Page 112 of The Friend Situation

“Give me your pussy,” I whisper. “Sit on my face.”

“Show me how,” she says, crawling toward me.

Her lips crash against mine with overwhelming urgency. We grow breathless and needy.

“You’re the only person who’s ever had this part of me,” she admits. “Teach me.”

Knowing I’m the only man who’s ever tasted that sweet pussy makes me so goddamn feral. It will stay like that from now until the end of time. Just one lick of her was all it took.

“Put your pussy right here,” I instruct, hard as a fucking rock.

She climbs on top of me, hovering above me. I kiss every part of her inner thigh. Desperate moans release from her as I gently tease her bundle of nerves.

I trail my tongue down her wet slit, devouring her arousal.

“Smother me with your sweet cunt. I can’t get enough.” With a firm grasp, I grab her ass cheeks, pushing her against my mouth.

“Your facial hair,” she says breathlessly before taking most of my cock into her mouth. “Feels so damn good.”

It’s ecstasy as she rides my face and sucks me. I give her a finger, and she clenches around me. Carlee’s breathing grows heavy. It happens too fast, and we’re both chasing our ends.

“You want to comesofucking bad. I can taste you,” I mutter, twirling circles on her hard clit.

Her body shudders in anticipation. The desperate breaths and high-pitched pants are a dead giveaway as she steadies herself on my chest. Her back arches as she fucks my face.

“Weston, oh, oh,” she screams out as the orgasm takes over, and as she shatters I shove my tongue deep inside her.

I lick every inch of her, not wasting a drop. Guttural groansrelease from her body, and I love the way it sounds when she loses herself.

“You taste so fucking good.”

I continue giving her clit play as she returns to my cock. Carlee keeps her pussy in place as I run my hands up and down her body.

“You’re close,” she says breathlessly as my balls seize.

I see stars. I grab her ass, creating more friction, and seconds later, she comes on my tongueagain.

“Mmm, fuck yes. Two,” I say, knowing I’m on the brink of falling over the edge.

“I need you inside of me, Weston,” she nearly begs.

“No,” I whisper. “One of us has to have control. Two days. You can wait.”

“You don’t want to fuck my tight little cunt?” she asks, grinding her wet pussy against my facial hair.

Love that she’s insatiable and horny as fuck. We’re a match made in heaven—and I’d know after living in hell for so long.

I ache for more of her, bucking my hips upward, hitting the back of her throat as she strokes me with her hand. I imagine being buried deep inside of her, stretching her wide. We’ll have to go slow at first to allow her time to adjust. Sure, she has toys, but they don’t compare.

Her body tenses and shakes, and I slide a finger back inside her. She’s coming for the third time.

“Greedy girl.”

“Mmhmm,” she says with her mouth full.

I can feel my orgasm building, knowing I’ve brought her to the end three times. Feeling her pulse around me is so fucking hot.

“Come for me. I want every drop of you,” she demands. “Give me what I want, Wes.”

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