Though Archer was the vision of confidence, I felt the sweating start as soon as we walked into the hotel.
"Just act like we're here on business," Archer whispered and pulled me into his office, locking the door. "Which technically we are. In exchange for winning me the convention center," he said, kissing me, "you, Hazel, are entitled to have me eat you out until my jaw locks."
He pushed me back onto the couch, pulling down my pants and burying his face in the wet pink flesh. I cursed as he licked me slowly. He sucked on my clit then back to my opening, trailing his tongue between the two.
"Stop teasing," I whimpered.
He slipped two fingers in my opening. I was slick and hot for his cock.
"I want to enjoy this," Archer said. "I have to make up for lost time."
"I was barely gone for two days."
"Two days too long," he said, his voice slightly muffled. I spread my legs wider and arched up into his mouth.
"I need you to fuck me, Archer," I begged. He moved back, his fingers still stroking me. I heard a condom pack rip open.
Thank fucking God.
"Fuck, I love you, Hazel," he said, pushing into me. I groaned when his large cock filled me.
"You feel so good," he said in my ear. I couldn't speak. My words came out in little garbles of curse words and moans. His fingers worked my clit as he fucked me, his large cock feeling so good as he slid in and out.
"Harder," I gasped. Archer flipped me around and put one hand on my hip. The other tangled in my hair. Then he rabbit fucked me, his balls slapping my ass. Archer slapped a hand over my mouth to muffle the scream as I came.
"I swear," Archer said, "forbidden office sex is the best sex."
We held each other for a moment.
"Okay," Archer said, "now we have to go to Ida's."
"Why?"
"I promised you I would eat you out until my jaw locked then make you pizza rolls."
* * *
"The dream team is back,"Ida said when we walked in. Archer waved and went to the frozen-food section.
"People are very upset to hear that there won't be any more sandwiches," Ida informed me. "You should rethink your move to Seattle."
"Oh I—"
Archer came over with sandwiches and a bag of frozen pizza rolls.
"What's with the pizza rolls?"
"They're part of her reward," Archer said, "for winning."
"Your reward was pizza rolls?" Ida asked me. "You'd better get something better from that man."
"I mean that was a partial reward…"
Ida gave me a knowing smile. "You get it, girl!" she hollered, giving me a fist bump.
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