Page 62 of Best Friends
“Fuck, you’re so perfect, C.,” he whispers, his eyes burning into me.
I moan, pumping my hips up into his gripping hand. Every time I fuck his hand, when I sink back down I’m impaled on his seeking fingers. The double sensation of thrusting into his hand, and also having his fingers fucking my ass on the rebound is almost too much to handle.
“Oh, God,” I whimper, pushing down hard on the fingers inside my hole. “More. More.”
“Yeah?” His face is flushed and his shirt is wet from the splashes I’m making as I fuck myself on his hand. I can see the outline of his brown nipples through his wet dress shirt. His crotch is bulged too, showing me he’s as turned on as I am.
“Fuck me,” I beg. “Fuck my ass, Malc.”
“You sure, baby? This is just supposed to be about your pleasure.” Despite his words, I see the greedy hunger in his eyes. They’re silvery blue, like they always are when he’s aroused.
I put my feet on the side of the tub, spreading my thighs wide. “Please, fuck me,” I whine, aching to be taken.
The hungry growl he gives is animalistic. He was controlling himself for me before, but now that he has the green light, he’sgoing to take what he needs. He strips out of his pants fast, but doesn’t bother with his shirt. Instead, he climbs half-dressed into the tub with me and he’s on top of me within seconds.
Water sloshes over the side of the tub onto the floor, but we’re both past caring. His big hands push my thighs even wider and he lays on top of me. His weight pushes me deeper into the water, but my head is still out. Then the wide head of his cock is pressing against my quaking hole.
He kisses me as he thrusts inside in one brutal move, and my desperate cries are swallowed by him. My body shakes and trembles as he starts thrusting into me roughly. He’s not gentle. He’s taking what he wants and I fucking love it. I dig my nails into his drenched shirt as he fucks me like an animal.
Water slaps my chin and I can’t stop groaning with pleasure. His big cock thrusting inside my aching hole is so good, I could pass out from the ecstasy he’s giving me. He digs his fingers into my thighs, his eyes so bright blue they’re blinding. His teeth are almost bared as he watches me, pounding into me so deep I can’t breathe. He knows what I need and he’s giving it to me hard.
“You can’t really think I want any of those women, can you, C.?” His voice is hoarse. “Fuck, baby, this is all I want for the rest of my life. Me and you. Just me and you and our babies.”
“Malcolm,” I moan, meeting his fierce thrusts. “I can’t stand the thought of anyone touching you but me.”
“Never again. If anyone puts their hands on me, I’ll tell them to get their fucking hands off of me, okay, baby?”
I nod, my orgasm beginning to spiral up my throbbing cock. The water level has gone down in the tub because we’re fuckingso hard. The floor must be flooded, but neither one of us cares. All I want is to feel the hot flush of his seed inside my body.
“Just you, C. Just you for the rest of my fucking life.” The muscles of his throat distend as he grips the side of the tub. His lips part and I feel his cock swell inside me. “Shit, I’m gonna come, baby. I’m going to fill you so full of my seed.”
“Yeah, yeah, fill me full,” I whimper, arching my back as my orgasm slams into me. I’m not even touching my cock as I come in hot spurts all over his shirt. There’s only the thrusting of his thick cock inside me, and the rubbing of his clothed torso against my dick. But that’s more than enough to send me screaming over the edge. My cries are hoarse as I climax on his cock.
The hot pulse of his cum pouring inside my quaking ass makes my orgasm so delicious. My body opens to his seed. Even though I’m already pregnant, my body can’t resist soaking up his release. We thrust against each other, seeking maximum friction and pleasure as our climaxes wash through us.
He fucks me like a stallion until he begins to soften and my moans fade to nothing. I can barely open my eyes I’m so satiated. He pinches his dick to stop the knot from forming, and he gently pulls out of me. The bubbles are mostly gone, and the water is milky from all the seed and slick. He stumbles to his feet. Water sloshing everywhere.
He’s panting, as he manages to open the drain and release the water. Then he turns the faucets on again and he rinses my body clean. He strips his wet shirt off, and even though I just came, the sight of his naked, muscular body makes my dick twitch. He’s so fucking hot, and I can’t believe how into him I am. His thick masculine thighs and sinewy biceps turns me on more than anyone else ever has.
He helps me stand and dries me off with a fluffy towel. Then he leads me into the bedroom and helps me under the covers. The second my head hits the pillow, I’m out. Cocooned in warm sheets and my body relaxed from the warm bath and sex, I fall into a deep sleep.
I wake up a few hour later to the scent of something delicious cooking in the other room. I get out of bed and pull on sweatpants and a T-shirt. When I wander into the kitchen, Malcolm is sitting at the kitchen table with a bottle of iced tea. He smiles when he sees me and he stands.
“You’re awake.” He comes over and he gently kisses me. He brushes the hair off my forehead, his eyes warm. “I made stir fry.”
“I didn’t know you knew how to make stir fry.”
He smirks. “Neither did I.”
“Well, it smells great.” I take a seat across from his as I watch him move around the kitchen, filling our plates with food.
He sets a plate of stir fry in front of me and I stare down at the plate. The steam curls upward, carrying that sharp, savory scent of ginger, garlic, maybe a hint of sesame. The colors are a chaotic mix of red bell pepper, bright green broccoli, those thin slices of carrot that somehow still hold their crunch. Chicken glistens with a caramelized sauce that clings like glaze.
My first bite has me nodding happily. “Damn, that’s good, Malc.”
He beams. “Yeah?” He takes a bite and his dark brows lift. “That is good. Not bad for my first attempt.”
We eat in silence, but it’s a comfortable silence. My bad mood has vanished after hot sex and a nice nap. Once we’veeaten our fill, we do the dishes together. Malcolm tries to make me go into the living room, but I feel too guilty not helping.
