"I hope you know I'm never washing these fingers," Pierce admitted as he pulled them away. He slowly brought them to his lips and gawked when Arianna caught his wrist and slipped his fingers into her mouth. She hummed as she sucked her juices off his fingers.

Pierce's mouth was still gaped open when she popped his fingers out of his mouth. He stared at the red lipstick that stained his fingers.

"Delicious," Arianna purred, removing herself from Pierce's lap.

Pierce laid there, staring at the ceiling, trying to gather himself. By the time his erection went away and he was sure that he wouldn't collapse once he climbed off...