Page 11 of Claimed By my Best Friend

“I love… Oh!” She gasps when I snag her ankle and pull her to the edge of the bed, my eyes locked on hers when I drop down to my knees on her pink rug. Her cheeks pick up a pretty hue when I take her knees and settle them on my shoulders, exposing her pink heaven, glistening with arousal. “Darrell…”

“You’re wet,” I say with amazement. “I haven’t even started touching you, angel, and you are dripping.”

She flushes at my words, clearly embarrassed by them. “I…I never thought I would be in this position with you…”

“And what position is that?” I rasp, leaning in and kissing her inner thigh.

“This,” she whispers, a shudder running through her when I kiss a path up her thigh. “Doing this. Hearing you say that you have feelings for me. It’s unreal.”

“Let me make it real for you, angel.”

That is all the warning she gets before I’m dragging my tongue over the wet valley of her sex. She cries out, hips bucking off the bed, but I am only getting started. I’m starved. For her. For everything. For the taste of her pussy, the noises she makes when I pleasure her, and how fucking good it feels to do so.

Mine!

Her body and her pleasure all belong to me. And I take all that to heart as I lose myself in her scent of peach and the sugary slickness of her pussy, lapping at her arousal like a starved man. I feel every bit like one. I feel her grow wetter by the second, her juices coating my mouth and chin, her clit swelling under the fast stroke of my tongue.

“Darrell!” she sobs, her fingers clenching and unclenching over her sheets, rocking and rolling her hips feverishly with the need for release. Her stomach shudders and her thighs begin to shake as I lick and fuck her with my tongue. “Oh God…Darrell!” She’s close. I can tell with the way she whines my name and how her movements grow feverish as she grinds into every stroke of my tongue. The way she tears at her sheets, bucking on the bed wildly. Her pussy begins to quiver against my tongue, her body shaking as she braces for a storm. I reach up and fondle her tit in my palm as I lick her wet folds, wanting and craving her release just as much as she does. Perhaps even more.

“Mine!” I growl against her sex, closing my mouth hungrily over her swollen bud in slow suction before increasing the pressure as I pinch her nipple between my knuckles, and that is what sends her over the edge.

She orgasms with a scream, her hips bucking and body thrashing on the bed. She turns into a babbling, gasping mess, rocking and arching into my stroking tongue. Her arousal trickles down my mouth and chin, her sex pulsing wildly as I work her through the climax. “Darrell… Oh God. Oh!”

Mine!I think again as I rake my tongue over her trembling sex as she sobs, rough tremors coursing through her body. My dick is as hard as stone, poking angrily at my sweatpants and begging for release. She’s still trembling when I pull away, her face flushed and tits shaking as she heaves her breaths.

“Fuck, I need to be inside of you,” I say raggedly, pushing to my feet. I shrug off my sweats and step out of them before climbing into bed with her. Her eyes are dazed as she backs up on the bed and I follow her, my cock throbbing. Something akin to need crosses those beautiful green eyes when I settle over her. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this, Paula.”

“Me too,” she breathes, her eyes dropping to my cock. “It’s big. Not that I have anything to compare it to, but, Jesus, Darrell. Are you sure about this?” For the first time since walking into her apartment, I read worry in her eyes.

“Scared?”

“A little,” she admits before wrapping her arms around my shoulders and pulling my head down to hers. Our breaths mingle between us, her eyes locked on mine. “I’m a little nervous, but it’s you, and I’ve wanted you since…forever.”

“I’ll take care of you, angel.”

“I know. I trust you,” she whispers. “I love you.”

There is no getting used to hearing these words from her. It’s not like she’s never told me she loved me before, but it was never in this context. It always had an effect on me, but it never sent my heart beating out of control.

Mine!

I crush my mouth down on hers, and I am like a madman in the way I kiss her. Our tongues twine in a fever of need, the sweetness of her lips nearly pushing me over the edge.

With my mouth locked on hers, I grip my cock and guide it to her wet hole. She whimpers into the kiss when I nudge the crown of my shaft into her opening, and there is little resistance before she relaxes a bit and allows me in. My balls ache, threatening to explode if I don’t slam forward and jackhammer into an orgasm, but I restrain myself. This is her first time, a precious gift she’s letting me claim. A part of her she’s never let another man have. Only me.

Only ever me!

Paula is mine, and I will do everything I can to make sure she doesn’t hurt. Even if it kills me, and God, it feels like it just might.

“You are so fucking tight, angel,” I grind out, my muscles tense and my pulse drumming wildly under my skin. Her hot channel is cinched hard around my cock, making it difficult for me to move an inch, and it’s a fucking test of my control. “It’ll hurt less if you let me in, sweetheart.”

“H-how?” she pants.

“Need you to relax for me.”

“Okay,” she nods, her breath coming out shakily as she rakes her nails up and down my shoulders nervously. It takes her a second, but I feel her relax around me. Her eyes are trusting, and goddamn, she wrecks me with the way she looks at me.

“It’s fine, baby. I’ll take care of you,” I rasp, my mouth colliding with hers in a searing kiss. I inch deeper into her, swallowing her gasp and giving her time to adjust before pushing in another inch, and that’s when I feel it. The thin layer protecting her innocence. With my mouth locked on hers, I punch forward and tear through her virginal barrier.

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