Page 54 of My Ex's Best Friend

She practically melts in my arms at my confession, her fingers reaching up to encircle my neck, her legs cradling either side of my hips as she pulls me down.

I kiss her, drawing her tongue out with mine, playing with it, licking around her mouth while my fingers continue to play with her nipples. They bloom and harden, and when I look down, Kiera is biting down on her lips to hold back a whimper.

“Let that sound out,” I say, stroking her mouth with my thumb. “I want to hear you.”

Her fingers cup my face before they trail down my pecs.

I flex under her fingers, feeling her gasp as she reaches between us and touches me.

I grind my hardness into her hip, letting her see how much I want her. How much I need her.

Meanwhile, my own hand travel down between our bodies and find her warm, aching core.

My breath hitches, and I stop momentarily when she starts to stroke me, slowly at first and unsure before she picks up pace.

“Apply more pressure at the base, yes—ah, just like that,” I guide her as I continue to grind my hips into her.

I groan against her breasts, and as I slip my fingers between her folds, I can feel her getting wetter.

“Oh God,” she screams, grabbing my shoulder almost painfully.

I locate her clit and gently squeeze it, and her hips practically fly off the bed.

Her hand falls off my cock, but I don’t mind the loss of pressure. I want to come inside her anyway.

Her hips continue to grind against me, chasing my expert fingers. And when I pull out, she cries out.

I keep my eyes on her as I slowly lick my fingers before inserting them inside her again.

“Please,” she begs me.

I can feel her pussy tightening, and I can tell that she’s close to falling off the abyss. She grabs my shoulder, clinging on to me.

When I ground my hand into her clit, her hips push off the bed, and her nails score down my back while she screams her release.

But I’m far from being down. I quickly climb over her, settling between her thighs. I stroke my cock while I keep my gaze on her, watching her chest fall and rise.

“Look at me,” I command.

When our gazes meet, I position myself right at her throbbing entrance and push myself inside. I wait there for a few seconds, watching her eyes widen.

When she grabs me, I nudge her thighs apart and further impale her.

Her legs adjust around my hips, and I pull her toward me till the back of her feet rest on top of my shoulders, and Kiera is practically curled into a ball under me.

My eyes close briefly as the pressure intensifies. She feels so good, but I can’t let myself go just yet.

I slow down a little, pulling out and regaining control before I thrust back inside. It takes me a couple of turns until I’m fully seated inside of her.

Kiera has her eyes closed, her lips trembling slightly as I cradle her.

“Look at me as I take you,” I tell her, putting a possessive hand on her lower abdomen.

Her eyes flutter open.

I’m throbbing inside her, but I can’t let myself go.

“God, you're so tight,” I moan. “God, fuck, yes.”

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