Page 27 of Face-Off with my Childhood Best Friend

He lets my dress float down my body, over my hips, and it lands in a white puddle around my ankles on the floor.

He slides his fingers over my push-up bra, before he hooks one finger in the fastener at the back. He’s a pro at relieving me of my bras, too.

Luckily, he can’t rip those.

He palms my tits in both hands as they tumble free. But then his hands are quickly between my legs. I hear a rip as he snaps my panties.

“Not again,” I grumble. “Those were...”

“Love you, Wife,” he murmurs, and I smile. He knows how to charm me.

He grasps my ass and hikes me high, pressing me against the wall.

I wrap my legs around his waist as he encloses his lips around my nipple. A moan escapes my lips at the sensation of his tongue licking at my bud before his teeth press into my soft flesh. Releasing another moan.

A deep groan rumbles from Oscar’s mouth, rattling over my flesh.

“Don’t stop. It feels so good.” I grab his shoulders, my fingernails dig into his hard muscles. As they flex, I can see the delicious sting he feels registering on his face.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He laps at my nipple until it’s at a hard peak.

“Hold on,” he says. “I need to taste you.”

I don’t argue. I circle my arms around his neck, and he lifts me until his chest is against mine. He turns and strides to the bed, dropping me and spreading my thighs wide as a rumble of satisfaction leaves his throat.

My hands reach for his head, nails scrape at his hair, wanting his hot breath on my sex, and when he does, I almost explode like a bomb.

“Nice, baby?”

I moan as his thumb rubs over my clit before he slides it down my slit.

“You’re already so wet for me.”

My legs widen, my hips tilt upward, desperate to meet his tongue. He slides his tongue over my pussy.

Again and again, until I shatter into a million pieces.

“One more.” He doesn’t stop. He fucks my pussy with his finger, his mouth sucking my throbbing nub.

“Oh! Osc—” I cry out.

And I’m done. My body is boneless, but that doesn’t stop Oscar. He keeps lapping my sex like it’s his last meal.

I can’t take anymore. And just as I’m about to protest, he gives my clit one last kiss and crawls up my body until we are facing each other.

He locks his eyes on mine as he holds his body weight on one hand, while using the other to line up his hard cock at my entrance.

“I love you,” he says as I grab his hips and stare into his darkened eyes. Two shiny black rocks, gazing back at mine.

He lowers his body and thrusts his dick inside me.

I cry out as his mouth slams into mine. His tongue slides into my mouth. The passionate kiss, leaving us breathless and lost in the moment.

I want him more than I want anything else. It can only be him. All I ever wanted was Oscar... and now he is my husband. He is mine.

He grunts as his hips snap back and forth, rutting into me like he is trying to be forever inside me.

I want it too. I grab his back, my fingers digging into his skin as I desperately try to pull him closer.

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