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“Fuck,” I whispered. I released his erection for a moment – just long enough to wriggle my pants and underwear down over my hips.
I reached for Archie’s cock again, but he moved away from my grasp. He fell to his knees before me, and with a forceful movement dragged my clothing further down until it was a rumpled heap around my ankles. His hands slid reverently up my thighs, his long green fingers splaying across my hips. One of his thumbs brushed inward, bumping my clit and making me shudder.
A long, brutal breath tore out of him as he moved his thumb further back.
“So wet,” he ground out, his eyes glued to the juncture of my thighs. He slid the wonderfully rough pad of his thumb back and forth, back and forth, spreading wetness from my entrance to my clit. I squirmed under the murderously slow onslaught.
And I wasn’t proud of it, but I actually fucking whined.
“Please” I choked out. “Unlike you, I can’t start coming just from someone saying ‘I love you!’ I need more!”
My hips bucked needily against his hand. His green eyes flashed to mine, narrowed to emerald slits.
“Good,” he growled. “Because I need more, too.”
His head dove inward, and my eyes rolled back. I stumbled back slightly until I collided with the smooth, cool wall, the temperature a shocking contrast to Archie’s heat at my front.
His nose dragged through my dark curls before shifting upward, allowing his tongue access to my clit. When his tongue found the sensitive nub, I arched and cried out. Archie moaned in response, the sound vibrating along my entire groin, adding to the sensations.
If I hadn’t already loved him before, I would have fallen head over heels in that moment.
Because Archie didn’t just lick. That orcate.
My fingers tangled in his hair, loosening his braid. My head lolled back against the wall and my eyes scrunched shut as Archie feasted on my pussy. He swirled his tongue around my clit, over and over, until I was a trembling mess. Then, when I thought I would totally come undone, he shifted, his tongue entering me. His tongue was longer than I’d realized, slicking upwards, curling against every inner point of pleasure. His tusks pressed into the soft flesh on either side of my entrance, as if caging in all the pleasure. Keeping it focused on my pulsing cunt around his tongue.
When his thumb came back up to slide over my glistening clit, I finally did come undone, convulsing around his tongue and squeezing his scalp with desperate fingers. Pleasure rocketed through my pelvis, making me grind my hips with abandon, riding his tongue and bucking against his thumb. Archie groaned, long and low and needy, and the sound vibrated up all the way inside me, making me clench again and again.
“Mmph!” Archie’s tongue stilled for a moment, his breath hard against my slick flesh as his fingers tightened on me. A sudden tickle of wet heat on the front of my legs had my eyes flying open.
Archie withdrew, his gorgeous face shining and wet. He leaned back on his heels, gripping the base bulge of his cock as the tip jettisoned rope after rope of shimmering white come.
I looked down at myself, realizing that was what I’d felt on my legs. The hot spurts of his orgasm.Oh my God. He wasn’t even jerking himself off. No, both his hands had been on me that whole time.
Which meant he’d come solely from eating me out. He’d come, completely untouched, from my pleasure.
And holy shit, he wasstill coming. His eyes fell closed, his mouth slack as seed continued to pulse explosively out of him. I watched in lurid fascination, my pussy squeezing, as his fist massaged that big thick bulge. His dark balls contracted upwards with every spurt, throbbing in time to his pleasure. His shaft jerked and he moaned deeply, rolling his powerful hips against his own grip.
He cracked his eyes open to find me watching him.
“You’re a vision like this, Maggie. Staring at my cock and all it offers you with such need in your eyes.”
I whimpered and bit my lip, unable to tear my eyes away.
Finally, the spurting slowed, his cock twitching to stillness, the bulges softening.
Not a moment too soon, either. Poor guy was about to get seriously dehydrated, judging by the enormous puddle between us.
“I am telling you right now that I am not cleaning that up,” I said with a weak laugh.
Archie got to his feet, wobbling for a moment before regaining the strength in his legs.
“I wouldn’t dream of asking you. Next time, though, I hope there may be a little less to mop up. Because some of it will be inside you.”
I flushed, watching him as he smirked and turned away to get dressed. I was about to do the same when I realized just how soaked my pants and underwear had gotten from Mr. Geyser over there.
Somehow, his clothes had escaped completely unscathed. Or, unspurted.
Figures.
