She scoots to the edge of the bed, and she looks over at the bullet still vibrating beside us. She picks it up, and I narrow my eyes at her.
I used toys on my ex, sure. But I’ve never had someone use a toy onme.
She holds it in her hand and runs it over the tip of my cock, and the feeling is so…different. Overwhelming, but in a good way. She traces it down my shaft, and it’s a completely new feeling, an intense and unexpected sort of stimulation. She drags it back up and around the crown of my cock again before she runs it down and pulls it away, replacing it with her mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” I curse as she sucks on the head. I set both my hands on the back of her head as she takes me deeper, as deep as she can, and I hold her head there for a few beats before I let go. “Fuck, that’s good, baby. Do it again,” I say.
She does, and she swirls her tongue around as she does. When she pulls back, she drops me out of her mouth so she can talk. “Oh, God, Archer, you taste so good,” she moans before taking me back in her mouth like she can’t get enough of me.
Her enthusiasm is the hottest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen. She’s focused on my cock, licking and sucking, taking me in and pulling back, giving more when she hears my growls of praise.
“Jesus, you’re good at this,” I grunt. “I fucking love watching you take my cock all the way back.”
She hums against me, clearly loving my approval, so I keep going.
“You’re so beautiful when you suck my cock.”
She sucks even harder, and it hits me hard and fast.
I tip my head back and close my eyes as I feel the waves of pleasure start to bear down on me, and that’s when I feel it.
The bullet, right there behind my balls, pressing and vibrating while she takes me as deep into her mouth as she can.
Holy fuck.
I fucking explode, long streams of cum pulsing into her mouth over and over to the symphony of a long, low moan. It feels like it goes on and on, and she’s with me step for step, taking every last drop of cum I have to give, sucking it all down. When the pulses slow and I’m left wrung out and dry, she pulls the bullet away and licks the head of my sensitive cock clean before she lets go of me and leans back on her elbows, a smug smile on her face that clearly saysoh yeah, I did that.
Fuck yeah, she did.
CHAPTER 9: Millie Monroe
Are There Roosters in Paradise
We fall asleep after that.
Or pass out. I’m not really sure. I’m disoriented from the sex that felt like more than just a fling.
I’d love to stay up and get to know him better all damn night, but I’m in this haze of total pleasure, and I can’t keep my eyes open another second.
I’m fast asleep when I hear an annoying rooster crowing over and over.
Are there roosters in paradise?
I didn’t think so, but why do I hear one?
Somewhere through the crowing, reality seeps its way through.
That’s not a rooster.
Shit!
I leap out of bed and run into the living room to stop the sound of my phonealarm.
I need to be at sunset yoga in…shit! Ten minutes. I was planning to roll out of bed, put on some yoga pants and a sports bra, and head down. I’m barely going to have time to get back to my room to pee, let alone change clothes.
My clothes are strewn all over this suite. I find my bra and jeans where I first took them off, but my shirt and panties are in the bathroom.
Archer doesn’t stir in the bed as I move around quietly. I’ll slip out, do yoga, meet with the manager, and be back before he even gets up.
