"These are actually a bit more of a barrier than they look," he said. "You're trying to block me from my goal." He ripped the edible panties off with his teeth in one motion. Then his fingers stroked me.
"Let me make it up to you," I said, my voice sounding throaty. Archer teased me with his cock, sliding it in my silky wetness. I moaned as he ran his cock along my slit, teasing my clit. I ground back against him. My legs felt shaky. His hand was back, stroking my pussy. I heard him rip a condom open with his teeth. He pulled my head back and kissed me.
"I'm going to make you feel good," he said against my mouth, letting me kiss the sweetness on him.
"I thought you were going to punish me," I whispered. He slapped me lightly on the ass.
"There," he said. "Now for the makeup sex."
I gripped the easel and cried out as he entered me. The thrusts were powerful. He gripped my hips, and I moaned, arching my back.
"You're such a bad little painter," he said, his voice low in my ear as he fucked me.
"Harder!" I begged him. My breath came out in high-pitched moaning gasps as he pounded into me. His pure desire was almost shocking. That I could make a man like Archer come undone was intoxicating. His balls slapped my ass with every thrust. His fingers stroked and teased my clit. I moaned, the feel of his huge cock in my pussy making me gasp and grind back against him.
"You do like it when I fuck that tight little pussy with my cock, don't you?" Archer growled in my ear. All I could offer in response was unintelligible begging for him to make me come. A few more thrusts from him, and I crashed over the edge, pleasure flooding my entire body. I moaned softly as he continued to fuck me, drawing out the orgasm.
Archer came with a curse. His mouth buried in my hair. "That was a nice surprise," he said. "Now I have one of my own."
"Oh yeah?"
"Pack your stuff, Hazel, because we are going to my hotel for the next week to, oh, forever, because once you have Archer Svensson in one of Archer Svensson's hotels, you will not want to come back to this death-trap building with the creepy little bedroom closet."
"I can't move into your hotel!" I protested.
"Too late. I already have the presidential suite booked for us."
I put my hands on my hips.
"Hazel, do it for the good of the conference center. Why won't anyonepleasethink of the conference center? Besides, you can't live here while the judges are in town. There're going to be people here cooking, and the judges will come visit for the gallery walk. It looks bad if you're living here."
Archer could tell I was wavering, and he upped the ante. "I'll feed you breakfast in a real bed surrounded by yards of open floor. The bathroom is bigger than Ida's dildo. It hasreally hardwater pressure."
"You are so dramatic," I huffed. "Fine. I will stay with you in your hotelonlyuntilthe judges leave."
He dragged me to him, kissing me. "Now we need to celebrate with a snack."
I looked at him askance as Archer picked up the scraps of the edible underwear and took a bite.
"I can make you a sandwich," I said hesitantly.
"It's delicious," Archer said as he helped me pack, and by helped, I meant he started emptying out drawers of stuff into several large Louis Vuitton suitcases he had brought with him and set near the stairs.
"This seems highly unnecessary," I said.
"Says the person who made her own edible underwear," Archer countered, still munching on it.
"I can't believe you're eating that," I said, making a face.
He looked offended. "Of course I'm eating it! That slight hint of pussy really makes it meow!" He pulled me in for another kiss. "Don't make that face, Hazel. It's organic!"
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"Come to my hotel so I can make you come in my hotel," I told Hazel as we finished packing the clothes and other accessories she would need for the next week.
I loaded the bags into the car. "Have you ever been to one of my hotels?"
