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I’m quick to settle behind her and lower my head to lick her arousal. Probably will pay for it later, but it’ll be worth every punishment. I’d drown in her juices if she allowed me to.
Sloane’s moans surround us, and I slip two fingers into her before sucking harder on her clit.
“Fuck, you’re being so bad,” she says breathlessly as she thrusts back against my digits.
As she comes undone, I lick her clean before lining the cock extender up with her pussy. It's hot pink and makes my dick thicker than I could ever provide.
Three
Sloane
I’m thankful we have a dynamic that suits us, because I’d hate to have to come up with punishments all the time when Archer bypasses the rules and fuels my desire to melt under his hands.
The nights when he can’t keep his hands off me and gives me an epic night of orgasms, or when we’re out and he teases me to the edge. I’m glad I don’t always have to get him in trouble, and we continue to grow in our relationship.
Glancing over my shoulder, his hungry stare looks back at me. I’m surprised he chose tonight to come. Usually he likes to jerk off while I ride another cock and humiliate him.
Archer takes his time, grabbing my hips and lining himself and the toy up. I hold still, waiting for him to fill me.
Each new cock sleeve tests our boundaries, and I love how he is creative in finding tools that align with my desires and wants.
As each ridge enters me, it’s bliss. Archer reaches forward and wraps his hand around my two braids before slamming into me. The width of this cock sleeve is amazing, and I reach beneath us to play with my clit, thrusting back against him.
I tighten around him and tense as my orgasm rushes through me.
“Goddess, you look so good when you cum,” he whispers in my ear.
“Don’t stop, fill me.” I brace my arms in front of me and grip the duvet.
Archer's thrusts become jerky, and I know he won’t last long. His fingers dig into my plush hips, and he groans out in ecstasy.
With a deep breath, he leans forward and kisses along my spine. His soft touch is needed after our night.
After a session, it’s the little things that keep me grounded. Sometimes I worry I’ve gone too far, or I’m too mean, but when he praises me silently with his touch, all the fear melts away.
“I’ll run the bath,” he says before pulling away from me.
“Good boy.” I roll onto my back and gaze at his muscular, tattooed form as he moves around the room.
“See, if you had this, I wouldn’t need anyone else.” I hold the long zucchini and nod at his shorts.
Archer bites the inside of his lip but says nothing, filling our cart with the produce for the week. “It’s okay, you’re perfect.” I hold my fingers inches apart and lean over to kiss his cheek.
“If I buy you a sweet treat, will you stop today?” he asks me, and I arch an eyebrow.
“I always get a sweet treat. Don’t act like I don’t. What’s up? Calling yellow?”
We’ve been using the light system since we started in this dynamic, because safe words were harder to remember.
Archer also uses them when he’s over my shit and I’m inching closer to becoming too mean. He gives me free reign for the most part, but when it’s too much, he is good at telling me instead of letting it fester and become a problem.
“No… nothing.” He steers the cart toward the self-checkout.
“Arch, we don’t do that.” I hurry to catch up with him.
Silently, he rings the groceries through, and I pack them in the cloth bags, wearily staring at him, wondering what I did wrong.
We’ve got a good thing together, but past relationships always leave their mark on you.
