Bad Boy Best Friend - Hope Ford Page 0,23

watches as I take off all my clothes. When I stand up from taking off my pants, she bursts out, “Oh fuck!”

My eyes jerk up to hers, but she’s looking down at my hard cock. She gets up on her knees, wanting to get closer. She reaches out for me and as soon as her hand wraps around my girth, my hips jerk. “Austin, I mean, I’ve always wondered, but oh my God, you’re big.”

If it was anyone else, I would just shake the words off, but not from her. I cover her hand with mine and use them to stroke me once… and then again. My voice is deep and ragged. “So you’ve thought about this?”

Her eyes flare at what she just admitted, but she doesn’t back down. “Yeah, I’ve thought about it, but trust me, I never imagined that.”

She takes her finger and swipes a bead of cum off my tip before pulling it to her mouth to taste me. I almost come on the spot.

I put my hands around her waist and push her backward, lying down beside her. My hands trail up and down her naked body, wanting to touch her everywhere. “I want to be inside you… raw.”

“I’m clean… Keith always…”

But I stop her. “I don’t want to hear his name on your lips. I trust you. And you need to know that I would never put you in danger. You’ll be my first without anything.”

She slaps me on the chest and rolls her eyes at me. I’m glad she’s being herself, that we’re being us. “I trust you, Austin. You know I do.”

My hand slides down between her legs and she’s so wet. My cock hurts I want in there so bad. “I don’t trust myself to pull out,” I confess to her and the image of her round with our baby almost has me spurting my seed across the bed.

She pulls me on top of her, spreading her legs until I’m positioned between them. “I’m on the pill.”

I nod my head, trying to hide my disappointment. One step at a time, Austin. You have all the time in the world to convince her she’s yours.

I want to go slow. I want to savor this, but it’s like my cock has a mind of its own. I push into her gently at first, until she’s lifting her hips up and urging me on. Her pussy vibrating around my cock, snug and tight, I move in and out of her.

And my eyes don’t leave her face. When she seems to like something, I do it more. My hips piston in and out of her and I want to hold off, but she feels so good. I reach down to kiss her, to reassure her, but when our mouths collide and her tongue probes between my lips, I lose all control. Her warmth, her body, God just her, sucks me in and all I can do is push in and out of her, bringing us both to the edge. I pull out of her and plunge back in, trying to hold off, but I can’t. She’s too hot, too wet, just too much. She’s whimpering, begging me to give her mercy, to let her come, and I angle my hips, stroking her along her g spot and until she shatters underneath me, screaming my name as I pound into her, filling her with my seed. Making love to Laney is wild, hot, and earthshattering.

Laney

He falls down beside me, both of us spent, our bodies sore and breath still ragged. For one second, I wonder if we’ve fucked up, if we just did something that is going to alter our friendship, and we’ll never be the same.

But when he reaches for me, pulling my naked body against his, kissing my lips, my neck, my forehead, I have a little peace knowing that it’s going to be okay.

He tangles his arms and legs with mine, pulling me halfway onto his body. “I’m too big,” I mutter against his hot skin.

I can feel the rumble of his chest under my cheek. His hands slide down my back and he cups my ass, holding me where I’m at. “You’re joking, right? Fuck, Laney, you’re perfect.”

And I can hear it in his voice. He means it. He really thinks I’m perfect. At least right now he does.

I lift my head and put my chin on his chest to look up at him. Already, I can feel his cock hardening against my