“Uncuff me,” he repeats impatiently.
Awe, Big Dick is getting restless.
Nah, he needs to learn that men get fucked just like women do.
So I focus on myself. I rub my clit. I ride his cock at the pace that’s perfect forme. This physical release is a necessity. I wipe away any thoughts and just sink into the sensation.
One minute and I am moaning, pushing myself onto his hardness until the heat inside me bursts into flames, and I ride it out until the orgasm subsides.
When I slow down and open my eyes, Archer stares at me in what seems like awe.
“Don’t stop,” he whispers in a strained voice, bucking his hips, trying to get me to move.
He didn’t come yet, but I have no intention of going on.
I ease him out of me, his cock soaked with my cum, and his expression shifts into a slight confusion.
“That was great,” I say on an exhale as I slowly crawl off the bed.
He chuckles. A little frown forms between his brows. “We are not done, kitten.”
“Oh, yeah?”
I think he senses what’s coming next— a little frown between his beautiful brows deepens—yeah, he does.
I smile, crack my neck, and raise my brows in feigned surprise as I pick up my clothes off the floor. “Oh, I am done for now.”
His expression—priceless!
Imagine if women’s vaginas were closed unless they were turned on and shut again after orgasming like guys’ dicks go soft. Men would be screwed. It truly would be devastating for them, and probably for the survival of the species. The thought is a mindfuck. Men simply don’t understand that women’s sexual behavior very often is a favor to them.
And this beautiful dick starts understanding it too.
“Don’t you fucking dare leave,” Archer warns, anger etching his voice as he yanks at the cuffs.
I wish I could take a picture of him.
He is splayed naked on his bed, save for the jeans pulled down to his thighs. His cock juts up in the air like a sword. Arms spread.
A beautiful starfish.
I flash a cute smile his way.
“Thank you for the invite,” I say sweetly and sashay toward the doorway, clothes in my hand, letting him enjoy the view of my bare ass as I leave.
Except, I have more plans for tonight.
And the first part of it was a success—leaving the beautiful prick hanging. Or, to be exact, hard, naked, and cuffed to his own bed.
25
ARCHER
Are you kidding me?
I watch Kat disappear out the doorway, and I can’t fucking believe this creature. This is the second time she left me in the middle of it.
What.