Sara’s POV

"Sara," he begged, his voice strained with need. "Please, baby. I need your mouth on me. Now."

I didn't hesitate. Lowering my head, I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and sucked gently. Archer's breath hitched, his fingers tangling in my hair as he held me close.

I could only take a few inches at a time, my mouth stretched wide around his thick shaft. But I worked him with my tongue, swirling it around the sensitive head before sliding back down to the base.

Archer groaned, his hips rocking forward to meet my mouth. "Fuck, Sara," he panted. "Your mouth feels so good."

I...