Page 212 of The Friend Situation

His other hand grips my thigh, spreading me wider, and I bite down on his shoulder to muffle the moan threatening to spill out. His skin tastes like salt, and I can’t get enough. Gently, Weston brushes his scruff against my neck and chuckles. The vibrations send shivers down my spine, and I swear I can feel his smirk burning into my skin. He knows exactly what he’s doing and knows I’m teetering on the edge of oblivion.

“Oh, okay then. Good night,” Mawmaw says, and I can hear her shuffling down the hallway.

“Night!” I choke out., my voice strangled as Weston’s fingers hit that fucking spot that makes my vision go white.

My body tenses, and then it happens. The orgasm rips throughme as my back presses against the cool shower wall. My pussy clenches around his fingers, milking them like they’re the only thing keeping me alive. The ecstasy of him nearly shreds me into pieces.

“So fucking sexy.” His words send another shudder through me.

Weston doesn’t stop. He keeps finger-fucking me, working me until I’m gasping and begging for more like a greedy little whore. I am a whore for him. Proudly.

“You’re coming for me at least two more times before bed,” he instructs, his tone leaving no room for argument. “We have a record to break.”

I hold back a moan as he kisses me. My thighs tremble, my cunt pulses around his fingers, and I come again. I wrap my arms around him, holding on for dear life as my knees buckle. With ease, he holds me, but Weston’s not close to done with me.

My lips find his. We’re all teeth and tongue. He’ll never be able to satisfy my intense hunger for him. I break away from him, kissing down his body. My tongue and mouth trail over his chest, and his abs, until I reach the thick, throbbing cock.

The tip glistens with pre-cum, and I don’t waste time teasing him. My mouth is on him in an instant, taking him deep. My tongue swirls around the head before I plunge down again. As I hollow my cheeks, sucking him like both our lives depend on it, Weston groans.

“I’m so in love with you.” He swallows hard. His head falls back on his shoulders as he props himself against the wall. “If I wasn’t already marrying you tomorrow, I would,” he whispers.

I take him deeper, my throat relaxing around him. What I can’t fit in my mouth, I stroke in rhythm with my hand. As he climbs to the edge, he grows harder, and his balls tighten.

“Fuck, I’m so close.”

I suck him slower, moving to a crawling pace with my lips stretched around him. I edge him until he can’t take it anymore.

Hot cum spills down my throat in hot, salty bursts. I swallow every drop as he shudders beneath me.

Deep blue eyes meet mine. “Such a good girl.”

The praise sends a spark of heat straight to my already-dripping cunt.

When I finally pull away and stand, his lips crash against mine. His chest heaves, and his cock is still twitching. The hunger in his eyes matches my own.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he says again as the water falls over us.

I lift a brow. “You take this job pretty seriously.”

A smile touches his pouty lips. “I can’t let you keep your own record. After tonight, it belongs to me, gorgeous.”

“There it is,” I say. “Your sparkle.”

Wrapping his strong arms around me, Weston holds me against him. I don’t know how long we stay like that, but when we break apart, I wash every inch of him. My hands run up and down his body, paying extra attention to his cock. Just as he finishes rinsing his body, the water turns cold.

Weston dries me off, and then I do the same for him. With a towel wrapped around his waist, he cracks open the door and sneaks into my room with me.

The glow of the lamp spills throughout the room. The shift is obvious. It feels both intense and intimate as we drop our towels.

Weston moves me back to the bed, and I lean on the pillows. His breath is warm and heavy against my skin. Light fingers trace the curve of my body as his lips slide all over me. His touch is electric and sends shivers down my spine. Want pools in the pit of my stomach, and I don’t understand how I can need him this much.

I can’t get enough.

I’ll never get enough.

Weston fucking Calloway is addictive.

And he’s mine.

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