Page 53 of Don't Fall For Your Best Friend

How is that going to fit into my mouth?

“You like?” He fists the base, his eyes heated with lust. Or desire?

“Very impressive.” I blush.

He wraps his hand into my hair, fisting the strands, and guides me to the tip of his dick. I lick it, and he closes his eyes as he groans, low and husky-like.

The sound of it turns me on, and I can feel myself growing wetter by the second. My insides coil, and it eggs me on to get him off.

His eyes snap open and he watches as I play with the tip of his dick, letting my tongue roll over the engorged head. Then I suck it into my mouth.

“Fuck, Hart,” he growls out, his hand tightening on my hair. Like he can barely hang on.

I love that I’m the one making him feel this way. That he’s hard because of me. Nobody else. And he told me I’m pretty. Has he always felt that way?

Am I overthinking things?

Probably.

So, instead, I let myself get lost in the mechanics of making out with Paxton’s dick. And what a make-out session it is. I lick, suck, nibble, and hum along his hardness, and I can tell he’s loving every second by the way his groans intensify.

I reach down and cup his balls, gently massaging them.

“Hartford, take my cock deep down your throat. I want you to choke on my cum.”

The dirty words he says only spur me on. Who knew Paxton would have such a filthy mouth in the bedroom? It makes me hot.

He grips me tighter, not letting up for a second as he fucks my mouth with his dick. Slow and steady at first. Then he goes a bit quicker, and my body pulses with need.

“That’s it. Suck it,” he says on repeat, until the moment he lets loose, bucking his hips as he pushes my head further down.

My body nearly explodes the moment Paxton loses complete control. The moment his release coats my tongue and I swallow it down.

“So fucking pretty,” he says as he watches me, his eyes wide and big. Like he’s seeing me for the first time. His finger traces down the side of my face, ending at my chin. “You’re such a good little submissive. I might have to reward you.”

Chills skate over my skin at the thought of what that reward might be.

Chapter Eighteen

Paxton

I continue to stare at Hartford, still recovering from the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced and the shock of her being the one to give it to me. There’s no doubt that I’m going to keep this going as long as humanly possible, so when I say she might be rewarded, I mean she will be.

Her wide eyes stare at me as I stand and tuck myself away. “Don’t move.”

“Yes, Sir,” she says, nodding her head.

Listening to her call me Sir is doing something to me. Turns me on even more. Makes my heart beat a little faster. Harder. Turns me into some sort of wild beast.

On the back wall, there’s a shelf with all types of sex toys. A shiny pair of handcuffs catches my eye and I grin. I’ve been wanting to see her back in cuffs since the day she had an allergic reaction to the feather.

I snag the handcuffs and walk back to her, ignoring all the other couples. Right now, it feels like it’s just Hartford and me in this room.

When I step up to her, she keeps her head down. It’s sexy as hell watching her submit to me. Not something I thought I’d find so fucking erotic, but I do.

“Look at me,” She complies and lifts her head. “good girl. Now, I want you to sit on the chair and put your hands above your head.” The red fabric chair has dark wood on the arms and on the top of its high back. Fortunately for me, the wood on the top has a gap, just enough where I can have her hands securely handcuffed above her.

Once she lifts her hands, I make quick work of slipping the handcuffs through the gap and clicking them around each wrist. When I step back and stare at her in this position, my dick hardens.

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