Page 45 of Shattered

"Mm, you?"

"We can make that happen at any point. Or all points, but I admit my Vienna sausage might not feel too good after. It might need a little kiss."

"Oh, shush up; you know I was joking with you when I said that."

"No, I didn't. My feelings were hurt immensely."

"Mhm, sure they were."

"Truly, what do you want to do?"

"Want to go to the zoo?"

"The zoo?"

"Yeah, I've never been."

He looks shocked. "You've never been to the zoo? But it's free, and you live here."

"Well, I always felt like it was a little pathetic to go alone, so I've never gone. Even as a little kid, my parents wouldn't take Cor and me. My uncle was always too overprotective to let us go anywhere alone. And I would've died of embarrassment if we had our security detail with us at a public zoo."

"You had security?" He looks interested in this part. Almost too interested, but I mean, who else would he know that had security until they said enough was enough.

"Until I was twenty-two, and Cor still has hers. Although they stay hidden." He looks like he's seen a ghost.

"So, they were there when we went to lunch?"

"Yeah, what's the big problem?"

"Just seems weird to me to have someone watching my every move and me not knowing anything about it."

"Hey, that's my fault; I should've told you. But I grew up

with it, so it was kind of invisible to me at the time. I do apologize; in all honesty, she might have told them not to come. She knows that I don't really like them watching me either."

"I don't blame you for not telling me. I'm sure it was awkward growing up and trying to make friends when you had a detail behind you."

"It was definitely a strange feeling. But back to the zoo, is that a, yes?"

"Yes, but we need a shower first." He pulls me up, and I'm now the one following him into my bedroom. He goes to my bathroom, and I hear the shower turn on. Coming out, he stops in front of me. "Let me help you with those."

He grabs the hem of my tank top and pulls it off. Then, he moves on to my pants. Soon, I'm wearing nothing while he is fully clothed. I can feel my nipples harden under his gaze. He steps back to look me up and down. I can tell he's hard, seeing the outline of his cock through the pants. "Turn slowly, please." I do as he says, turning so he can view my back. "Mm, you are perfect."

Facing him once again, I say, "Now it's your turn." I move up to him and reach his shirt hem to lift it above his head. The only difference is I have to go on my tip toes to help get it off. I throw the shirt on the ground and move onto his pants. Slowly taking them off, his cock springs out. I look up at him, hoping that he will understand my inside question, 'Can I touch you?'

"Whatever you're thinking, the answer is yes." With that, I'm getting down on my knees. The shower is still on, so this has to be quick if we want to take a hot shower. As hot as the sin we are partaking in.

I reach for his cock and slowly start to work my hand up and down the length of him. "Just like that, keep going."

I work my hand, pausing to bring my mouth to his tip. Giving him a slow lick and then wrapping my lips around his cock, he groans.

"Good girl." He strains to say anything while my mouth replaces my hands in working the length of him. I'm bobbing up and down when he reaches for my hair to grab onto. He forces me down further and takes control. I feel my eyes water from the press of his cock in my throat. It feels amazing.

A couple seconds go by, and I feel his cock pulse, knowing he's going to be coming soon. His release is like music to my ears; he moans loudly, and his come is already going down my throat. I back up to look at him; he's already staring down at me while I lick my lips. Making sure I have every drop. "We should go shower, huh?"

"Mhm," sounds like he might be out of breath. I do wonder why? We go and get in the shower, and Archer right away lifts me up and presses my back against the wall. He kisses me deeply while the water is running down us. I feel him in between my legs. He's already hard again. This is definitely working in my favor.

He stops kissing me to whisper in my ear, "Do you want to be fucked like the dirty little slut that you are?"

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