Page 22 of Boo-ty Calls
I grin at her and continue to play with her clit. She presses the buttons on the remote and I cough to cover the whimper strangling in my throat. “Can’t get hard, my pretty boy?”
“No, I haven’t earned it.”
“Y’all are into freaky shit, but you’re pussy grips me too much to care.” He growls and fills her.
There is a few minutes of nothing, then Sloane grabs my wrist and pulls me away from her clit. “Good boy,” she whispers, and I melt under the praise.
Glancing down, a long cock sticks through the hole for a minute before slamming into her. Sloane grips my wrist as she gets railed. Her eyes roll into the back of her head, and I kiss her forehead.
She looks so fucking sexy filled with cock, pleasure running through her and the flush of lust across her skin.
Nine
Sloane
The dick on the other side is good, and I fumble with the buttons on the remote to Archer’s cage. I have no clue what they do, but he keeps flinching, and I’m enjoying the pain etched across his face.
I pull his hand closer so he can play with my clit, because the guy on the other side doesn’t seem to care except to get his dick wet. It’s the third one, and I’m already getting tired. I don't have a clue how people do this in porn, but it certainly isn’t an all-night event for me.
Buddy, who’s balls-deep in me, lets out a strangled groan, and I roll my eyes because I wasn’t even close. Though I guess this place is only to get your rocks off and not care about the woman.
“Baby, can you help me down?”
Archer looks surprised, but doesn’t hesitate and gets me off the curved shelf before placing the bottom up. I squeeze my core tight to hold his gift.
Turned on is an understatement, and when I look into his eyes, I know I need him more than another strange dick.
“Kneel for me.”
He does so beautifully. I’ll never tire of his listening skills.
Archer moves toward me and grips my thighs, opening me to him as he holds me. Licking my thighs and pussy lips, he continues until I’m clean on the outside.
I let go, and he sucks hard as he swallows the loads of come inside of me. Pushing as much as I can out, he continues and groans under the pleasure of it all.
“Thank you, Goddess.” Archer sits back on his heels and looks at me.
Brushing the hair off his forehead, I smile. “Did you bring water? And the sleeve?”
Hopping up, he heads over to our bag and hands me water before taking his drink and pulling out my favourite cock sleeve. His eyebrows furrow, and he tilts his head.
“Strip for me. I’ll let you out of your cage if you put it on and then fuck me and make me cum so fucking hard.”
Archer scrambles as if my offer is limited, and I unlock his cage from my phone.
Slipping the thick cock sleeve over his, he steps forward and turns me before I’m pressed against the pleather. He lifts one of my legs and slams into me forcefully.
This is a different side of him, but tonight might have brought it out in him.
“Are you a little possessive tonight, baby?” I moan as he continues to thrust into me.
He reaches around to touch my neck as he presses me harder into the pleather. Not tight enough to choke me, but as close as he’s ever come to dominating me.
“Fuck. You’re so wet,” Archer whispers into my hair.
“Are you trying to dom me, baby? It’s so cute.”
He jerks his hips harder into me, and through the thin sleeve I can feel his dick throb. His girth fills me as he continues to pump into me.
