Sara’s POV

I shivered at his words, already feeling myself getting wet again in anticipation of what was to come. Archer crawled back up my body, pressing a deep, sensual kiss to my lips.

"I want to feel your mouth on me too," he murmured against my mouth. "I want to fuck your pretty little face until I come down your throat."

I moaned at the thought, my hand immediately moving to his rock-hard cock. I stroked him slowly, feeling him throb in my grip.

"Please, baby," I whispered, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "I want to taste you too. I want you to fuck my mouth until...