Page 7 of Claimed By my Best Friend

“Take them off,” she pants, wiggling her hips as I grip the waistband of her shorts, fighting with myself for some shred of control.

It’s not too late to stop. Maybe we can salvage our friendship if I put an end to this now. Before I bury my face between her thighs and tongue in her soft feminine folds. I should stop before I taste her arousal and bring her to heights that will ruin her for any other man.

Mine!

With a barely contained growl, I yank down her shorts right along with her underwear, and she eagerly steps out of them. It seems I am the only one desperate for this, and when I look up into her eyes, something inside me shifts.

Touching this girl and bringing her pleasure could never be a bad idea. Not when it’s what I have wanted since the moment I met her. I stand back up and drop my forehead on hers. “You are such a fucking temptation, baby.” A shiver courses through her, and that beautiful mouth parts in a whimper. “You have no idea the things I want to do to you. If you did, you wouldn’t let me touch you.”

“I want everything.”

Not tonight, not here. “Needy little angel. Stay still and let me take care of you,” I rasp, brushing my mouth over hers but leaning away when she pushes for more. She whines in frustration, her voice breaking into a whimper when I move down her body, kissing her neck and soaking up her scent.

She’s soft all over. Every trembling inch of her is so fucking perfect, and I lose myself in her. I kiss each of her tits before dropping to my knees to kiss the rest of her. I nudge her thighs open, and she parts them for me, albeit shyly. I lift her left knee to my shoulder, which only exposes more of her pink heaven. “Darrell…”

“I know,” I growl, leaning in to kiss her inner thighs, and I catch a whiff of the soft, peachy scent of her pussy. My head spins as I nuzzle her sex, breathing in her intoxicating scent and getting drunk on it. God, I’ve wanted this forever, jerked off while picturing this very moment, but none of it comes close to reality. “Goddamn, Paula, you smell amazing. I bet your pussy tastes just as addictive.”

A shudder rocks her body, and a cry rings in my ears when I dip my tongue between her folds and drag it over the valley of her sex. My cock pulses hard, and I almost shoot in my pants as her flavors flood my mouth. I lose whatever little control I am clinging to as I clutch her hips and worship her sex, bathing it in long licks until her tummy is shuddering and the room is filled with her cries.

“Darrell, oh God!” she sobs, her hips rolling to ride my tongue, chasing that sweet release that only I can offer her. That only I will ever offer her. I reach up and knead her tits over her bra, pinching her nipples between my fingers as I lap at her sex. Her breathing accelerates when I work her clit with my stiff tongue, feeling her sex grow slicker with her arousal. “F-feels so good!” She tangles her hands into my short hair and tugs hard, rocking her hips over my eager mouth. “Darrell…I… Oh God!”

“Come for me, angel,” I order before wrapping my mouth around her swollen bud and tugging hard, suckling on her clit and flicking it with my tongue until she’s a whimpering mess.

“Darrell!” she screams, her body shuddering over mine. Her heels dig into my back and her thighs flex around my head as she orgasms, her sex trembling against my lips. I replace my mouth with my thumb, working her clit in rough circles as I watch her come apart beautifully and, it’s a sight to behold. One that I want to see—feel—again and again and again.

With a rough growl, I bury my face back between her thighs, lapping at her drenched sex like a starved man, holding her still when she starts thrashing about. “Again!” I growl against her sex, losing myself once more in the taste and scent that is unique to her.

Mine!

Paula Tate belongs to me. Every inch of this gorgeous girl is mine!

“It’s too much!” she pants, but I am like a man possessed. A beast set on seeking her pleasure like it’s the one thing that will sustain me. Another tremble rocks her body, and her breathing accelerates before she’s climaxing once more, sobbing and whimpering my name.

She goes limp, her back falling against the wall when I lower her leg from my shoulder before pushing up to my feet. I can’t get my dick out fast enough, tugging hard at my zipper, I nearly break the damn thing. “Fuck!” I growl in frustration as I pull my cock from its tight confines. “Goddamnit, angel, I need to be inside you so bad,” I say, dropping my face to her neck and inhaling her intoxicating scent as I jerk my cock feverishly.

“Do it,” Paula whispers, and I feel her lips brush the side of my neck. It’s a simple brush of lips that sends heat licking up my body. “I want to feel you inside me. Do it, Darrell.”

It’s tempting. So tempting to fuck her raw against the damn wall and fill her with my seed, but Christ, she deserves better for her first time. Taking her rough and hard on some wall is not how I want her to remember our first time together.

“Fuck!” I grunt, rubbing my cock faster, fondling her tits with my free hand, and bringing myself to the edge. It only takes three more pulls before I am spraying my cum all over her stomach and sex with a roar. My muscles tense and release rapidly as I mark this beautiful angel with the white of my seed. I feel Paula’s soft breaths brush my neck as my climax wanes and the stars in my eyes fade.

A sudden panic quickly sets in the second the haze in my head clears, and I push back to find Paula staring up at me, her eyes dazed.

Oh God, what I have done?

“That was amazing,” Paula says with a smile, reaching up to touch my cheek, but I push back from her, my pulse thumping wildly. Christ, I haven’t felt this helpless since that day in court when I heard my sentencing.

But I feel helpless now.

Everything between us has changed, and it feels out of my control. Christ, I never should have touched her. We were doing fine as friends. Now it’s going to hurt so much worse when she eventually decides I’m not what she wants and I’m left alone once again.

“Fuck!” I growl, running a hand through my short hair and turning away, not wanting her to see me spiral.

“Darrell,” Paula’s voice is soft and hesitant, and I sense her approach me. “I… Is everything okay?”

“A minute,” I snap, shifting away when she reaches out to touch me. “I need a fucking minute, Paula. Okay?”

She quickly pulls her hand away, and I don’t dare turn around. I can’t bear to look at her and see what she’s feeling. A voice in my head screams at me to take Paula in my arms and make this right. I know how innocent she is and how vulnerable she must be feeling, but I can’t pull myself far enough out of my own panic to give her what she needs. What can I say to reassure her when I don’t even understand what is happening to me right now?

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