Page 111 of The Friend Situation

Without losing eye contact, she sits up and removes the T-shirt she’s wearing, revealing her breasts. Carlee lies back down, giving me access to her perky pink nipples that stand at full attention. I had no idea.

Dark brown hair splashes across the pillow, and my eyes soften. I want to capture her like this.

“Do you want my panties off?” she asks.

I nod.

Carlee seductively wiggles out of them. I study every curve and freckle as my fingers trail down her smooth skin.

I trace my finger around the tattoo on her hip. I turn onto my side and smile. “Is that a love potion?”

“Yep. And you can’t forget this one. I had a rebellious stage,” she says, rolling over to show me her round ass.

My firm palm rubs over a red pair of lips tattooed on her cheek. I scoot down and bite it, leaving teeth marks around it.

“Mmm.”

My hand runs up the curve of her body.

Fuck, she’sgorgeous.

I lift one brow, a teasing smirk playing on my lips. “You’re such abadfucking girl.”

“You have no idea,” Carlee replies, twisting her body to hook her fingers in the waistband of my joggers. My cock springs free, and she lustfully studies me before swallowing hard. “Damn.”

“Think you can handle it?” I ask, my heart racing in anticipation.

“I grew up on a Christmas tree farm, Weston. I can rideanything,” she responds, a grin dancing across her lips.

“Giddyup then, little darlin’.”

I lie back and tuck my hands behind my head. She moves between my legs, licking down the shaft, her tongue exploring every ridge and contour of my length and balls.

She strokes me, chuckling. “You’re not supposed to make jokes.”

“Why? I find you so fucking sexy when you laugh,” I say.

A heavy breath escapes me as her gaze meets mine, and I wonder if she realizes what she’s always wanted is right in front of her.

“What’s that look for?” she asks, and I realize she’s paying more attention, reading me better than before.

“Tell me what you were thinking first,” I say, licking my lips.

“I feel like I’m dreaming,” she admits before taking me in her hot mouth.

Her confession causes heat to flood through me.

“Me too,” I mutter.

She teases the tip as I gently run my fingers through her silky hair. Carlee takes her time like she’s memorizing each inch of me with her tongue. It’s agonizing how badly I want her.

“I like it when you watch me like this,” she says right before taking my cock to the back of her throat.

My heart swirls with emotions—something I shouldn’t feel with just a fuck buddy. This is too intimate, and the moment consumes me. I should’ve known better, but selfishly, I didn’t give a fuck.

Carlee increases her pace, working me like her life depends on it. I give her all of me. She can’t get enough as she forces me to the back of her throat.

No gag reflex.

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