Page 84 of The Friend Situation

“No falling in love, Wes. We can’t,” I whisper.

My fingers thrust through his hair, and I think I see stars when he lays me down on my back. Weston kisses down my stomach, until he’s perched between my legs.

“If that’s what you want,” he says, kissing my inner thigh before placing his mouth directly on my clit.

At first, I’m almost too self-conscious, but then heat pools down below. The orgasm builds quickly, and I don’t recognize the sound that releases from my throat when he gently returns his fingers inside me. I sink down onto him as he brings them in and out of me. It’s an out-of-body experience.

I’m high on him.

“So fucking wet for me,” he whispers against my pussy, working me so fucking good that I don’t know what planet I’m on.

“Always,” I admit, rocking against his face.

He quickly memorizes my body, knowing exactly what I like.

“Mmm. Will you come for me?” he says, buried between my legs.

It’s almost too much—the pleasure, the pure euphoria.

I look down at him with defiance in my eyes. “No. Pfft.”

“Liar.”

He continues to devour me like I’m his last meal, and I moan out.

I steady myself, my breathing increasing, knowing that I’m not as strong as I act, not when it feels so fucking good.

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WESTON

“I’m in control of this pretty little pussy now.Not you,” I growl out.

“Fine,” she gasps out, her breath shaky as I take my time, driving her to the edge with my tongue.

Carlee enjoys every intoxicating second. Her thighs quiver, yet I hold her suspended, right on the brink of pure ecstasy.

Mmm. My new favorite flavor.

The sweetness of her skin dances on my tongue. Her desperate desire pulls me deeper into this heady whirlwind of passion with her.

Should we be doing this?

Probably not, but I don’t have any fucks left to give.

Her back arches off the couch—a silent plea for more. The cool leather beneath her contrasts the heat radiating from her body. The tension between us is electric, and it wraps around me, nearly choking me as I enjoy her pussy. I can’t stop, not until she loses herself.

“Weston,” she moans.

My name escaping her sends a ripple through me. She rocks against me, her body full of anticipation. Fingers weave throughmy hair as she pulls me closer, anchoring me to her as if I might float away. She’s hungry for me and full of desperation.

“I’ve fantasized about this,” she admits breathlessly, her cheeks flushed.

“Making dreams come true,” I say, working her back up, savoring how her body instinctively melts into my touch.

I drive her further to the edge, pulling away when her breathing nearly stops. I want her to know who’s in control from now on.

The fire between us threatens to consume us both. At the rate things are moving, we’ll soon be ash.

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