Page 27 of Best Friend's Dirty Ex

I'm in control of this encounter.

Not him.

Me.

And that's exactly how I want it.

Moments later, we’re both naked and his hot skin against mine leaves me breathless and excited. There’s nothing gentle about the encounter. My need for him overwhelms everything else and I spin him around, then practically jump on him.

Straddling his hips, I take every inch of him in one single push, already so wet and ready there’s almost no resistance. The sensation of his hot, thick shaft filling me up has a moan squeezing out of my lungs. His hands slip up my belly to toy with my nipples and it’s all I can do to not let my eyes roll back in my head as the sensations rise over me like a tidal wave.

My hips buck wildly in a similar rhythm to the woman I’d watched outside, and the grinding pressure on my clit leaves my body teetering on the edge of orgasm almost instantly as his fingers gently pinch and roll my nipples, sending twin threads of pleasure bolting through my belly right to my core.

I’ve never felt so free, so open, so desired by anyone before, nor have I ever felt so in control. His gaze locks on mine, his handsome jaw flexing as his body flexes and shifts with mine. “You’re so damn sexy,” he growls, grinding the words out with effort.

I clamp down tight on his hips, still bucking as I lean my weight into his hands, letting him help support me as I continue the punishing riding motion. My entire body winds up tight as he hardens within me, increasing the pleasure building in me with every motion, every second, every sensation.

The soft scent of the room mingles with his manly cologne, and I bite my lip on a whimper as he continues to tease and torture me, dragging me headlong to the finish line. “You’re better than I could ever have imagined,” he says, his gaze wandering my body before meeting my eyes again.

“So sexy, so beautiful, so fuckable.”

With every word he has the hairs on my body standing on end and I throw my head back, loving the sensation of him within me, the feeling of his skilled hands on my body, the sound of his voice as he speaks to me.

“I’ve wanted you since I laid eyes on you,” he whispers, bringing me back to the present.

I glance down at him, stunned by his words and wondering if he’s telling me the truth. But the look in his eyes tells me he means every word and with a stunned sound deep in my throat, I feel my body clench down tight as ripples of pleasure roll through me.

Gasping as the sensations threaten to drown me, I feel my body freeze up, but he’s quick to roll me over, his fingers lacing with mine as his palms press mine into the bed over my head. My legs are locked around his hips still as he plunges home in me, taking his own punishing pace that compliments every spasm pulsing through my core.

His lips meet mine, the kiss quick, desperate, hungry, and perfect as pleasure continues to radiate through my body from my center to the tips of my toes, the top of my scalp, and the nerve endings in my fingertips.

“You’re mine,” he growls, and my nipples tighten up even more somehow as he plunges home in me. “I don’t think I can let you go.”

The words should terrify me, but instead, I melt into him, giving him every bit of me as he swells deep in my body, and I feel his heat spill into the depths of me.

“Mine,” he whispers, pressing his lips to my cheek before nibbling my jaw as his hips come to a stop.

He rests his weight on his elbows, nuzzles my neck and whispers, “Am I hurting you?”

I shake my head no, feeling happy, warm, and safe in his arms.

Chapter Fourteen

Troy

It's not even about winning the bet anymore.

It's not about satisfying this craving I have for her.

Because sleeping with her didn't end my desire for her like I expected.

I don't give a damn that I won the bet.

I care about her. When she'd come to me and told me about her ex, about what she'd done, about how she'd slapped him and ran straight into my arms, I realized that I want to be her safe haven. I want to be the person that she can turn to, the person she can trust when she feels like her life is a storm.

Now I want to be the one that she comes to when she needs to blow off steam. Because sex with Everly was the best sex I've ever had. I've never let a woman be in control like that before, and yet I knew somehow that she needed to lead. She needed to be in charge, and relinquishing the reins to her was the most vulnerable I've ever felt. It's an addictive feeling, a powerful one, one that I want to repeat as often as she’ll let me.

On the flip side, I'm worried about how she's going to feel about what we’ve done. She's going to think that she betrayed her best friend, but I know the truth. All along, Lyla has been lying to her. The friendship that the women share isn't as strong as she thinks because if Lyla's been lying every step of the way, then Everly hasn't known the whole truth. Truth, trust, honesty are all important to friendships, and Lyla isn’t good at any of them.

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