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“Tori…”

Her name is the only word I can manage to get out. I’m too turned on and my brain can’t formulate any other words at the moment.

Hot pleasure pools in my dick and balls. All the muscles in my body are tight as arousal pulses through me.

She swirls that perfect tongue in a slow, teasing rhythm for what feels like a minute. I fist the bedsheets, trying my best to keep it together.

“Baby, that mouth...your tongue…holy fucking shit…”

So soft, so warm, so fucking wet and smooth…

I clench my jaw for a second, hard enough to feel a sharpness in my mouth. I need that temporary distraction from the pain to last longer.

I peer down and catch the corners of her mouth upturned in a sweet, satisfied smile.

Then she takes me fully in her mouth while jerking my shaft in one hand and working my balls with the other. A feral animal noise rips from my throat. My balls tighten, aching with need. If she keeps this up, I’m going to come in less than a minute.

And that’s exactly what happens. Not even a minute later, the pleasure breaks me. I unload into her mouth with a deafening groan.

When I finish, I’m panting and my heart is pounding in my chest.

She pulls away and wipes her mouth on the back of her hand, the look in her mesmerizing eyes sweet and smug at the same time.

I smile at her, reach up, and pull her next to me in bed.

I pull the comforter over us and cuddle her into me. She slides her arms around me and nuzzles her face into my chest.

I blink, my eyelids heavy. Fatigue hits and I close my eyes. Tori yawns.

Neither of us says a word, but there’s no tension or awkwardness in the air. This is our first time together, but it feels like we’ve done this before, I’m so comfortable. And judging by the way she relaxes into me before falling asleep, she’s comfortable with me too.

And that thought has my heart bouncing around in my chest.

I fall asleep feeling like the luckiest man on earth.

Chapter 21

Tori

When I wake up, I’m still cuddled into Tyler’s chest.

I lean back slightly and glimpse his sleeping face. A wide, giddy grin pulls at my lips. I try to bite it back, but it’s no use. I’m so happy, so smitten.

In my head, I replay all the filthy things we did before falling asleep.

My clit pulses, my thigh muscles twitch, and my skin tingles as I relive it all.

No question, Tyler is dynamite in bed. He’s the best I’ve ever had. But more than just the sex, it was how he made me feel.

He asked me what I wanted. He asked me what felt good. He prioritized my pleasure and made sure that everything we did felt good to me. He checked in with me multiple times to make sure I was comfortable and into what we were doing.

He was patient and sweet and understanding and down for anything.

He was a literal dream come true.

I pause on that thought, and let it bounce around in my brain.

I just had the most incredible sex of my life with my best friend…my best friend who I’ve had a crush on for our entire friendship.

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