Page 141 of Beautiful Thing

“Because before we kissed, I still had a shot at convincing myself I could resist you, that we could be just friends, that we could be platonic and nothing more.”

Her breaths start to go ragged as I feast on her breasts, but she pushes forward, reading the letter.

“But the minute you kissed me at the hockey game, the floodgates broke loose. All the feelings I tried to keep at bay came sweeping in and I fell helplessly, hopelessly for you.”

My kisses move down her stomach as I push her legs apart.

“Archer…” she moans, her free hand finding my hair and pulling.

“Keep reading, baby.” I want to know that she cares about me. I want to know that she belongs to me. Because all of me belongs to her.

She drops her cheek against the pillow, struggling to keep her eyes open as I kiss along the crease of her pelvis.

“I don’t want to be halfway in with you anymore,” she says, hooded eyes on the paper. “I just want to be yours. Only yours.”

My knees hit the carpet and I drape her legs over my shoulders. “God yes, Layla,” I moan as my mouth opens against her pussy.

I’m so fucking turned on right now. Layla, reading me a love letter while I’m on my knees devouring her pussy. I couldn’t think of a more fitting way to start this new chapter of our story.

She begins to grind on my face. “I’ll stand by what…I said from…the beginning.” Her eyes flutter open and closed as I begin to lick her. Her skin flushes pink all over. She’s struggling to speak. Yet she continues to ride my mouth and speak her beautiful words to me. “Being single…beats being in a…relationship with the wrong…person. But you’re the…right person, Archer.” Her hand wobbles as she tries to keep reading the letter.

I’ve never been more turned on. Hearing the woman of my dreams confessing her feelings to me? This night will be the death of me. I fervently eat her pussy like I’m losing my mind.

She pulls my hair. She bucks on my face. Her spine arches up off the bed as her voice grows more high-pitched. “For me…oh my god, yes…for me…” The words come out in a rush. “You’re the only person for me, Archer Brighton!!”

At that, Layla’s muscles go tense and her release washes my tongue, her sweet, sticky juices drenching my face.

I growl, holding her thighs in place and aggressively devouring and licking up every last drop. I don’t stop until she’s so sensitive that she’s closing her thighs and softly pushing my head away.

Her hand goes limp against the pillow and the envelope flutters to the floor.

As I watch her, devastated in my bed, a realization blasts into my brain.She’s mine. She’s mine. The woman of my dreams is finally mine.

Layla.

Always Layla. Only Layla.

Forever.

A shock of electricity explodes at the base of my spine. White lights flash behind my eyes. I grab hold of my cock right as I start to come inside my boxers.

What the actual fuck?

Her eyes flicker open as her legs continue to shake. She watches me heatedly as I fall apart for her.

A smile dances across her face. “You came…” she whispers knowingly and entirely too smugly.

Wiping my mouth on the back of my arm, I drag my limp body onto the mattress beside her. “Yeah. I came. Knowing that you’refinallymine has that effect on me.”

We’re all kinds of sweaty and sticky by the time Layla crawls onto my chest. I have no idea what time it is, but I’m fairly sure it’stomorrowby now.

Exhaustion is settling in for real this time, but I’m too keyed up to sleep. I wrap my arms around Layla’s very naked body, content to run my hands up and down her back for the rest of the night. For the rest of my life.

It takes me a second to realize that her body is shaking.

“Layla?” My eyes shoot to her face, shocked to find her crying. I swipe my thumb across her wet cheek. “Belle, what’s wrong?”

Her head lifts off my chest, her messy bun falling sideways on her head as she looks at me in the dim room. “Nothing’s wrong. I’m just so happy that you’re mine for real. You are such a good man, Archer Brighton.”

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