"f*****g f**k," Archer cursed as Shiloh's tongue rolled over his d**k, savoring it like a lollipop. Archer grabbed a handful of Shiloh's hair and slowly guided his head, bobbing it in and out at a steady pace. Archer closed his eyes as the intensity hit him, his breathing growing heavier.
"You're f*****g good at this," Archer said hoarsely, wiping the saliva from the corner of Shiloh's mouth with his thumb. "Now, get up. I don't want to c*m in your mouth," he added.
Shiloh slowly pulled away and followed his instruction. The heat still hadn't subsided, even though they were already on their third round. His body still craved more, his mind clouded with nothing but the need for Archer.
"Alexii, look at me," Archer said firmly.
Shiloh lifted his gaze and looked at him. Archer couldn't he
