Page 75 of Fabulous Filthy Friend

Flynn has seen me in less than this before. Every time we hit the beach and I don a bikini. But a grin spreads across his face, one I haven’t seen in the five years we’ve known each other. The look of seeing something he wants and knowing it’s his.

And I am his.

I’ve been his the whole time; I just didn’t know it.

I never let myself even consider acting on any attraction toward Flynn. I denied it when Alicia or Flynn’s mother joked about us getting together. I cared about him, about us too much and knew it would only ruin things. But now, all those years spent pushing away the fact that I was attracted to him just feels stupid. Like such a waste of time and energy when we could have been doing this.

Flynn rubs his palm over the bulge at the front of his pants and licks his lips. “Lose the pants, babe.”

I slide my fingers to the waistband and shimmy them down, taking it extra slow to ensure he has time to appreciate the goods. He unbuttons his fly and unzips his jeans while he watches. His huge cock swells at the top, begging to be freed, and the thought of it being so close, so in reach, has my mouth watering.

His tongue darts out across his lips, and his eyes roam over me, scorching my skin everywhere his gaze lands. “Damn, that’s sexy, Rach. I can’t wait to get in that ass.”

Damn.

He really is dirty.

We’ll deal with that later—the whole “going to no-man’s land” idea. For right now, there’s only one place I want him. I reach down and tug my pants off my feet before I unhook my bra and let it fall down my arms onto the floor.

Flynn’s eyes glow with an appreciation I’ve never seen from another man. Because he knows me. He knows all of me now. “Christ, you’re fucking perfect, Rach. I can’t wait to taste every fucking inch of you.”

My clit throbs, and I press my legs together against the heat building between them. It won’t be long now. He’s not going to draw this out any more than he has to. Neither one of us wants slow and sweet, and we both know it. My fingers find the strings of my thong, but his hand shoots out and grabs my right wrist.

“Stop. Let me take those off.”

He slides his palm to my hip and across my stomach before his fingers slip down into my wet slit.

I shudder and grip his shoulders. “Oh, God, Flynn.”

He presses a finger up inside me and flicks my engorged clit with his thumb. A jolt of electric pleasure sizzles through me, and I grind against him, desperate for more friction. More everything.

Why did we wait so long to do this?

Because we were both blind and utterly stupid.

He pulls his hand away, and I release a frustrated groan. Deft fingers tug my thong down my legs, and I step out of it and kick it away.

Flynn swallows thickly, his lust-soaked gaze scanning every inch of my exposed body. “On your hands and knees.”

The order sends another shudder down my spine. A good fucking shudder. One I wouldn’t mind feeling every damn day of my life. Anticipation of finally getting what I want.

I turn around to face the chaise and climb on all fours as instructed with a glance over my shoulder at him. My entire body vibrates.

I’ve never seen Flynn like this. So hard. So on edge. So…almost feral.

This is a totally different side he keeps hidden far away from the world. A side I want to know.

He unbuttons his shirt and lets it slide off his shoulders before tugging off his pants and letting his dick spring totally free.

Holy shit.

It’s even bigger than the videos and pictures made it look. Flynn steps up between my legs, and his hand connects with my ass in a sharp slap.

“Oww!” I rock forward, the sting of his smack still burning my skin.

He leans over me and grips my hair tightly to force my head back until our gazes lock. “You sure you’re ready for this, babe?”

I try to nod but his grip in my hair keeps me prone.

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