Page 192 of The Friend Situation

“You’re insatiable,” I murmur, sliding my hands up her thighs.

She undresses me frantically. “I want you nonstop. I can’t get enough. You’re my addiction.”

“Fuck, gorgeous, you’re mine too,” I admit as my hands roam her body.

“Don’t be gentle with me,” she demands. “Do you understand?”

The air is heavy, thick with the scent of sweat and skin and something primal. My cock twitches in anticipation.

“Take off your shirt and jeans.” My eyes pierce through her.

She undresses. Her tits are on full display, nipples hard and begging to be in my mouth. I watch her rib cage rise and fall as a shaky breath escapes her pouty lips.

“How bad do you want me?” I slide one hand around her body, rough and possessive, then cup her pussy through those soaked fucking panties with my other.

“Desperately,” she gasps.

She arches into my touch, but I don’t fully give her what she wants. At least not yet. I press harder, grinding the heel of my palm against her clit until she’s squirming, her hips jerking uncontrollably so she can feel more friction.

“My greedy girl,” I mutter.

She whimpers, and it’s goddamn music to my ears.

My other hand is in her messy, windblown hair, pulling her head back so she’s forced to look at me. Her pupils are wide, her cheeks flushed, and I can practically see the thoughts racing through her head. Every last one of them is about me, about what I’m going to do to her.

“Beg,” I command, my voice a fucking earthquake. “Beg for my cock like a dirty little slut.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot. It’s making me so wet,” she breathes out. “Please. Please stretch my little pussy wide, Wes. Please. I need you so fucking bad; it hurts. I want you so deep inside me.”

With one swift movement, I rip her tiny panties off her body; the sound of fabric tearing makes her gasp. Her pussy glistens, swollen and ready for me. I slide two digits inside her, curling them just right to make her scream.

“You didn’t specify what you wanted,” I growl against her skin.

Her walls clenching around me as she rides my fingers.

“You’re dripping for me, gorgeous,” I mutter, pulling my fingers out and placing them in her mouth. “Taste yourself. Taste how fucking wet you are for me. How fucking wet you always are for me.”

She sucks on my fingers obediently, her tongue swirling around them.

“Fuck me. I want your cock inside me,” Carlee whispers.

“Louder,” I state. “I want everyone on this farm to hearyoubegging for my cock.”

“Now!” she cries out, her thighs quivering as I tease her clit with my thumb. “Fuck me, Weston Calloway! Fuck me like I’m your slutty little wife.”

That was all I needed to hear.

My cock is ready to destroy her exactly how she wants. I lead her over to several bales of hay that are stacked, turning her to face them before I bend her over onto all fours. I’m hard and fucking throbbing, needing to be buried inside her again.

I line myself up with her dripping entrance and slam into her with one brutal thrust. Her nails clawing into the dry grass as I sink myself balls deep inside her.

“Wes,” she says, her body quivering as she grinds against me.

“That’s it,” I grunt, my hips pounding into her with a rhythm that leaves no room for mercy. I grab a fistful of her hair, my hotmouth close to her ear. “Taking my fucking cock like a good girl.”

She’ll be sore tomorrow, and she’ll know exactly where I was.

“Harder,” she screams out breathlessly as I continue to slam into her.