Page 8 of My Ex's Best Friend

“God, you’re so hot.” She has no filter anymore.

Or is this how she always felt?

I peel her blouse upwards until I reveal her pastel bra. I can’t imagine anyone here in college wearing something like this, and it reminds me just how innocent Kiera is. In my attempt to take it off, I half tear the strap off.

I chuckle, and lean my forehead on hers.

I caress her face and lean in to kiss her while my other hand cups her breast.

She gasps, which soon turns into moans when I pull down the straps and reveal her beautiful breasts. They’re glorious, pale and dotted with little freckles that run down her stomach.

I take one of the nipples in my mouth and suck on it.

Her back arches as I continue to touch and tease, alternating between the two.

My fingers slip down her tummy to slowly unbutton her jeans.

I adjust myself so that I can help her shimmy out of her jeans and remove her panties before pushing my finger inside of her.

I almost come in my pants when I feel her. “You’re so fucking wet, Kiera. And tight.”

She whimpers.

I feel my erection throb as it strains against the fabric of my pants. I unbuckle my jeans while I continue to finger her, but my brain can’t seem to be able to focus on anything but the feel of her, so I try to focus on freeing my cock.

She starts to sit up and reaches for my jeans. “Should I help?”

She reaches for me, but her fingers end up brushing over my sensitive balls, and I grimace.

“Sorry, did I hit you in the balls?”

I laugh. “That’s hardly a hit. And no, Kiera, you didn’t hurt me. It’s just that I’m really hard for you. I don’t think I’ve ever been like this for anyone else.”

And it’s true. She’s the one I’ve always wanted and having her here before me is turning me on more than any girl I’ve ever been with or any fantasy I ever had with her. And tonight, the lines in our relationship are going to be blurred forever. And things will never be the same.

She inhales sharply before saying, “If you are hurting, maybe I should stop. Let you calm down.”

I groan, finally freeing myself before I push her into the bed. “Trust me,” I say, rubbing my cock against her entrance. “That’s the last thing I want.”

I reach down with my finger again. Make sure she is ready for me.

God, it’s heaven down there.

I thrust my finger inside of her a few times before adding a second one. I need to widen her with my fingers so that I can fit. I add a third one and her back flies off the back as she groans. Gorgeous.

When she feels nice and relaxed, I replace my fingers with the head of my cock.

As I push it inside, she grits her teeth, squeezing me. It’s maddening, she’s so tight, and her wet grip on me almost makes me spill. I stop and kiss her forehead.

“Relax for me, honey. I promise I won’t hurt you.”

For a fleeting second, all I can think about is that this is her first time and I’m the only man who will ever have her, but that can’t be. Regardless, I have her now.

It takes a few seconds, but she relaxes around me and I’m able to slide a couple more inches in before she grips me like a vice again. I keep kissing her face and her forehead and her neck and after a few more moments, I’m seated inside her.

I stare down at her in absolute shock and disbelief. I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe she is really here under me, and I have her.

I groan as she gradually stretches around me. Her eyes close and open, her gaze holding mine with an emotion so deep, I almost cave and confess my love for her.

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