Page 12 of Claimed By my Best Friend

Paula cries into the kiss, her nails digging hard into my shoulders and no doubt bruising my skin, but I barely notice. No, my entire focus is on the connection between us and how tight she feels wrapped around my cock like a fucking glove.

“So big,” she whimpers shakily. “God, you’re so big!”

“Fuck, angel, are you okay?” I say hoarsely, my breathing heavy against hers. The moment is so intimate it sends my heart swelling with love. More affection than I have ever felt for any other person wells inside me. “Does it hurt?” I push back to look into her eyes, and God, I could get lost in those beautiful greensof hers. The thought of hurting her sends physical pain coursing through me. “How bad does it hurt, Paula?”

“A little,” she whispers, rolling her hips experimentally. “Not too much. I…I like it.”

“The pain?”

She giggles, “No, silly!” Her cheeks darken, and she bites into her lip as she pulls her gaze from mine. “Feeling you inside of me. It’s… God, I know this sounds crazy to say, but it feels like we’re one. Like the same person.”

“You’re right, that does sound crazy,” I counter, and she giggles again, which quickly turns into a moan when I roll my hips, positioning the base of my shaft to rub over her clit as I stretch her walls with my cock. She whimpers, her back slightly arching off the bed at the friction between us.

“Oh, that felt good. Do it again!”

“I don’t want to hurt you—”

“Again, I want to feel it again,” she whines, rolling her hips restlessly under me. “It hurts a little, but it feels really good. Do it again, Darrell.”

“I’ll do better,” I say, grabbing her hands and pinning them down over her head as I begin to ride her pussy, my thrusts slow and shallow at first. Her snug little sex threatens to push me over the edge too soon, but I have no plan to spill three seconds inside the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen.

“Oh!”

Her mouth falls open with a moan when I start riding her faster, watching her face for any sign of discomfort, but her expression is twisted in pleasure. I release her hands, and she claws my back as I drill into her, slowly losing the grip on my control with every slam into her snug sex. Paula whines, openingher legs wider for me, the wet sounds of our lovemaking filling the small room. “Good?” I rasp, picking up speed as I start to hammer harder and faster into her.

“So good,” she whimpers, writhing helplessly under me, and goddamn, she’s a fucking sight to behold. I almost wish I could capture this moment of her, but a mental picture will have to do. Her eyes are glassy and her body flushed, her tight little pussy squeezes around my cock, and her mouth is parted as she moans in pleasure, begging for more. “Faster, Darrell.”

I give it to her. Burying my face in her neck, I pound into her like I am possessed. I dig my hand into her hip as I jackhammer into her, and soon, the room is filled with her pleasured sobs mixed with my hoarse grunts. “So close, baby,” I growl, smacking harder into her tightness, something burning inside me with an intense need for release, but goddamn if I am going to come before her. I drop my hand between us and strum her clit with my thumb in rough circles as I thrust unevenly into her, and it only takes a few strokes before she’s screaming her release. She trembles violently under me, her pussy cinching so hard, it pushes me off the edge. The base of my spine pulls tight and all my muscles tense up a second before I am flooding her pussy with a hoarse roar, coming harder than I ever have my entire life.

There are dark spots behind my eyes as her pussy clenches hard around my cock and milks me of every drop. I pound into her until my muscles begin to burn and I have nothing left to give, and only then do I collapse on top of her, my breath coming in heavy pants and matching her own labored breathing.

It takes several long moments for my heart to stop drumming in my ears. I roll off her and out of bed before walking to her small bathroom. I search around for a small wash towel and wet it before walking back to her room. She blushes when Iwalk into the room with the cloth but lets me clean her thighs. My heart clenches tight when I spot the evidence of her lost virginity on the cloth.

Mine, comes the unbidden thought once again.

I’m careful as I clean her before depositing the cloth in the bathroom, then I clean myself as well before climbing back into bed. I wrap my arms around her and pull her flush against me so she doesn’t fall off her small bed. But I also do it because I want to feel her heartbeat in tune with mine.

There are thoughts and feelings of fear, but I push them down, unwilling to let them ruin this beautiful moment between us. Christ, it would wreck me to lose this girl. As dramatic as it sounds, I live and breathe for Paula.

She is my kryptonite.

“Are you okay?” I manage, brushing my lips over her temple and breathing in the sweet, fruity scent of her shampoo clinging to her hair. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, it was perfect,” she whispers, and I feel the soft trace of her fingers on my side where my tattoo for her is. “What were you thinking when you got the tattoo?”

“That I am in love with this girl and I want whatever part of her I can have.”

“Okay, scratch that,” she says with a laugh. “What were you thinking when you got your first tattoo?”

I mull over the question, wondering how to answer it without revealing much of my troubled past. I remember the day like it was yesterday, but in actuality, it was more than a decade ago. I’d just fought with my old man—nothing new there—and I’d stormed out of the house. At sixteen, I had every intention of skipping town and living on my own, but I had no money. Iwas arrested a few towns over for petty theft and returned to my father’s custody. A hundred hours of community service weren’t enough to make me change my ways, but the few days I stayed in juvie turned a troubled kid into a reckless one who got good at hiding his mischief. I got my first tattoo right after completing my community service. I wasn’t even seventeen when I got it.

“I wasn’t thinking,” I finally say, and wasn’t that always the problem?

Paula must sense that I don’t want to talk about it because she hums and changes the subject to something else. “Did I ever tell you my parents’ love story?” She nuzzles my neck, her hot breaths fanning my skin, and my cock starts to take notice, right along with the fingers trailing my skin. “My mother was my father’s one true love. He never remarried after she died...”

I hum, kissing her forehead. She’s told me this story before. About a home invasion gone wrong, and how her mother was caught in the crossfire. It’s another reason why I keep my past hidden from her. Christ, I’m sure it would hurt her if she saw my record. In my case, no one was hurt, but will she see it that way?

“…I’ve always wanted to find a love like theirs,” she whispers, brushing her lips over the side of my neck in a small kiss. “I’m glad I’ve finally found it.”

---