Page 109 of Fabulous Filthy Friend

The roll and flex of her hips in perfect rhythm steals my breath, and she presses her hands against my chest and digs her nails into my flesh.

Fuck!

A tiny sting. The bite of her scraping away at my skin. It’s enough to almost have me shoot off inside her. I open my eyes and meet her wild gaze. “Dig your fucking nails into me, babe. Make me fucking hurt.”

She groans and redoubles her efforts, her long caramel hair swirling around her with every movement, her fingernails biting into me hard enough to probably draw blood.

But I don’t give a fucking damn.

Rachel could brand me with her name for everyone in the fucking world to see, and I’d be happy.

All I care about is her getting off.

I trail a hand off her hip and down between us, and my thumb finds her clit. She jerks, and I roll and press against it as she rides me, her head dropped back, mouth falling open with her gasp. I dig my heels into the mattress to give myself more leverage and thrust up into her at the new angle as she comes down.

Her eyes fly open. “Oh, yeah, baby. Right there! Harder!”

I drive into her, trying to give her exactly what she needs. The head of my cock drags against her G-spot, and she groans, her rhythm faltering. I pinch her clit, and she gasps, her body jerking, pussy clutching at me with her release.

Rachel during orgasm is the most fucking beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. And watching her come undone is the ultimate push over the edge.

“I’m so fucking close to coming. I’m ready to shoot my load inside you, babe.”

The quivering pulses of her pussy slow, and she sags down for a second as I continue to brace my feet and pump up into her. But she pushes down with her knees to halt my movements and plants her palms flat against my chest.

Something wicked gleams in her eyes, and she shifts back, letting my hard, straining cock slide out of her. “You’re not coming inside me tonight.”

What the hell?

This is some time for her to suddenly become dominant. She’s been getting better about voicing what she wants without embarrassment, but the way her eyes are shimmering with mischief and lust right now, she’s definitely up to something.

She swallows thickly and scoots back between my legs.

What is she doing?

The camera sits to our left, angled to cover the bed but not too high. I can blur out anything we may not want it to catch, a fact Rachel must remember because she drops her head and flips her hair to the side, completely exposing her face—and giving the best view of what she’s about to do—before she lowers herself down. “I want to taste myself on your cock and drink your cum tonight.”

Oh, sweet mother of God.

And here I thought I was the filthy one.

I may have created a monster, but one of the best kind.

“That’s the sexiest thing I’ve heard come out that sweet fucking mouth of yours, babe.”

In response, she sucks me into her warm mouth in one smooth motion and moans around me.

Sweet fucking hell!

If I thought her pussy felt good tonight, it has nothing on what she’s doing now. Sucking, licking, flicking her tongue over the head of my cock.

She’s a woman on a mission. One I can definitely get behind.

And the tingle at the base of my spine tells me things have reached that critical stage. “Fuck, babe. I’m gonna come.” Her groan of approval around my flesh unleashes my orgasm like a tidal wave. “Yeah…fuck…suck it all down. Swallow every fucking drop of my cum.”

She sucks me so deep, the head of my dick brushes against the back of her throat with the last spurt, and she swallows, the muscles massaging the aching flesh.

I sag onto the bed.

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