Page 76 of Best Friends for Never

I hiss. “Because I ...Fuck.” She giggles as I groan when she does it again. “I’m going to come.”

“Isn’t that the point?”

I grab her wrist, stilling her movements. “Yes, but when I come, I want it to be inside you.”

She gulps, then looks me square in the eye. “Then what are you waiting for?”

I take her mouth in a heated kiss, pressing her tighter against the rock we’ve spent so many summers on as kids, then tease her pussy with the head of my cock.

She tries to drag me closer with her heels, and I laugh. I know I’m being mean, but if she wasn’t so lost in this excitement, she might notice my hands are shaking.

It’s ridiculous that I’m nervous. It’s not like it’s my first time, but in many ways, itfeelslike it’s my first time.

Parker is everything I’ve been waiting for, and I want this moment to be just right. I don’t want to rush it. I want to savor it. I want to savorher.

“Please,” she asks again, and my defenses are weakening.

I want to feel her so badly. Want to see how her body trembles under me. Want to hear my name tumble from her lips when I come inside her.

“I need you.”

That’s all it takes, and I slide inside her.

“Oh god,” she moans, her eyes falling shut as I push into her inch by torturous inch. “I can’t ... It’s too much.”

“You can,” I tell her, feeding her another inch as I kiss her jawline. “You will.”

She nods, her breaths growing sharper by the second until I’m fully seated.

I pause, giving her a moment to adjust to my size. She fits around me perfectly, as if she were made for me, and I love the little noises she makes as the waves urge us closer together and force me to rock against her gently.

Her heels dig into my ass, her silent way of asking me to move, and I’m happy to heed her request.

I pull out, then push back into her softly. Unhurried. Painstakingly slow.

“Noel . . .”

She’s not just saying my name. She’s making a request, and I know what she’s asking for, because I need it too—more.

This time, when I pull out, I thrust back in harder and faster, picking up my pace until I’m not sure where she ends and I begin.

I glance down, loving how we look together, and it spurs me on even more.

“Look down,” I tell her. “Look at us.” She rests her forehead against mine, looking down to see where we’re joined. “Look at how good we look together. Look at how beautiful your pussy is, wrapped around my cock.”

She groans, her whole body shuddering with delight as I drive into her again. “You can’t say things like that, Noel.”

“Why not?” I ask.

“Because it’s . . . it’s dirty.”

“Would you rather I describe it to you, then?” I thrust into her harder. “Would you rather I tell you how warm and wet your cunt isas it’s gripping my cock?” Another thrust. “How eager it is for me?” Another. “Or how good your tits look bouncing in the water as I fuck you? As I make you sweat for me? As I make you tremble?”

“Please . . . ,” she whimpers. “I . . .”

I slide my hand between us once more and press my thumb against her clit.

“Or is it because it’s me, Parker, your best friend? Is it so dirty because I’m voicing all the same thoughts you’ve had for years?”

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