and started licking her pussy. Issy still held her legs. It was insane. And oh, so hot. She felt her orgasm rush up.
“Please! Please can I come?”
“Come, girl,” Doc growled at her. “Come hard.”
Archer made a growl of agreement and she immediately fell over the edge, her release rocking her body as she screamed with pleasure.
“Fuck yes.”
Doc let go of her legs and Archer moved his mouth from her pussy, putting her feet back into the stirrups.
“Damn, you taste good, love,” he told her.
She heard a crinkling noise and glanced over to find that Issy was now naked and rolling a condom over his thick erection. Archer slid out of the way as Issy moved between her legs. He grasped hold of her hips. “Ready for this?”
“Please!” She was dying to feel him take her. He grasped hold of his cock, pressing it slowly into her pussy. She cried out as he filled her. He was slow but relentless, his shaft thick and delicious.
Finally. Finally.
There was movement beside her and she turned her head to find Archer stripping off. She hungrily ate up at the sight of him. He had a slighter build than Issy, but was taller.
And his cock was thick. Gorgeous.
He grasped hold of the shaft, running his hand back and forth.
“Jesus, man, she likes watching you do that. She just clenched down on me so fucking tight.” Issy sounded like he was in pain.
“You feel so good, Caley. So fucking good.” He leaned over her, brushing his lips against her. She smiled up at him as he stood up and thrust deep once more.
Archer moved closer and she licked her lips as his dick came into her eye line.
“Want a taste, love?”
“Oh, yes please.”
“Open up then.”