Page 71 of Forty, Flirty & F*cked

I’ll never get sick of seeing her like this. Never stop appreciating the sexy sight of Ariana Bristol coming apart.

I soak it in—the vision of her, the softness of her skin, the scent of her body—before I lean in, capturing one pebbled nipple in my mouth.

Through the lace, I lick it with my tongue, listening to her soft gasp. In my arms, Ariana arches her back, pressing herself closer to me—enough for me to switch between her tear-drop tits. Enough for me to kiss and nip and suck at each as she writhes against the glass.

I’m the luckiest goddamn man in the world. Because I’ve captured a siren.

A woman who wholly matches me for intellect and humor. A woman who stimulates my mind as much as she does my cock.

And speaking of my cock…

I can’t stop it from hardening, stop it from pushing up towards my stomach as I unzip her skirt, letting it fall to the floor.

Now in nothing but lace panties, Ariana steps gently to the floor. Lowering to my knees, I hook my fingers into the waistband of the lacy underwear, slowly slipping them down her legs. Revealing her inch by inch.

The second they hit the Italian marble, she steps out of them, kicking them aside.

Fuck, she is a sight. Standing before me. In nothing but a bra, her back pressed against the glass.

I take a moment to just look at her, to appreciate the sight of her presented before me. Her skin is flushed, her breaths heavy. And her inner thighs are already slick with her arousal.

"Connor," she moans, her hands tangling in my hair. "Please..."

I know what she wants, what she needs.

Nuzzling my nose between her legs, I inhale the smell of her arousal, andJesus Christ,she smells sweet.

"Spread your legs for me, baby," I say softly. "Let me taste you."

She does as I ask, and I nearly come on the spot.

The glistening folds of her sex make my mouth water, and I can't wait any longer. I lean in and run my tongue along the length of her slit, from her entrance all the way up to her clit.

She cries out, her hips bucking against my mouth as I repeat the motion, licking and sucking at her sensitive flesh.

"Oh god, Connor," she gasps, her voice breathless and desperate. "That feels so good..."

I can barely hear her.

I’m too busy exploring the shape of her clit with my tongue. Too busy stroking and licking her and tasting her. Until she is practically a puddle in my hands.

Her moans fill the air, her body writing against the glass as she chases her release.

"Don't stop," she begs. "Please don't stop..."

Stopping is the last thing on my mind right now. And I let my mouth show it.

I devour Ariana. I press my face further between her legs, sucking clit between my lips, lapping her with my tongue until she can’t take any more.

Until she can barely stand.

Until her legs are trembling, her fingertips shaking, her thighs quaking.

Until she comes right on my face.

And I don’t stop. I lick her until she can’t be licked anymore. Until she collapses against the glass, her body damn near boneless.

Only then do I stand up, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss as I press her back against the glass.

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