Page 83 of By His Play

Oh my god.

Oh my fucking god.

My eyes are so wide I don’t know how they don’t pop right out of my head as I watch my best friend’s head descend toward my pussy.

Surely, he’s not.

He won’t.

He—

My breath catches as he drags his tongue up my sensitive skin.

His eyes never leave mine as sensations I haven’t felt for the longest time flood through my system.

It’s so good. So intense that I forget anything else exists.

“Yes,” I cry, my arms giving out as he focuses on my clit.

I fall back onto my elbows; my eyes still locked on him.

I’m dreaming. I have to be.

This can’t really be happening.

Kieran, my best friend in the entire world who’s never looked at me like he wants me, is going down on me. And despite the fact he’s only just started, I’m pretty sure it’s going to be the best head of my life.

He licks and sucks at my clit. It makes my head spin. But it gets even worse when he bares his teeth and nips me.

Finally, I fall back, unable to hold myself up any longer.

“That’s a good girl,” he praises before diving back in.

That’s it. I’m gone. So fucking gone.

His palms spread my thighs even wider, and he indulges like a man who hasn’t feasted for a month.

“Kieran, oh my god,” I pant as my back arches from the cool countertop of the kitchen island.

I’m in the middle of the room; the blinds are open, and I’m exposed for anyone to see.

It should be enough to make me run and hide. Any other time it would, but right now, I don’t care.

Let the fucking world see.

Needing more, I reach for my breasts.

“Christ,” Kieran grunts between my thighs, watching as I squeeze my aching breasts and pinch my hard nipples.

The added sensation makes me whimper.

“So fucking hot,” he muses. “And you taste like the sweetest sin.”

“Please,” I whimper. “Please, Kieran.”

He chuckles, although hell knows what’s funny.

He’s stopped and left me high and?—

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