Page 85 of The Friend Situation

“Please,” she whimpers.

“I love to hear you beg for me,” I say, teasing her clit.

“Please, Wes.Please let me fucking come,” she urges, and I can hear the anguish and need in her voice.

“You want it?” I ask, returning to that tight little bundle of nerves.

Her pussy clenches against my fingers. Her muscles constrict in response. She’s standing on the edge, ready to jump, wanting to fall.

“Yes,” she says in a sultry whisper.

“Come for me.”

As I command her, she shatters around my fingers and on my tongue. I continue to caress her, gentle yet deliberate, allowing her to savor every wave of pleasure. She moans out her release, and something stirs deep inside of me.

“Yes, yes,” she whispers, unable to finish her sentence.

Watching her body collapse is a beautiful fucking sight to see. She’s breathless, her eyes sealed tight as she sucks in ragged breaths. Eventually, she sits up, her hair a wild mess and her lips swollen. She’s glowing. Her aura is fucking beautiful, like the remnants of lingering sunshine at the twilight.

“That was …” A smirk graces her lips as she radiates with newfound confidence.

“Especially when youbeggedto come.” I draw my fingers to mymouth, relishing her taste, the sweetness lingering on my tongue. “I already crave more of you.”

“I’ve never …” Carlee hesitates, weighing her next words carefully, a hint of vulnerability creeping back in. “I’ve never let anyone go down on me before.”

“I’m your first? I fucking love that for me.” I lean in closer, genuinely intrigued.

“No one ever took the initiative, and I was too shy to ask.” The raw honesty in her voice does something to me.

“And? Five out of five stars? Highly recommend?” I rub my thumb across her bottom lip, ready to kiss her.

“Great service. Very attentive. Incredible atmosphere. It might have been my first time, but I would come again.” She shoots me a wink.

“What I love to hear.” I grin. “I want to know your wildest fantasies.”

Her brow arches. “Like …sexual?”

“Allof them,” I reply, watching intently as she readjusts her dress.

A delicate mix of shyness and excitement dances in her eyes. She draws me closer.

“It’s your homework, so I can make your dreams come true.”

“My genie in a bottle.” She smirks. “Hate to break it to you, though. As of right now, you’ve kinda already done that.”

“You’re too easy to please,” I say, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, my fingers lingering a heartbeat longer than necessary, savoring the smell of her vanilla skin.

Her genuine happiness lights up the room, illuminating every corner with joy. My mission is to keep her just like this. Forever.

Before she can respond, a knock breaks the intimate ambience, sending a ripple of unease through the air.

“Do I look guilty?” she asks, brushing her hair back nervously, an uncertain smile twitching at her lips.

“Own it,” I reply, discreetly adjusting myself, trying to mask the feelings overwhelming me.

Carlee scoots to the opposite end of the couch, wearing a playful pout.

Another knock disrupts us, and I know our intimate moment is over. They’re always fleeting.

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