Page 55 of My Ex's Best Friend

“Ummm,” she whimpers, freeing herself from my grip so that she can put her arms around my shoulders.

My fingers find her hips, digging into her flesh as I find leverage to thrust in and out of her, switching up the pace once in a while.

While I fuck her slowly, I take a nipple in my mouth and suck.

I knead her hips while I continue to suckle her.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” I breathe against her hot skin.

“Oh, my God,” she whimpers. Her legs begin to shake, and she squeezes me tighter.

My cock pulsates inside of her, and I’m overwhelmed by the raw pleasure coursing through me, the little tingles that run down my spine, and the hot, wet heat that unravels in me.

"Jake, you're gonna make me com…"

My strokes grow more erratic.

At the same time, I can feel her go over the edge.

I stiffen as I quickly follow, her legs shuddering as she milks my cock.

I slump on top of her.

She puts a hand over my heart as if to calm me. Kiera’s presence beside me feels like a reassuring anchor.

I gently extend my hand toward her. My fingertips graze her tresses, tracing an invisible path through the soft blonde locks.

Though heavy-lidded with drowsiness, her eyes catch mine in the dim light.

“You awake?”

A blush creeps across her cheeks. “Yes.”

I pull her close, snuggling her against my arm as my grip tightens around her. A subtle smile curves my lips as the musk of our sex takes up my senses. I inhale deeply and feel her body relaxing against mine.

“Didn’t think this is where we would end up today, did you?”

“No,” she murmurs, falling back against the crook of my neck, and together, we fall asleep.

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The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. I sit by the edge of the bed, a steaming cup of coffee cradled in my hands, patiently waiting for Kiera to wake up.

I could sit here for hours just watching her. Last night was unreal, and until I woke up, rolled over, and found her in the bed beside me, I didn’t realize it could be true.

Her eyes flutter open, adjusting to the soft lighting. The sight of her tousled hair and sleepy eyes makes my heart skip a beat.

"Good morning," I offer, a warm smile playing on my lips.

The sun makes a halo around her golden hair, making her look like a literal angel.

Kiera, still wrapped in the sheets, responds with a soft murmur. There's a subtle shyness in her gaze, and she instinctively pulls the sheet up to her face to cover herself.

It's endearing, the way she peeks out from beneath the safety of the sheets, a hint of a blush coloring her cheeks. As if she can hide from me.

I place the coffee on the bedside table and reach out, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "No need to be shy," I assure her. “It’s just me, Jake.”

“I know,” she says, but I can tell that she wants to dive further into the sheets.

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