Sara’s POV
I shivered at his words, already feeling myself getting wet again in anticipation of what was to come. Archer crawled back up my body, pressing a deep, sensual kiss to my lips.
"I want to feel your mouth on me too," he murmured against my mouth. "I want to f**k your pretty little face until I come down your throat."
I moaned at the thought, my hand immediately moving to his rock-hard c**k. I stroked him slowly, feeling him throb in my grip.
"Please, baby," I whispered, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "I want to taste you too. I want you to f**k my mouth until I can't breathe."
Archer groaned, his hips bucking into my hand. He shifted, positioning himself so his c**k was hovering over my face.
"Open up, baby," he commanded, his voice strained with barely contained lus
