Page 149 of The Friend Situation

She’s already so fucking wet for me as anticipation simmers between us. My fingers fly back to the keys, the song growing more intense as she greedily chases her orgasm, the melody intertwining with the mounting tension in the room.

Carlee moans, a sound that resonates deeply within me, and I hum against her, relishing in our sweet symphony. I only withdraw my tongue when I feel her tense beneath me. Her panties are drenched with her arousal.

“It wasn’t published while he was alive, only discovered forty years after his death,” I offer, my eyes closed as I lose myself in the melody surrounding us. “You taste so fucking good,” I whisper, my voice husky, before returning my mouth to her.

I dive deeper into the intoxicating rhythm of her body, enjoying that I have so much control over her, even though she pretends I don’t.

“Wes,” she breathes, her head falling back in surrender, exposing the delicate curve of her neck as she arches toward me.

The notes ring through the penthouse, their vibrations dancing off the walls, mingling with her sweet moans.

It’s literal music to my motherfucking ears.

“I think you’ll get the extended version today. Panties off for me, gorgeous,” I command, kissing the inside of her thighs, my fingers dancing across the piano keys.

Carlee does as I said, wiggling them off her body, allowing the fabric to drop to the floor like a forgotten note.

“Ass on the edge, like a good girl. Steady yourself for me.”

“Keep playing,” she hisses, surrendering to my tongue, giving me everything she has to offer.

I suck and lick every inch of her as I match the song’s tempo. I fucking savor her, savor this.

“Mmm,” I growl, aware that she’s right on the brink of losingherself. “No, no,” I mutter, kissing her clit gently, feeling her pulse beneath my lips. “Not yet. We’ve got at least three more minutes left.”

With a smile, I pull away, my fingers pounding harder into the keys.

“You want me to beg?” she pleads, her breath hitching as I tease her with my breath before I plunge my tongue inside her, claiming her.

“Mmm. My greedy fucking girl,” I mumble between sucks and kisses.

“Wes, please.”

Her body trembles with anticipation. I close my eyes, continuing the song by memory, lost in the allure of her as Carlee screams out my name. The encore continues, the crescendo rising as she slides off the lid of the piano, her ass landing against the keys with a beautiful, jarring sound.

I can barely focus, my concentration fraying as I lift my hips so she can remove my joggers and boxer briefs. She pushes them to my ankles. Carlee straddles me. Her movements are deliberate as she slides onto my cock.

“Fuck,” I gasp, looking up into her eyes, shimmering with need as she guides me deep inside her.

“Play until the end,” she demands breathlessly as she slides up and down me. Her fingers tugging roughly through my hair as she rides me.

“Take what you need,” I whisper, the words slipping from my lips. Then I capture her nipple in my mouth.

“Yes, yes,” she urges.

I lift her ass, slamming her into the keys with each thrust as we frantically chase our ends. Together, we’re lost in each other’s magnetic pull.

As I raise her leg, driving deeper inside, she wraps her arms around my neck, her breath hot against my ear as she whispers, “I’m so close.”

With an earth-shattering gasp, I pull out, losing myself on her stomach as she leans back against the piano, surrendering completely.

I stare at her, barely able to catch my breath. The aftermath of our passion swirls around us.

We lost control.

She glances down at my release dripping down her body, desire still flickering in her eyes.

“I wanted you inside of me,” she murmurs.

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