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I have other plans. This is aboutme, not him. And I moan with pleasure, not hiding it, as I rub myself on his cock, getting it slick.
Archer’s gaze says it all. His head is raised above the pillow as he watches my pussy lick his cock, my hips moving in slow waves. His hungry eyes trail up my body and breasts, then meet my eyes. His are blazing. His beautiful lips are parted. He is not smirking this time—he is fucking me with his eyes.
“Sit on my cock,” he asks softer this time, his voice raspy.
He needs this as much as I do. I rub myself against his cock a couple more times, then bring his tip to my entrance and sink onto it slowly.
Both our mouths part at the sensation. I am so horny I could come in seconds if I did my usual trick.
But I want to see Archer enjoy it. To know that he wants me. Wants more. And maybe if I teach him a lesson, the next time we need a release, he won’t be dancing around.
It’s just sex. As long as we keep this private, we are good.
I slide almost all the way to his tip, then sink again, closing my eyes at the feeling of him filling me up.
I ride him carefully. For all I know, this might be our only time together. He might be a one-night kinda guy. Hit and run. That would be a pity because his cock is perfect and feels amazing.
I want to find out what he is like in bed. Tonight, I take what I want. But I’d like to know what Mr. Chancellor is like when he lets go with a woman. If that even happens.
I glide my hands up his torso as I ride him slowly, in and out, softly and methodically. I reach his nipples and run my fingers over them, his muscles flexing as I do so.
He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t make a sound. But his eyes are furnaces, burning me, and his hands slightly pull at the chains.
Even in bed, Archer tries to be in control.
“How does it feel to ride my cock, kitten?” he asks.
“Not bad,” I answer, sinking into him for confirmation.
His eyes sparkle with momentary disappointment.
Did he want praise? Not happening. His arrogance can stay where it is—with him.
“Uncuff me,” he says, his eyes flashing with anticipation. “I’ll show you better than not bad. Maybe you haven’t had a man fuck you properly.”
I smile and keep riding him, not breaking eye contact, gliding my hands along his V-cut.
Fuck me properly…
Ah, that’s the thing with guys. They think they can bang away at you and that makes them the best fuck of your life.
The thing about sex is that it’s just sex if there is no connection. An orgasm is a physical reaction that can be achieved with proper friction in a matter of seconds.
A guy who knows how to handle a woman’s body—that’sa bonus. And when there is chemistry—well, that’s a whole different story.
Archer thinks I am grateful for being with him. Well, he can think more about it later when I am done with him.
“Uncuff me,” he demands again.
There you go—a guy wanting to fuck meproperly.
I smile as I start riding him faster, bring my hand between my legs, and rub my clit.
Heat washes over me at the touch. I lean over and kiss him.
God, he is an amazing kisser. Another perfect thing about him. He lifts his head to deepen his kiss, but I pull away, noticing a hint of disappointment cross his face.
“You are a good ride, Archer,” I say, teasing his ego, fucking him, and rubbing myself, feeling the climax building up.
