Page 39 of Turmoil's Target

Sera takes me to the back of her throat, humming with pleasure.

The vibrations send shockwaves straight to my balls.

I throw my head back against the pillow, losing myself to the feel of her hot, wet mouth working me like a pro.

Fuck, this woman will be the death of me, and what a way to go.

Just when I’m about to explode, Sera pulls off and straddles my hips in one fluid motion.

Gripping my cock, she sinks down inch by delicious inch until I’m buried to the hilt inside her tight pussy.

“Oh fuck,” I groan, hands flying to her waist.

Her slick walls clench around me like a vice.

Sera starts to move, rolling her hips in a sinful rhythm.

She braces her hands on my chest, using the leverage to ride me hard and fast.

Her perfect tits bounce with every thrust, begging to be touched.

I sit up and capture a rosy nipple in my mouth, flicking it with my tongue.

She cries out, fingers digging into my shoulders.

I lavish the same attention on its twin, reveling in her breathy moans.

“Abe... I’m so close,” Sera pants, picking up the pace.

I can feel her start to flutter around my cock.

I slide a hand between us to rub tight circles on her clit. “That’s it, baby. Come for me.”

With a keening cry, her body goes taut and she comes apart in my arms, shaking and clenching.

The sensation rips through me like a freight train and I follow right after, spilling deep inside her with a guttural moan.

We collapse back on the bed, sweat-slicked and sated.

Sera curls into my side, head pillowed on my heaving chest.

For a moment, there’s only the sound of our ragged breaths as we float down from the high.

“This doesn’t change anything, you know,” she murmurs after a stretch of silence. “We’re just having fun. Blowing off steam. Don’t go getting any ideas.”

I chuckle lowly, carding my fingers through her damp hair. “Don’t worry, Your Majesty. I know the score. We’re friends who like to fuck, that’s all.”

“Good.” She traces idle patterns on my abs. “I’m glad we’re on the same page then.”

Friends with benefits.

I can handle that.

No feelings, no complications.

Just two people enjoying each other’s bodies.

So why does the word friend sit so heavy on my tongue?

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