Page 1 of Boo-ty Calls
One
Sloane
Looking over my shoulder, I see Archer standing in the shadows of the doorway. His joggers are lowered, and his minuscule dick hardens to its full four-inch length.
Archer’s heated gaze lingers on me while I ride the dildo strapped to the pillow. He’s been watching me for thirty minutes as I play with myself. I did grant him permission earlier to come look after we finished our show.
Leaning forward to grip the headboard, I grind on the silicone dick and hang my head back as it fills me.
I’m not getting any closer to coming and sigh out of frustration. Raising, I get off the toy and flip onto all fours before crawling to the edge of the bed.
Curling a finger, I beckon him closer. “Keep your pathetic dick in your pants. You know better.”
Archer walks through the door and tucks himself back into his joggers. His black hair falls over his forehead, and the skull tattoo on his hand stretches as he clenches his fist.
“How can I help?” Archer stares at the ground. He could reach out to touch me, but knows permission is earned.
Reaching toward the toy, I unfasten the fake cock from the pillow and hand it to him. Raising an eyebrow, I tilt my head toward the bed.
Archer lies on his back and slips his chin harness over his face. I love how he always knows what I want. Training him has been fun.
“Good boy,” I whisper.
Before straddling his face, I pull the pillow with the other harness closer, remove it, and set it under his head. I glance down before sinking onto the hard length.
Lowering my hand, I stroke my clit with my fingertips. Warmth covers my chest and need courses through me as I ride the toy above him.
“Thank you, you deserve this,” he muffles.
“Of course I do. This cock fills me more than yours ever could.” Each inch of the silicone is hitting all the right places, and I lightly rub my clit.
“You’re pussy is so fucking perfect, it needs a bigger dick than I can provide.” The vibrations from his voice add to the pleasure.
Lowering myself on the dildo, I rub my clit harder glancing at Archer’s face, the power fuels my orgasm and I moan out. Riding the waves of the small orgasm, I slow to grind against the toy.
I need his tongue in me, but he hasn’t earned it yet tonight. I rise off the fake dick and pull it out of the harness. Archer’s eyebrows raise, and he opens his mouth to talk but stops before the words come out.
Taking the harness off his face, I grip the base of the dildo and slide it onto his tongue. He licks the tip before I slide it into his mouth, and he sucks my arousal off the silicone. Archer closes his eyes as he continues.
“Look at me.”
Blue-green eyes lock with mine. Stroking his dark hair off his forehead, I pump the cock into his mouth shallowly before shoving it into his throat and smile when he doesn’t gag.
“You’re taking this so well,” I say, and toss it to the side before straddling him.
Hovering over him, I stare into his eyes. “What do you want?”
“To please you.” His arms are above his head, so I decide to give in tonight.
I lower until I’m almost touching him, my knees on either side of his face. “Make me soak your face.”
“Yes, my goddess,” he says against my wet pussy.
I lean forward, holding onto his biceps for support. Archer licks around my clit and down my slit until he thrusts his tongue into me.
Grinding against his face, his muscles tense under my fingertips and I rub my clit against his nose. I’m so fucking close. Teasing myself all night made this a lot easier for him. Ecstasy runs through me as my thighs tense.
I roll my eyes back and relish in the sensation, Archer sucks on my clit harder.
