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His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, studying them.

I love being naked, love my body, and am never shy in front of a guy. A guy of my choosing, that is.

I run my hands along my hair, down to my breasts, along their curves—Archer’s eyes following my movements. His hips move just slightly—he is hard as hell.

My hands glide down my hips, thumbs hooking behind my red g-string and tugging it down. It’s soaked. And the intensity of Archer’s gaze as he finally gets a view of my bare pussy makes me even more turned on.

Slowly, I crawl onto the bed and straddle him.

“You like what you see?” I repeat his words from the day on the beach.

“Yes, kitten.”

Kitten?

Cocky. Even cuffed.

He lifts his hips, letting me unzip him and slide his jeans and boxer briefs down his hips, just below his cock that springs out.

This guy is perfect everywhere.

I stare at his cock in utter amazement. Not too long but thick. Perfect. Smooth. I’ve touched him before but never got a chance to actually see it. This. Artwork.

People have preferences. I really don’t care how big a guy is—guys are more concerned in that department than women.

But Archer is perfection, the dusting around his smooth cock—an immaculate landscape.

I want to take him in my mouth. But the desire to tease him is stronger. I pull his jeans farther down and leave them around his thighs—that will do—then glance up to meet his eyes.

There’s that satisfied smile on his face—like he knows he looks good. I bring my hand to his cock and give it a slow stroke, his lips parting just slightly as I do.

“I like you naked,” I say softly, stroking his length and circling his tip.

I like seeing his body tense up at my touch. His hips buck just a tiny bit, pushing his cock into my hand. He is leaking precum already, and I smile, smearing it over his tip.

Yeah, he is so ready.

“Impatient, aren’t we?” I drawl, playing with him.

He doesn’t respond, but another stroke and his cock twitches, his hips bucking more.

Straddling him, I move up and bring my pussy to his cock, pushing my hips up to let my clit slide up his length, my other palm pressing onto his abdomen.

He hisses through his teeth, but I don’t look at him. I am fixated on the view of his cock and my pussy reaching its head, my clit meeting his slit and moving back down, leaving a shiny wet trail. I hold his cock at the tip and rub myself back and forth against his length, enjoying the burning sensation where our flesh meets.

I like watching and the slow erotic action, which doesn’t happen often. Men are so simplistic in their needs and usually lack imagination.

This guy is too perfect to let him ruin my fantasies by letting him fuck me in two minutes and be done with it. With him being cuffed, I can take my time. And I would’ve taken even longer—a whole night—if I didn’t need a release so badly.

I keep rubbing myself against his hard length, sinking even lower and pressing tight against his balls.

A grunt escapes him as he lifts his hips off the bed and into me.

“You are too quiet,” I tease him, watching myself grind against him, my hand still wrapped around his cock like I’m holding a joystick.

“Speechless, kitten,” he whispers. I glance up to see him smile at me. “Suck it.”

“Restrained but still demanding,” I murmur with a smile.


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