Page 221 of The Friend Situation

I’m fully exposed and in desperate need of my husband.

His mouth finds my heat, his tongue sliding through my slick folds like he’s fucking starving for me. I cry out and grip his shoulders while he licks me from slit to clit and back down again. When his tongue circles my sensitive nub, my legs shake like a fucking leaf.

“MyGod,” I moan as I roll my hips against his face.

“Yes, I am,” he replies, his tongue flicking over me again and again until I teeter on the edge.

My muscles tense and tighten, but he never gives it to me on the first try.Never.

He pulls back, blue eyes sparkling up at me. He licks those swollen, wet lips, then smirks.

“That look,” I say. “Damn.”

Weston stands and catches my mouth with his. “See how good you taste?”

Not wanting to waste any more time, I fumble with his belt and zipper. Weston helps, and with one swift movement, he releases the leather around his waist. The belt makes a pop sound, and I gasp.

“Okay, that was sexy.”

“Yeah?”

He knows it was.

Right now, I need to feel him buried deep inside me so much that I can barely stand it. Weston lifts me effortlessly onto the bed, pressing my back down on the mattress. With strong hands, he scoots my ass to the edge, taking his time devouring me.

Labored breaths release from me, and I’m so damn close, and I want it so fucking bad.

“Come for me, gorgeous.” He smiles against my pussy. “I know you want to.”

Heat pools in my belly as I rock my hips against his scruff. His tongue and mouth lick and suck every inch of me. I grab the comforter with white knuckles, my back arching off the bed as I release on his tongue.

He slides his pants down just enough to free his cock. It’s thick and heavy andperfect.

Weston spreads my legs with urgency, positioning himself between me and pressing against my entrance. His eyes are filled with love and lust, an intensity that makes butterflies swarm me.

“I love you,” he whispers. before pushing inside me, slow and steady.

He fills me completely until I can’t tell where I end and he begins. I moan, my nails digging into his back as he moves, his hips grinding against mine in a way that’s both tender and filthy.

“I’ve never felt this way about anyone,” I admit. “Just you.”

“Only you,” he replies.

Weston is everything I’ve ever wanted. He’s every dirty fantasy.

And when I come, I scream his name. When my pussy clenches around him, I know I married the right man. No one will ever satisfy me emotionally, mentally, or physically like my best friend does.

He follows me over the edge, burying himself deep inside as he spills into me.

Warmth floods me as a wave of peace washes over me.

His hand gently strokes my hair, his touch soothing my soul.

We lie together, bodies entwined, hearts beating in sync, and I think this is heaven on earth.

As I gaze into his eyes, I can tell he feels it too.

“I’ll love you forever, Wes,” I whisper.

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