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“I will.”
And all it takes is those two little words and I start to move. I start off slow, so that she can used to it, and then pick up speed when she digs her nails into my back.
I pick up the pace and start fucking Sophia harder and harder. Our pants and moans fill the room and it feels like the both of us are on the brink of explosion.
Sliding into her feels so fucking right, that I don’t want to stop doing it.
I pound into her and when she moans out my name, it just drives me even crazier.
“I need you to get to the edge, Soph. I need you to come before I do. Please, I need you to give me everything that you got.”
She shakes her head against her pillow. “I don’t know if I can.”
“You can, baby. You can. You pussy is wrap so tightly around me, I can feel how ready you are. Come, Sophia.” I place my fingers against her clit and start drawing small circles with my thumb to get her closer to the brink.
“Blake, oh my god. Yes,” she moans out, her eyes closing and her head getting thrown back.
I feel her tighten around me even more, so I continue to pound into her and rubbing circles against her clit.
Her pussy is pulsating around me and when I slam into her one more time, she lets go.
“Oh my god! Oh my god,” she screams out, her release taking over.
Not being able to hold back anymore, I take the image of her coming around my cock just now and let go of my own release.
I grunt into her neck, releasing everything that I got into the condom.
Now I know what Sophia meant by seeing black spots when experiencing an orgasm. What we just did, was fucking intense and black spots cloud my vision because of it.
Feeling like I’m probably crushing her, I finally move my body off hers, and lie next to her, taking in the moment.
It takes me a second to realize what just happened.
I just had sex with my best friend.
I just had sex with Sophia, and there is no going back.
Holy shit.
What did we just do?
CHAPTER TWELVE
SOPHIA
For some reason,I’m jerked awake.
My eyes pop open and it takes me a second to take in my surroundings and figure out what might have woken me up, but it’s just me in my room, in my bed.
It must have been a dream that I don’t remember.
I roll over to my side, and right away I’m met with a whiff of Blake’s cologne that he started wearing on his eighteen birthday. That was the day that he said that he was an adult now and he could wear adult shit and smell nice. That memory makes me roll my eyes, because it triggers another one where he dragged to every single department store that the mall closes to us had to offer, so that he can find his signature scent. He was able to find it six hours later, and now he wears it all the time.
As I continue smelling it, though, all the memories from last night start to flow back.
For a second, I was thinking that it was a dream, but the more I smell his cologne on my pillow, something that is rarely there, no matter how many times he’s been in my room, the more the things that happened last night become clearer.
We had sex.
