End Game
Well, until Archer tells me to keep it quiet because we’re not alone in the house anymore.
I nod, eyes falling shut. I angle my hips up, and Archer’s cock rubs against my G-spot. I’m close to coming again, but also starting to get a little sore, thanks to pregnancy hormones no doubt. I move against Archer, helping myself out, and clamp a hand over my mouth as I come.
Archer pushes in deep, turning his head down and biting my neck as he finishes. My inner walls contract around his cock, and he lets out a groan, muffled by my hair.