Page 98 of Beautiful Thing

Then he lies there, staring up at my exposed pussy, hooded eyes twinkling like the world’s happiest man. “Come on, Belle. Show me why you like my beard so much.”

I’m completely naked, practically squatting above his face. I feel exposed, on display, somewhat defenseless. Yet, I’ve never felt this safe, this free. There’s no one in this world I would feel comfortable doing this with besides Archer.

With two of his fingers, he traces a line over my pussy lips, gathering my dripping arousal. He greedily stuffs his fingers into his mouth, groaning as he sucks off my juices. “Damn, Belle. You look so good right now, and somehow, you taste even better.”

I watch as his tongue reaches out to swipe at my clit. Then he grabs my hips, forcing me to lower onto his mouth.

I shudder and groan his name. “Archer…” A warm burst of my wetness gushes out onto his lips.

I squeak in embarrassment, trying to slam my legs shut. Archer hums gutturally. His fingers squeezing my hips, pulling me closer. His elbows pushing my thighs wider apart. His beard tickling my skin as he licks me once more.

Fuck.

I squirt on his face again.

It’s a wrap for me. Right this minute, I could die of embarrassment. Wiggling my hips, I try to squirm away.

Archer’s eyes lift to mine in warning.Don’t you fucking dare, his heated glare seems to be saying to me.

Flattening his tongue and applying more pressure, he licks me again and again and again. My head is light and dizzy as my arousal gushes out like it never has before.

I stop trying to fight my body’s reaction. My attraction to this man defies all limits and my body won’t let me hide it. So,I hunch forward, burying my face in the seat of the recliner to muffle my moans and pleas as I rock against his eager mouth.

When I hear the sound of a zipper sliding down its track, I glance over my shoulder. Archer eases his erection over the waistband of his boxers, clenching his fingers around the shaft.

Oh my god—the thing is so engorged it looks like it’s going to burst. Long and throbbing, with raging veins and moisture leaking from the tip.

His hips buck subtly as he finds friction in the tight clasp of his fist. It’s so fucking hot, watching him touch himself, turned on like this. For me. For me, of all people.

Archer releases his cock and his hand comes to my throat, sliding up to grip my jaw. He gently guides my focus back to his face. “Eyes on me, beautiful. I need to see your gorgeous face while I eat your gorgeous pussy.”

One languid stroke after another, he licks me, tastes me, drives me crazy. His lips wrap around my clit and he gives a hard suck. It feels so good, my spine snaps straight and I almost fly to the ceiling.

But Archer grabs my ass and seats me fully on his face, holding me there. He sucks on my clit again.

“I can’t…Oh, Archer, I can’t…It’s too much…”

Instead of slowing down, he only adds to the sensation overload. “You can take it, Belle. Take it like a good girl.” Shock flies through my system when he stuffs his two thick fingers back into my quivering hole.

A cry rips from my throat, echoing around the room.

His tongue plays with my clit as his fingers thrust in and out of my entrance. “Ride me, Layla,” Archer practically begs me. “Rub that sweet pussy on my mouth.”

I obey, rolling my hips in a jerky, unsteady motion. The coarse threads of the carpet dig into my knees as my movements grow more and more erratic. The whole time, I’m staring at hishandsome face in awe, trying to understand how he’s making all this magic happen between my thighs.

“Come for me, baby. Don’t hold back,” he orders me. His fingertips curl against my G-spot, his tongue undulates against my clit, and I’mdone.

My vision goes white as everything inside me contracts. Pleasure catapults through my body, every single nerve ending catching on fire. My lips fall open but not a sound comes out as the violent vibrations of my orgasm move through me.

Archer wipes his face against the sleeve of his shirt. But that doesn’t wipe away his smile.

I slump into his arms, legs straddling his middle, face tucked into his neck, pounding chest plastered to his pounding chest. I’m a mess and so is he.

One strong bicep banded around my back, he presses kisses to the side of my head as his other hand continues to stroke his erection.

“You did so good, Belle. You came so hard on my face. Such a good girl you are.” I hear the pride in his labored breaths. Holy shit—he’s proud of me.

I’m pretty impressed with him as well. Two orgasms. This man gave me two orgasms that blew my mind tonight. Now, I want to make him feel good, too.

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