Page 29 of My Always One

I want that.

I wantthatand more.

The surge of desire overwhelms me. She is like nothing I've ever imagined having for my own in my entire life. Then again, she's the one who's always been there, the one who knows me, my friend.

The need for more is coursing through my bloodstream, electrifying every nerve ending, and intensifying my senses. I feel every inch of her beneath me, my chest on hers, and my erection against her stomach. The way her silky, wet pussy squeezes my fingers, I can’t imagine what it will do to my dick. And damn, the noises she’s making are echoing off the walls.

How is it possible to want somebody so badly when that somebody has always been near?

Images I never entertained are creating an erotic slideshow in my mind.

Sami writhing beneath me.

Sami on her knees as her pink tongue darts out to lick my rock-hard dick.

I imagine watching her lips as I fist her hair and she takes me deep into her throat. I hear her gasping for air as her head bobs up and down. My cock aches thinking about her taking me, all of me, until I come and she swallows every last drop. I don’t want to stop there. If this goes a second more, I won’t stop.

I want to slide inside her core and feel those warm walls clench around me like they are doing to my fingers.

My brain is sayingno.

It's saying all the words that meanno.

Such as stop.

And don't do this.

And this isn't a good idea.

My brain is saying that this new agreement will never work. It's telling me to tuck my friend into my bed and move to the couch. It's telling me to jack off in the bathroom and forget this ever happened.

I've never been good at listening to my brain.

Especially not when another part of my anatomy is in on the debate.

I lean forward and take her lips, capture them, claim them. My brain says to be gentle, to merely brush our lips as friends do. Fuck my brain. All self-control is quickly fleeing. Gentle isn't in my vocabulary.

Twenty-plus years of being gentle with Sami are suddenly washed away by a flood of desire, much like the flood saturating my pumping fingers. I push closer, bruising her lips, making them red and puffy. As I do, a soft whimper escapes Sami's mouth. It's just the encouragement I need as I plunge my tongue between her lush lips.

Her warm mouth is ecstasy. It's sweet, like grapes, while also tart like wine. The lethal combination enters my system, erasing all sense of right and wrong.

My brain tries one more time: this is Sami, Samantha Anderson, the girl down the street, my best friend. Remember when we were kids...

I shut it down.

That knowledge and definition of this hotter-than-hell vixen quickly morphs to the woman in my apartment, in my arms, and grinding against me.

My body is no longer reasoning or listening to my mind. It’s on a path of no return as Sami’s heartbeat quickens, her moans fill the room, and her slick pussy clenches again, covering my fingers in more of her honey.

My God. Her pussy is heaven.

Who the fuck knew?

Her mouth is paradise.

How did I never know?

And her body...those tits are sublime.

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