Page 110 of The Friend Situation

Islide my hands into her silk panties and rub circles against her needy clit.

“You knew that though,” I whisper.

She nods, and the confession makes me fucking weak. Feeling how she’s dripping wet for me turns me on. Just being close to her unlocks something primal inside of me. A single look was all it ever took.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I mutter against her plump lips.

She strokes me from my base to the tip. I throb against her, the sensation both overwhelming and completely consuming. I’ve wanted her touch for so fucking long, and while I should deny myself of her, I can’t. My willpower has vanished, even if I know, deep down, I don’t deserve Carlee. Not sure anyone does.

“Wes, I need to comesobad,” she begs as if her life depends on it.

My nickname on her lips makes my heart skip a fucking beat.

“Let me worship you,” I whisper, trailing my lips down her neck, sucking and nibbling her sweet skin.

She jerks me so fucking good that my eyesnearly roll into the back of my head. I get lost with her as I effortlessly rub circles against her clit.

She rocks her hips against me, and desperate pants release from her lips as we get each other off.

“Mmm. Pre-cum,” she says, placing her sticky fingers in her mouth.

I brush her hair out of her pretty face, studying her.

If she only knew what she did to me.

“Can I?” She glances down at my cock with anticipation and need.

I raise my brows and smirk, then slide a finger inside her tight pussy. Curling my finger, I tease her G-spot, and she clenches around me.

“Tell me what you want.” The words come out in a rough gruff.

“I want you in my mouth,” she whisper-hisses as she rocks against me.

I give her two fingers and go to the knuckle. She continues working me in long, slow strokes; if she keeps this up, I’ll lose myself.

No other woman has ever made me feel like she does. I’m high on her, on us, on this.

Carlee’s mouth falls open, and the intensity surrounding us builds. We’re finally crossing that line. We both know it; we both don’t give a fuck. She rocks her hips against me as desperate pants escape her lips like sweet music.

“Mmm. You want me so bad. I see it on your face. I’m memorizing that look,” she purrs, her voice low. She continues stroking me as pleasure cascades through me.

“Ialwayswant you,” I confess, brushing my thumb across her flushed cheek.

Her eyes are wide with lust. We’re lost, and logic tells me one of us has to find a way out of this. Right now, we’re tumbling through space together, falling toward an alternate reality where maybe we can be together. Neither of us will admit it.

She pushes the blanket away and glances down at my cock. Her gaze is filled with hunger.

I raise my brows and smirk. The thrill of having her courses through me as I continue to finger-fuck her. She clenches around me, a gasp escaping her lips as I move from her clit to her cunt, teasing every inch of her.

“Let me have you,” she whispers, her words like a seductive spell as she rocks against my hand.

A deep moan escapes her as she grips my cock tighter, keeping a steady rhythm that drives me closer to the edge. She wants me to lose myself, and I want to surrender to the intoxicating need that takes hold of us both.

It’s time to give in. I can’t fight myself any longer.

“You win,” I tell her, meeting her eyes.

“Finally,” she says, kissing me deeply.

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