Page 16 of Her Devils

I pump my fingers inside of her, rubbing her clit with the pad of my thumb, and even this isn’t enough. Now that I know how it feels to have her wet heat wrapped tightly around me, nothing else will do.

“Peyton,” she moans, and I take my fingers out of her before sticking them into my mouth.

Her eyes widen, and she blushes, but I don’t ever want her to feel embarrassed in front of me.

“You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, Snow,” I growl, offering her the same fingers to prove that I’m not lying.

She wraps her tongue around them and sucks lightly, and it reminds me of the day J and I first taught her how to give us blow jobs. It’s almost enough to finish me off right now, even before I’ve had the chance to take her again.

I push her against the wall that separates her backyard from the next property, fumbling with the button of my jeans at the same time I try to free myself and take this further.

“We can’t do this here. We’re outside, someone could see us,” she says worriedly.

She’s such a good girl,my good girl, and Penn was even stupider than I thought to let her go for her bitchy best friend.

“These are big houses,” I assure her, my mouth covering hers as I lift her and place my hands under the backs of her thighs. “The next house is pretty far away, and the eco-lights around here aren’t that bright.”

She wraps her thighs around my waist, and I hold her against the wall with one hand while using the other to shove my pants and boxer briefs farther down my hips.

“I can’t fucking wait to go into the house, Lenley,” I tell her, pushing against her entrance and feeling her wetness on my tip. “I need to be inside you right now.”

If she insists on going indoors, I’ll hoist her onto my shoulder and run inside, but I’m doing a great fucking job teaching my good girl to be bad.

“Okay,” she whispers, parting her lips to accept my kiss at the same time as my hips snap forward and I slam into her.

“Fuck.”

“Oh!”

We gasp at the same time.

She’s so wet that I slid into her without any resistance, but I need to remember that a few hours ago, in her bedroom, it was her first time. “Are you all right, Snow? Does it hurt?”

She shakes her head, wrapping her arms around my neck. “No, but I feel really, really full.”

I tighten my hold on her hips, withdrawing just a little to plunge into her again and again. “That’s how I want you,” I grind out. “Full of me as much as possible.”

Her green eyes darken, and a frown furrows her delicate eyebrows. She looks worried.

I slow my thrusts, worried that she’s so new to this and I’m getting too carried away. “What’s wrong?”

She closes her eyes, shutting me out.

“Look at me, Snow,” I coax her as gently as I can. “If I’m hurting you—”

“You aren’t, Peyton. It feels good.”

I can still see that look in her eyes, and I know something is wrong. “Then tell me what’s bothering you.”

She exhales a shuddering breath, and the movement of her chest somehow reverberates all the way down to where we’re joined, causing her inner muscles to flutter.

I have to summon all of my self-control to refrain from pounding into her, chasing the sensation that collects at the base of my spine. My balls feel so tight, and all my body wants is to find release.

Normally, that’s all I’d be after, and I probably wouldn’t even notice if my hookup had something on her mind.

It looks like Lenley’s feelings matter to me though, because I manage to keep still, not moving one muscle.

I guess that’s what happens when you have sex with someone you spend time with beyond getting naked and getting it on, and the woman you’re with is also your friend.

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