Vivienne was sucking hard, tongue lashing wildly over Archer's sensitive head, then plunging back down until her lips kissed his base again. He was driven over the edge thanks to her skilful mouth. One hand pumped what her mouth couldn't reach in slick, twisting strokes; the other kept massaging his balls, rolling them gently, urging him closer.
The pressure built fast, coiling tight and hot at the base of his spine. His breathing turned ragged, muscles locking as pleasure surged through him in blinding waves. ''Viv, I'm gonna.''
The warning came out barely coherent. She only moaned louder in response, the sound muffled around his cock as she took him impossibly deep one last time. Her throat worked in rhythmic swallows, milking him, begging for it. Archer's hips snapped up hard, burying himself to the hilt as he came with a broken groan.
