Finally, he said, “Now.”
Gripping my cheeks, I pulled them apart, hissing slightly when the liquid filled my crack and brushed over my hole.
“I love seeing you wet for me,” he said, mesmerized, and drizzled even more right against my hole.
My dick jerked, nearly punching through the blankets it was pinned against, and I squirmed.
The only sound in the room was the howling wind outside and the pattering of the sleet against the roof. Inside, everything was still and quiet except for my panting breath as Archer stared at my hole until I started twitching.
Only then did he lay his thumb against it to draw circles around the lax rim.
“More,” I whispered. “Please, Archer.”
His thumb pushed inside, popping through the outer ring and making a squelching sound around all the lube.
Archer leaned down and kissed my ass while working his thumb in and out of my body.
When at last I thought I couldn’t take any more, he pulled back. “Roll over and look at me.”
On my back, I gazed up at him with lust-drenched eyes and wrapped my palm around my leaking shaft. As he stood on his knees between my legs, his eyes followed the movement, the tip of his tongue darting out at the sight. Before he could get to it, I pushed into a sitting position and slid my warm mouth over his dick.
He let out a moan that echoed through the rafters, and I pulled back and did it again before settling into a steady rhythm while hollowing my cheeks around his girth.
Not much later, his fingers dug into my shoulder and forced me off. I stared up at him, dick-drunk from his flavor and licking my lips.
“On your back.”
I dropped immediately, and he lifted my leg to drape it over his shoulder. The other he pushed wide and then squirted more lube on his twitching rod.
I thought he might push right in, but Archer was a considerate lover, instead fondling my sack before dragging down my taint and pushing in a thick finger to check how ready I was. My eyes fluttered closed, and he added another, making me sigh.
“I think you’re ready,” he said, voice strained.
“Get inside me, Archer.”
His hand pulled back, replaced with his slick, bulbous head. My breath caught, and he paused. “Breathe, baby.”
I exhaled, and he pushed in, the intrusion the perfect stretch.
Both of us groaned.
“That’s right. Moan for me. Let me hear all those sounds.”
His pelvis met my body, and he lowered my leg so he could drape himself over me and take my lips in a long, slow kiss.
The entire time, my body stretched and burned while his pulsed with impatience. Finally, he rose above me and pulled out before slamming back in.
“Yes!” I yelled, knowing no one could hear us and he liked it when I was loud.
He grunted and did it again. My fingers dug into his arms and then curled around his back as he started hammering into me. My eyes rolled back in my head as I moaned and panted, reaching between us to pinch his nipple and make him moan.
Archer wrapped his hand around my dick and pumped to the rhythm with which he fucked, and pleasure stole all other senses.
“Come for me, baby. Show me how much you love my dick.”
With one well-aimed thrust against my prostate and tight squeeze of his hand, I stood no chance. I erupted in ecstasy, thickropes of white shooting out of me with so much force that it splattered my chin and splashed onto my chest.
“Yes,” he said, watching as I burst all over myself and his hand. “That is so fucking hot.”
