“Let’s start here, and we’ll see where it goes…” I suggest in case I change my mind later and we end up somewhere else.

“Don’t have to convince me.” He swats my ass. “I’ll set up the tripod.”

The camera is aimed at the bed, though I know we often end up against the wall or loveseat next to the window. Honestly, this room was the sole reason we bought this house. Well, besides the land for our four dogs to run free. The large suite makes for a nice sanctuary for us to spend alone time together. A huge master bathroom is attached with a shower and whirlpool tub. We’ve christened it hundreds of times too.

Archer adjusts the bullet to full speed while I kneel in front of him and suck him off. I love meeting his eyes and feeling empowered as the pleasure rocks through him. With the remote in his hand, he changes the speed every few seconds. He fists his fingers in my hair as I pick up and slow down my pace.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful with my cock in your mouth,” he growls as I pull him deeper down my throat. “You like me owning your pussy?”

I nod with pleading eyes, hoping he’ll give me what I need. The buildup has been torture, and I’m ready to explode.

“Put me out of my misery,” I beg, massaging his balls.

“Do what I say then,” he demands, tilting up my head until our eyes meet. “Rub your clit.”

I move a hand between my legs.

“Nice and slow, baby. Don’t rush,” he orders.

I lazily rub circles over the swollen bud while swirling my tongue around his sensitive tip. He clicks the remote and adjusts the speed, putting it on a fast, consistent vibration.

“Oh my God, yes,” I murmur, trying to concentrate.

“Everleigh.” His deep tone grabs my attention, and I snap my gaze back to his. “Don’t come.”

“I need to!”

“On my cock, only.”

I release a groan, ready to beg. “Get your clit nice and ready for me. I bet your pussy’s dripping wet.”

“It is,” I confirm. “I’m so close.”

“Bend over the bed,” he says, and I quickly obey.

He smacks a hand on my ass, then smoothes it with his palm. “Spread your legs. Let me see that needy cunt.”

Before he’s even inside me, his filthy words nearly have me unraveling. Archer knows exactly what I like, and his dirty talk is what I always crave. He can set my body on fire with just one sentence, and he knows it.

“That’s my girl.” He strokes himself a couple of times before pushing inside. I gasp at the intense sensation, then rock my body into his as we move in sync.

Archer leans over me and covers my hands with his as he impales me with deep, hard thrusts.