Page 65 of Best Frenemies

I put up both hands immediately, rolling onto my back in defeat. “Oh, you win. You win anytime you want.”

She nods. Licks her lips. And proceeds to slide her body down mine until her mouth is mere inches away from my throbbing cock.

Fuck me.

“Who are you, and what have you done with Katy?” I say with a laugh, and she just grins up at me.

“Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think you do.”

Or maybe you’re finally letting go and doing what you feel,I think to myself.

“I can be wild sometimes,” she whispers and then licks her tongue down my length. “I can be a lot of things, actually.”

I nod. Katy Dayton isdefinitelyall the things and then some. I’ve always thought so—

She moves her lips and tongue down my length, sucking me toward the back of her throat, and it feels so fucking good that I can’t think about anything else.

Katy Dayton is sucking my cock.

Holy fucking shit.

I’ve always had endurance in this arena, but there’s just something about seeing her pretty little mouth wrapped around me that is almost too much to handle. It takes everything inside me not to come right on the spot.

Eventually, though, when I almost can’t take it anymore, I lift her back up my body and adjust her thighs so they’re straddling my hips.

“Ride me.”

I don’t have to tell her twice.

With her hands gripping my shoulders, she rides me like a pretty little rodeo queen, her hips gyrating and thrusting on top of me as she moves herself up and down my length. Her breasts bounce with each of her movements, and I reach up to grip them in my big hands.

A moan falls from her lips, and her eyes become hooded.

“That’s a good girl,” I tell her through a clenched jaw and grip her hips when her head falls back. “Don’t stop, babe. Keep going. Make yourself come on my cock.”

I’m hanging on by a thread at this point. My dick is pulsing so hard with the urge to come that I have to grit my teeth to keep myself contained.

And when I feel her squeeze me tight in rhythmic waves and her body vibrate with her climax, I come so hard I almost pass the fuck out.

“I normally start my day with coffee,” Katy whispers in a breathless voice, her head resting on my chest and her body still entwined with mine. “But I guess this is a pretty good way to start the day too.”

“You guess?” I question through a chuckle and tickle at her ribs.

She giggles and squirms with a shrug and a wink and, eventually, disentangles her body from mine and uses one of her crutches to get off the bed. “Come on, Mr. Dirty Talker. We better get on the road.”

“Mr. Dirty Talker?” I question and lean up on my elbows.

“Bingo, buddy. It’s your thing.” She laughs again, but she also flashes a little wink at me. “But don’t worry, I didn’t mind.”

Didn’tmind? As in past tense?

Why don’t I like the sound of that?

Mack

“You really didn’t have to drop me off first,” Katy says as I pull the rental SUV to a stop in front of her apartment building. “I would’ve been fine taking the subway back after you returned the rental.”

“It’s no big thing. I’ll drop this off at JFK, grab my paddleboard from baggage—assuming it made it—and take the subway home. I’ll be at my apartment by eleven at the latest.”

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