Page 82 of Beautiful Thing

“Your so-called ex doesn’t speak for me, Layla.” I stroke my beard along the inside of her thigh. “Let me be the judge of how much I love eating your pussy.” I drag the tip of my nose along the crease of her pelvis. I’m instantly drunk off her scent. “And for the record, there’s no such thing as too messy. Iwantyou to make a mess all over my fucking face.”

“Oh, shit…” she whispers, her thighs falling open for me.

I grin at the victory. “Atta girl.”

I immediately bury my face at her core. I don’t procrastinate or delay. I don’t give her the chance to try and change her mind again. I just dive right in with a long stroke up the middle, from her dripping hole all the way to the throbbing peak of her clit.

Layla emits a ragged cry, one hand flying to the side of my head, her other palm landing against the mirror. “Archer.”

My cock throbs.That’s right, baby. Say my name.

I hold onto her thighs, dipping my tongue deep into her channel and savoring the taste of her.

“Fuck, Belle. You taste amazing,” I tell her, momentarily allowing my eyes to flit up to hers. “Damn delicious.” Her ex is a fucking idiot and this just further confirms it.

“More…” she whines, grinding her hips against the counter and pulling my head back to her core.

I’m smiling to myself as I bury my face back between her legs. I use my hands and my mouth to give her more pleasure than her body can handle.

I indulge on the sounds she makes, on the way she pulls my hair, on the way her thighs lock me in place like a prisoner. I eat her, greedily and thoroughly. Because there’s no other way I’d rather spend the rest of this night.

Layla’s legs begin to tremble and her fingers grip my hair. “Archer…” she gasps.

That’s all the warning I need. She’s about to hit her peak.

“That’s it, Belle. Come for me.” I suck her mound into my mouth, letting my tongue swirl and circle her clit relentlessly. She cries out in a frenzy as she gyrates frantically against my face.

I don’t pause. I don’t think. I don’t fucking breathe.

I remain focused on the objective until the last wave of her orgasm has washed through her. Her head falls to the side, her body lolling against the mirror.

I kiss my way back up her torso until we’re face-to-face again.

Layla is still breathless as she comes down from her high. “Areyou okay?” she asks me, tenderly stroking my wet beard.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I just had the time of my life.” I drag my lips to her ear. “Hell—you know what? I’m keeping thehardware store closed tomorrow. I’m spending the next twenty-four hours camped out between these perfect thighs.”

She laughs. I love the sound of it.

“Now, how areyoudoing?” I brush her bangs away from her eyes.

“I am so fucking amazing right now.” She grins widely.

That wide grin is because ofme.I’ve never been prouder of myself.

I bend close and graze my damp mouth against hers. Layla grabs my face, making an intoxicating sound as she parts her lips and lets her tongue dance with mine.

“Mmm,” she groans, hungrily deepening our kiss, like she’s trying to eat my mouth.

“See, Belle? Your taste is intoxicating. Isn’t it?” I roll my tongue against hers once more.

“Yes,” she breathes. “I…I like it.”

When I break the kiss, Layla smiles dopily at me, her expression full of contentment and infatuation. She looks so happy. With me.

Something is happening inside my chest. Something major. Something that scares me. The doors of the crypt are cracking open. My heart is coming back to life. But it never ends well when those feelings dig themselves out of the grave.

Desperate to hide from the sensation, I tuck her face against my chest and pucker my lips against the top of her head. These emotions are a threat to the walls I’ve built. Panic overwhelms me and I scramble for a plan to combat the insurgence.

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