Archer's breath hitched, his fingers tightening in her hair, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind her who was in control. ''Keep sucking me until your mouth is full of my seed beautiful.''
Her green eyes flicked up to meet his, glossy and submissive, and that look alone made his jaw clench. He let out a ragged breath, thumb brushing across her cheek as he whispered. ''Just like that…''
The mature beauty moaned again, the sound muffled, sending another wave of pleasure through him like an electric shock. Her body ached with desire, her thighs rubbing together, desperate for friction.
Brooke wasn't just doing this for him, she craved it, the rush of his praise, the heat of his gaze, like she was his most cherished vice. Moments later, she took him deeper, her throat constricting around him.
''Fuck,'' he groaned, voice rough.
