A Filthy Friend (Filthy Line #5) - Jaxson Kidman Page 0,57

babe?” I asked.

I dipped my mouth down between her legs again. The tip of my tongue hooked under her clit and flicked.

Her body jumped and she groaned.

“Was that a dream?” I asked.

“Sab…”

“Tell me you want my mouth to eat your pussy,” I said.

I flicked my tongue again.

She groaned again. “Yes… do it…”

“Do what, babe?” I asked.

I ran the tip of my tongue down between her folds and back up… slow…

Bree whimpered. “What you just did. Keep going…”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Bree,” I said. “You have to tell me.”

I pressed my nose to her clit and shook my head, teasing her.

Finally, she looked down at me.

Our eyes met.

“Taste me, Sab.”

“More,” I whispered.

“Make me come.”

“More, babe.”

“E…” She groaned. “Oh, fuck. Eat my pussy, Sab. Right now.”

It felt like my cock was going to explode hearing her say something so fucking filthy to me.

I growled and put my mouth to her sweetness again.

I didn’t move away this time. I suckled her folds. My tongue moved in all directions on and around her clit. I made her dance on the bed, her hips unsure what to do. My hands slid up her beautiful body and I cupped her breasts. She quickly put her hands to mine and squeezed.

I pulled, wanting her closer to me.

She ground her pussy against my tongue.

I thrust against her body and entered her.

Her warm swell clenched against my tongue as she kept moving up and down.

I paused for just a few seconds to admire her and what she was doing.

When I eased my tongue from her body and moved back up to her clit, she let out a loud cry and I knew she was on the edge.

I opened my mouth and moved my tongue faster than Bree could keep up with. Her body lifted from the bed like she was going to levitate into the air.

As she began to come - announcing to us in the room and anyone who could hear her screams - I smiled and slowly closed my mouth over her pussy and stayed right there, not wanting to waste a drop of her honey.

That’s when I realized a couple things.

First - I wanted Bree to be my breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Second - I was absolutely in love with her.

“Fuck me from behind.”

Four words spoken into my mouth as I was kissing Bree in the shower. While fucking her.

I had her positioned against the wall with her left leg up, giving me all the access I needed to her body.

After I took care of her in bed, she said she needed a shower. And me in the shower with her.

Done.

My right hand moved from her breast up to her mouth.

I stroked her bottom lip with my thumb.

“Look at how filthy you are, babe,” I whispered. “Talking that way to me…”

I still slowly fucked her. Feeling her beautiful body sheathing me, thrusting at me, tempting me into coming too soon so Bree could tell the band and I could get my balls broken for years to come.

Bree bit my thumb.

I pulled my hand away.

“Are you going to listen to me or what?” she asked.

I stepped away from her and looked at her naked body.

She reached forward and grabbed my cock with her left hand as she turned around. She inched back toward me, stroking my cock, then letting it go and pinning my cock between our bodies.

As she wiggled against me, my hands moved around to the front of her body and up to her breasts.

I must have hit the secret spot somewhere in or on her body because Bree was… fucking wild.

A part of me wondered if she was always this wild.

That made me want to scream with jealousy.

The thought of another man having her like this… another man who didn’t know what to do with her or to her…

I lowered my mouth down to her neck and kissed her wet skin.

She reached up and back for my hair, digging her nails into my scalp and then pulling my hair.

My teeth grazed her skin and I groaned.

“You better not come right now, Sab,” Bree said.

“Then you better quit shaking your ass and body, babe,” I whispered.

“What’s wrong? Can’t contain yourself for a minute?”

I quickly moved my hands down to her hips.

I pushed her away from me.

Without a word, she bent forward, her hands touching the wall, the shower water hitting the middle of her body.

This was everything I had thought about during long and lonely nights.

In hotel rooms. On the tour bus. Backstage.

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