Page 58 of Don't Fall For Your Best Friend

I arch my back, letting him slide further inside me. “Take me however you want me.”

He smooths a hand over my hair as he gazes into my eyes and we breathe in each other’s air. “I won’t hurt you, Hart,” he murmurs, pumping his dick slowly in and out of me. “I won’t hurt you,” he repeats and my heart nearly melts.

And maybe I’m wishing for more than I can ever have, but I hope that he never does hurt me. That we don’t end before we’ve ever even begun.

“I know you won’t,” I tell him. “I trust you.”

He picks up his pace, slowly at first, but gaining momentum with each additional thrust. “God, you feel so fucking good.” He groans as I place kisses on his throat.

My body builds toward its release, and Paxton repositions himself to where his pubic bone rubs against my clit with each thrust of his hips. The motion causes my body to nearly buck off the bed.

“Oh god, Paxton…” My body spirals with lust, and I grip him tightly, so I don’t lose control.

“That’s it, baby. Take my cock nice and deep. Nobody’s ever fucked you this deep before, huh?”

I shake my head, squeezing my eyes shut. “No,” I call out. “Never.”

He rams deeper. “Good. No one’s ever fucked you this good, huh?”

“No,” I whisper.

And no one ever will. This is ruining me. I’ve never had anything this good.

My orgasm starts slowly, building toward the sky as bright lights dance across my vision. My body hums, every cell vibrating as he keeps pumping into me. Over and over. My heart pounds. My skin shivers. So many things are happening all at once that I can’t focus on any one sensation. It’s too much, but not enough. I cling to Paxton, not wanting to let him go.

“I’m so close,” he growls out. And I’m right there with him.

I think my body lifts off first, but Paxton quickly catches up and we ride out the waves of our orgasm together. It continues on and on, and I can’t stop coming.

“Paxton,” I call out at the height of it all, my body tumbling and crashing.

He answers in a string of curse words, his body jerking a few times above me before we gasp, trying desperately to catch our breaths.

“I can’t…” he says, and for a moment I’m worried he might say something like I can’t do this anymore. Instead, he smiles at me slowly, saying, “I can’t believe that.”

“Me either,” I respond.

“It’s never been like that before.”

Pride swims through me. “Me either.”

He’s still inside me, and I can feel his dick coming to life again the longer he stares at me. “I might need to fuck this little pussy a few more times tonight. I can feel my cum all inside you.” He rocks his hips into me. “I like you nice and messy.”

Who is this man? The dirty words coming out of his mouth are an aphrodisiac. It’s making me hot.

“I love your dirty mouth,” I tell him, so he doesn’t stop.

He pumps his dick, slowly, gingerly as he hoists himself up onto his hands. And then, in one swift motion, he repositions us, so I’m on top, riding his dick.

“This is so much better. I want to watch you play with your tits while you ride me. Fast. Slow. However you want to ride me, baby. Just fucking own me.” His hands grip my hips, his fingers digging into my heated flesh.

I find it incredibly sexy how he’s talking to me. I press my hands into his chest, letting my fingers roam all over his muscular body. His six-pack. Even lower. A familiar sensation of pleasure emerges, signaling another orgasm approaching.

I’ve had more orgasms tonight than I had all last year.

The way he stares at me makes my core heat. The way his eyes roam over my body makes me feel beautiful.

I could get used to this, but I need to remember this all has an end date. Thankfully, that end date isn’t anytime soon.

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