Page 88 of Force Play
Ari moves back on the bed a little bit, and I feel his hot breath against my clit.
“Ari, don’t tease me.”
He chuckles darkly before breathing over me again. “You’re not in control right now, baby. I am.”
I huff and try to push myself against his face.
He clicks his tongue while laughing. “You’re not being a very good girl, Lucia.”
“Because I’m not a good girl,” I assert.
“No, you aren’t. You’re a fucking dirty girl, that’s what you are.” He finally takes a long swipe up my slit. “Fuck, do you know how good you taste?”
I shake my head in response, but I’m cut off by a moan as he swirls his tongue over my clit.“Ari…”
He takes my legs and pushes them back against my stomach before diving right back in. “I swear you have the perfect pussy, Luc.So fucking good.”
“I’m pretty sure you have a perfect tongue.”
In response, Ari takes that perfect tongue and flattens it against me before pressing it inside. He swirls it over my clitagain before sliding it down and teasing it over my other hole. “Goddammit,” he groans. “Even your ass tastes good.”
“Oh my God,” I moan loudly, pushing against him.
“I prefer Ari, but God works, too.”
I don’t have the breath to argue back. Everything he’s doing feels too damn good. I’m barely holding myself together right now.
“This feels so good,” I say breathily. “So good…”
“Then come for me,” he pleads. “Drown me in your cunt. Come on my tongue, and then you can come on my cock.”
Ari brings his tongue back to my clit, lightly teasing it. Every lick sends me higher, and my orgasm crashes over me without warning.
I scream out as I come, and he works me through my release, lapping up everything I give him. Once I come down, he moves up my body and taps on my lips. I’m confused, but I open up anyway, and as soon as I do, Ari spits into my mouth, letting the taste of my own arousal consume me.
“See how fucking good you are, Lucia?” he rasps. “See why I can’t get enough of you?”
How does this man turn me into this? A woman so craved for his touch that she’d combust without it?
“Ari,” I pant. “I want your cock. Fuck me.”
He makes quick work of removing his clothing, and I hear each piece hitting the floor. Then he reaches into my nightstand drawer and rips a condom out of the packaging.
He sheaths himself in an instant and then pushes me back into the same position I was in before—legs against my stomach, leaving me open to him.
Ari puts his hands on the back of my thighs, pressing them to my body and using them to support himself. The head of his cock nudges at my entrance before the tip slides inside with how slick I am.
We’re both breathing heavily as he slowly works the entire length into me.
“Fuck, Spitfire,” he groans. “You should see how good your pussy looks taking my cock.”
“I take you so well,” I sigh as he starts slowly pumping his hips.
“You take me fucking perfectly,” he grunts, speeding up his thrusts. “Squeeze me perfectly, too.”
“Because you’re so damn big,” I moan as I internally curse myself for not being able to stop stroking his ego when he’s inside me.
Ari leans on top of my legs now, changing the angle, allowing him to hit me deeper as he brushes his lips over mine. “And you’re still my perfect fit, aren’t you?”
