Page 188 of The Friend Situation

Carlee’s cheeks hollow as she sucks, her tongue flicking against my tip before she takes me deep again. She works me up so fast.

I’m so fucking helpless, my hips thrusting into her mouth as she takes every inch I give her. Her hands grip my thighs, her nails digging into my skin as she moans around me.

“Fuck, Carlee,” I growl, my voice rough and strained. “You feel so good.”

She smirks around my cock, her eyes flicking up to meet mine, and then she pulls back, letting my dick slip from her lips with a filthy pop. I’m a ticking time bomb, and if she keeps this up, I’ll explode.

“Mmm. You’re mine, Weston,” she says with swollen lips that are glistening with spit.

She doesn’t waste a second before she’s leaning back in, her tongue lapping up the pre-cum that’s pooled at the head of my cock like it’s the sweetest fucking thing she’s ever tasted. Her lips close around me as she gently sucks, teasing me, fucking driving me insane.

Her fingers dig into my hips as she takes me deep again, her throat opening up to swallow me whole. If she had a gag reflex, she’d be choking on me. I still feel her throat tightening as she forces herself to take every thick inch.

It’s the hottest goddamn thing I’ve ever experienced.

She pulls back again, gasping for air with swollen and pouty lips, before returning to me. Carlee changes her pace, head bobbing up and down. High-pitched moans release from her, and I can tell she’s enjoying herself. I love a woman who takes pride in her work.

She strokes me with the rhythm of her mouth, and I’m so fucking close that I can’t think straight. Her tongue swirls around my tip, her lips sucking hard as her hand works me over, and if she doesn’t stop, I’ll be fucking gone.

My body tenses as pleasure surges through me.

I’m teetering on the edge, ready to spill over, ready to pump my hot cum into the back of her throat.

“Fuck,” I groan, my fingers tightening in her hair.

My cock pulses. I’m so fucking close …

“You come when I say,” she mutters, backing away from me.

With a racing heart, I’m left gasping as I stare up at her. I’ve never given any woman such control over me.

“Carlee,” I hiss, teetering on the edge.

“Mmm. So fucking greedy for me,” she whispers.

This is easy with her. It always has been.

With rosy cheeks, she rubs her palms up and down my shaft,working me back up before pulling away. Carlee stands, kicking off her boots, and removes her jeans and panties.

“Come here,” I say, sitting upright.

She hovers over me, then slides down onto my cock, adjusting every few seconds until I meet her end. We’re face-to-face, breathless but oh-so fucking desperate as our mouths meet. I soak inside her hot cunt, loving how tight she is and how she throbs around me.

Carlee rolls her hips in a sensual rhythm. I grip her waist, guiding her movements as our kiss deepens. The trees and creek around us fade away, leaving only us lost together, but even now, I feel found with her.

“Thank you for seeing me. The real me,” I whisper, kissing her neck, tasting her skin.

Every inch of her body is absolutely intoxicating.

I can barely think, not with how I’m stretching her, filling her completely full. Her legs wrap tighter around me, and I growl, a low, feral sound that makes her cunt clench in response.

“That’s the you I crave,” she says. “All the time. The you that you don’t give to everyone. The you that’s reserved just for me.”

We’re falling into the abyss together, and right now, the connection we share is deeper than I ever imagined. I’m full of emotion, fully lost with her.

“You have all of me,” I mutter against her neck, trailing kisses along her collarbone.

Her head lazily falls back, exposing more skin for me. A moan escapes her swollen lips.

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