Page 193 of The Friend Situation

Whimpers and moans continue to escape from her. Her ass jiggles with every thrust, her tits bouncing, followed by the sounds of our skin slapping together.

We’re ravenous, dirty, and fucking obscene. It’s full-on fucking with one goal in mind—to lose control again. She’s tight—so fucking tight—and her greedy cunt clenches around me like she wants to suck me dry.

“Wes,” she gasps, her voice broken and ragged, “come inside of me.”

I grip her ass, my fingers digging into the flesh as I lift her higher, slamming her down onto me with enough force to make the floor of the loft shake.

Her pussy is soaked, her juices running down my shaft. The filthy, wet sounds of our bodies slapping together is a beautiful symphony. She screams out my name like a good little slut. Her hips grind against mine as I hit that sweet spot that makes her eyes roll into the back of her head.

“You feel that?” I growl into her ear, my voice rough as I wrap my hand around her stomach, continuing my assault on her perfect pussy. “That’s me claiming you, Carlee. Every inch of your tight little cunt belongs to me. Only me. Forever.”

“I’m going to be your wife,” she mutters.

Her body trembles as she clenches around me, her orgasm crashing over her like a fucking tsunami. Her pussy pulses around my cock, and I’m not far behind.

“Fuck, gorgeous. You’re squeezing me so tight,” I say with a roar as she squirts all over me and the floor.

I slam into her, my release exploding inside her in hot, stickybursts. I pump deep in her, the orgasms leaving us both panting and shaking.

We collapse together, our bodies slick with sweat. Hay sticks to our skin.

Her breathing is ragged, her heart pounding against mine as we lie in the aftermath of what might’ve been the best sex of my fucking life.

“I’ve never come so hard in my life,” she says breathlessly, as if she can read my mind. “I love it when you talk dirty. A fantasy.”

Carlee’s small frame curls up against my chest as I wrap my arms around her.

“Oh, then we’re just getting started,” I admit, kissing her forehead. “I want to make all your sexual fantasies come true.”

“Shit, I’ll write you a list tonight.” She smiles wide with hooded eyes, completely satisfied.

Pure happiness stretches across her beautiful face as sunlight streams through gaps in the weathered wood, illuminating specks of dust dancing through the air.

She squeezes her thighs together.

“You feel where I was?” I say, stealing a sweet kiss. “What’s mine and only mine?”

“Yes,” she says, holding me tight. Her finger slides under the bracelet she attached to my wrist, and she smiles. “Do you think it will always be like this with us?”

“Fuck yes,” I tell her, my hands roaming over her bare skin. “I’ll never be able to get enough of you.”

She lifts her head, gazing at me with those big green eyes that seem to see right through me. “I’m so scared you might.”

“Not going anywhere, bestie,” I say, checking the time. “However, we should get back before your family sends out a search party. We’ve been gone for hours.”

“You’re right. Just know I could stay with you all day like this.”

“We will. Soon. Just me and you,” I promise. “We should do something fun tonight.”

She smiles wide. “You’re not supposed to see the bride the night before the wedding.”

“Fuck traditions,” I tell her. “They did menogood.”

“Thankfully,” she says as we reluctantly gather our scattered clothes.

She watches me pull up my jeans and zip them.

I smirk at her. “You like that?”

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