Page 127 of The Friend Situation

“Can you give me another one?” he growls, his blue eyes darkening like a stormy sea, full of desire.

I meet his gaze, heart racing, and nod.

“My horny fucking girl,” he says, the words dripping with lust. “We’re going to have so much fun.”

He smiles wickedly against me.

“Yes, yes,” I breathe, feeling that familiar, intoxicating build begin to swallow me whole.

I sink deeper into him, my back arching against the wall as my body responds to his movements. He grips my ass and slams me onto his tongue, eliciting a scream from me that echoes off the tiles.

“Weston, my God,” I cry out.

He doesn’t stop until I come again. After my back slides down the wall, we both end up sitting in front of each other, laughter bubbling between us.

“Now you’re just showing off,” I tease, leaning back against the cool glass.

“We’re just getting started,” he replies with a smirk, rising to his feet.

He lifts his hand, and I shake my head, determined to take control. I shift onto my knees, straightening my back as I stroke him a few times before taking him into my mouth. He leans against the wall, surrendering to the sensation as I assert control over this gorgeous man, a delicious power coursing through me.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he whispers, pushing my wet hair back, his thumb brushing tenderly against my cheek.

“It’s hard to smile with a thick cock in my mouth,” I say, sucking at his tip.

His sticky pre-cum glistens as I stroke him, and I lick it up, savoring him.

“Mmm. I love how you taste.”

“I love how you taste too.” He places the fingers that were buried inside of me into his mouth.

I squeeze my thighs together, almost needing more. The heat spills through me, a desperate craving that pulses with each movement.

“Touch your needy little clit, baby,” he mutters, reading me like a fucking book.

Without hesitation, I slide my hand between my legs, pleasuring myself while I pleasure him.

“You’re a real-life porno.” He grabs the back of my head and slides himself deeper into my throat. “Now you’re mine.Shit,” he hisses, reaching down to flick one of my nipples as I tease my clit.

My pussy clenches as I bob up and down on him.

“Mmm. Taking me like agood girl.”

I nod, returning him to the back of my throat. I stroke him so fucking slow that his legs quiver with anticipation.

“Wes,” I whisper, “I’m so close.”

“Me too,” he mutters.

I want to milk every drop of him, needing him to see me worship and appreciate all of him. Weston is what I crave, what I’ve always wanted. Right now, I’m living in my own personal fantasy, where the two of us can be together.

“Carlee,” he whispers, nearly begging as he fists my hair in his hand.

I look up at him, smirking, flicking my tongue on the tip, barely tugging at his cock.

“You’re teasing us both,” he whispers, laughing.

“Isn’t that what you’ve been doing the entire time? Now you’ll come when I say. Together,” I state.