A Filthy Friend (Filthy Line #5) - Jaxson Kidman Page 0,42

against my back.

That made me smile.

Her right leg bent a little and she leaned back an inch or two, offering herself to me even more.

I began to lick her top to bottom.

My tongue splashed in her wetness, moving faster, purposely becoming noisy.

I wanted her to hear what her body was feeling.

Her left heel dug into my back.

Her hips began to rock.

I gave her my tongue, thrusting it into her pussy, her body clenching against me.

She rocked faster and her breaths became louder.

My hands moved up to the small of her back and I spread my fingers wide, letting her know I could keep her standing no matter what.

I kissed to her clit again, my lips slowly closing around and suckling it, waiting for my reward.

“Sab,” Bree said. “Sab… I’m…”

I opened my mouth and made a wet pop sound.

My tongue was unleashed again.

I didn’t dance around her clit this time. No fucking way. She was on the edge of orgasm and I wasn’t going to mess around with that.

This moment was for one reason.

Her pleasure.

I needed her to come.

I needed to feel it…

I growled as I brought her to climax.

With her left leg still over my shoulder, I felt all the muscles in her leg tighten.

She moved her hips in a way that nobody at a strip club could ever come close to doing.

My cock was so thick and rigid, it was twisted up in a painful way in my jeans, begging to come out and play.

Each time Bree thrust herself at my tongue, she let out a breathless sigh.

Over and over.

And then…

She threw her leg off my shoulder and pushed herself away.

She took a few stumbling steps and looked flustered as her mouth fell open.

It was maybe one of the hottest things I’d ever seen in my life.

My perfect, beautiful best friend… Bree… standing there with hips still slowly rocking. Knowing that inside her core she was still throbbing, her body demanding that more of her sweet honey release itself to me.

I slowly stood up and without a word, I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and took it off.

When I stepped toward Bree, I opened the front of my jeans.

There was nothing on under those jeans.

But she was going to find that out on her own.

My body collided with hers, my right hand moved around her body and I picked her up off her feet then walked her to the bed.

I stood her right against the bed and inched my hand up to her bra.

With a quick twist of my fingers, her strapless bra opened.

Her breasts pushed forward but weren’t exposed, yet.

I felt my heart racing.

Like it was the first time I was doing this.

I almost couldn’t believe Bree was doing this to me.

Making me feel this way.

I took a small step back and watched the strapless bra fall between us.

That first sight of her breasts made my knees wobble.

My hands cupped under her, already knowing she was made for my hands.

Her nipples were perky, beautiful rose-pink nubs, leaving my mouth wanting to taste them.

“Fuck, Bree, can you be any more beautiful?” I whispered.

I watched as she shivered at my comment.

My eyes moved to her eyes. “Has anyone not talked to you during this?”

She slowly moved her head left to right.

My right thumb swiped across her left nipple.

She took a breath.

“Your pussy tasted like everything I had ever dreamed of, Bree,” I said. “Do you want to know how many times I stroked my cock thinking about you? How many times I shut my eyes and pictured you on top of me in the bed of my truck? You were worth the wait, babe.”

“Fuck,” she managed to say before biting her bottom lip.

I dipped my head down to her chest, engulfing her left breast with my mouth.

She cried out again and clawed at my back.

That was a quick move by her because something clicked for Bree.

Her hands moved between my legs and pushed my jeans down enough to expose my cock.

I wasn’t going to lie… when my cock was freed, it was a relief.

And it also didn’t hurt that Bree grabbed me with both hands and began to stroke as though she’d been doing it for years to me.

I growled and my teeth grazed her nipple.

She shivered and pulled away.

I looked up at her.

We both smiled.

“How does it feel, babe?” I asked.

“I can see why you’re a rock star, Sab…”

“Ready for it?”

“You know that I am,” she said.

“Tell me that you’re ready, Bree. Tell me that your pussy is