Page 50 of Don't Fall For Your Best Friend

Hearing my name fall from her lips does something to me I can’t explain. It’s overwhelming in the best possible way. My overheated blood pumps through my system at a rapid rate, turning me on. Hardening my cock.

Fuck.

“Your tits are amazing, Hart. Damn perfection.”

I give her tits the attention they deserve, sucking on each nipple as my fingers dig into her skin. I suck on each one, hoping like hell I leave her marked. A reminder of where I’ve been.

As I lick around her nipples, I glide my hands back down her body, under her dress. I need to know if she’s as wet as I think she is. If she’s as turned on as I am.

I squeeze her ass as I suck on the flesh of her tit, and she widens her legs. It’s a silent invitation to the destination of my dreams.

My fingers trace the top of her lace panties and down the side. I slip my fingers into the thin fabric and my dick begs for mercy when I feel her soft pussy.

I lift my eyes to her face as my fingers explore her for the first time. They glide between her wet folds and brush lightly over her clit. Her lips part and she lets out a moan as her head falls back.

She’s so fucking pretty.

“This is my paradise, Hartford. Your pussy is dripping wet, and it’s the most erotic thing I’ve experienced. My cock is painfully hard knowing I’m the one making you feel this good. But I can’t stop now. I need to make you come. I need to experience that with you.”

Her eyes open and lock with mine. The heat and passion I see looking back at me is intense, and I fucking love it.

“Do it, Paxton. Please.”

“Fuck,” I hiss.

I move my fingers down her wet pussy and when I reach her entrance, I don’t wait. I push two fingers in and we both moan. And the world slips away. Her tight heat grips my fingers and my dick’s immediately jealous, waiting for his chance. I pump my fingers and she moves with me.

“This is like a fucking dream come true.”

“God, I know.”

She knows?

I move my fingers faster, finger fucking her hard now. “Tell me, Hartford, tell me the truth. Have you fantasized about us being together?”

I twist my fingers and she nearly screams, biting down on my shoulder. “Yes, Paxton, yes I have.”

“Fuck yes,” I growl.

I continue to finger fuck her while my lips get back to giving her tits the attention they deserve. Her hips move against my fingers, taking me deep inside her. She’s riding me right here in the club, not caring who’s around. I don’t stop. I couldn’t if I wanted to. I need to make her come. It’s the only thing I can focus on right now.

“That’s it, keep riding my fingers. I need to feel you come all over them.”

“I’m close, so close,” she breathes.

I scissor my fingers and she cries out in pleasure. I don’t care that people are staring at us right now. I don’t care that we are being loud. I only care that I am the one bringing Hartford closer to finding her release. My body shakes, knowing I’m giving her this much pleasure. I’m the reason she’s about to come and that is fucking powerful.

“Don’t fight it, Hartford. Give me what we both need,” I demand.

I bite down on her hard nipple and her pussy tightens on my fingers.

“Paxton, this is it,” she cries out.

“Fuck yes, Hartford. Let go.”

She does. Her release covers my fingers as her head drops back while her hips push harder against me.

Fuck me. I’ll never be the same.