Page 34 of More Than a Friend
“Do you want to be the fucker or the fucked?”
Ava’s eyes widen, and she licks her lips with interest when she realizes what it is, but then her brows furrow. “You won’t come if you’re wearing it.”
God, she’s too sweet.
“That’s okay. I don’t need to come. You said you wanted to know how a strap-on feels.”
Ava tilts her head side to side as she thinks. “Okay. You can fuck me, but I get to make you squirt after.”
“I’ve never squirted before, but you’re welcome to try.”
Ava pouts again, pushing her bottom lip out while she scowls. I see the stubborn determination written all over her face.
I can’t resist pecking her protruded lip, and I chuckle when her lips chase mine as I pull away.
I get myself situated in the harness—it was surprisingly difficult to find one made to fit plus-size bodies—and secure the dildo.
“Now, get on your hands and knees so I can see the way your pretty pussy wraps around this thick cock.”
Chapter 16
Ava
I eyethe hot pink dildo warily.
It’s bigger than Shea, and he’s the only person I’ve had inside me.
I’m not entirely sure it’ll fit.
Skylar chuckles and, as if she can read my mind, says, “It’ll fit baby, I promise. I’ll get you nice and ready to take it.”
I know if I said I didn’t want to do this, she’d stop. She would never force me to do something I’m uncomfortable with.
Even though I’m nervous, I’m curious. So I flip over and get on my hands and knees—I haven’t been in this position in almost three years.
I feel the bed dip behind me, and I expect to feel the silicone head at my entrance, but instead Skylar flips on her back and settles her face beneath my pussy.
“Sit on my face, Ava.”
I hesitantly lower myself onto her mouth, but Sky gets impatient and pulls my hips down when I don’t do exactly as she asks.
My protests turn into moans as her tongue parts my pussy lips and licks up the remaining wetness from my first orgasm.
Pleasure zips up my spine when I think about her lapping at the mixture of our orgasms. I never thought scissoring would be so pleasurable—not that I thought much about it until recently. I wasn’t lying when I said I enjoyed it because it was Skylar, and no one else could make me feel the way she does.
Her nose brushes my sensitive clit as she spears her tongue into me, holding my thighs in a bruising grip so I can’t go anywhere.
God, I want her to leave marks. I want to wake up three days from now with a physical reminder this happened in case this is the last time.
“I’m close,” I whimper, grinding myself on her talented tongue.
Skylar stops, lifting my hips—despite my protests—and slides out from under me.
She settles in behind me, leaning forward so her breath fans against my cheek as she whispers, “Tell me, baby, do you like to be fucked fast? Or do you like it slow? Do you want me to pound you into the mattress, or do you want me to tease you until you’re a writhing mess?”
Goosebumps erupt across my skin at her dirty words. “I-I don’t know.”
“That’s okay, we’ll just have to try both and see which you like best.” She swipes the silicone head through my arousal, then notches it at my opening and pushes in slowly.
