Gifting Me To His Best Friend - Katee Robert Page 0,17
myself along his length. “Just another toy?”
“Aren’t you empty, baby? Wouldn’t it be good to be filled with that toy in your hand?”
Now it’s my turn to play the reluctant party. “I don’t know.” I arch up, offering him my breasts again. “I can’t think.”
“Then don’t think.” He’s actively touching me now. Grabbing my ass and squeezing, his fingers skating down the lower curve to guide me forward and up. And then down his stomach, until the head of his cock is there. Derek exhales and then he’s there at my entrance. “Just a little, baby. Just the tip hardly counts.”
“Derek, we shouldn’t.” But I roll my hips to take him inside. “Oh fuck, that feels good.” I do it again, working my way down his length. “Just one stroke. Just one isn’t really fucking.”
“That’s right baby. Only one stroke doesn’t count.” He pulls me tight against him, sealing us together.
He felt good behind me, but this position feels a thousand times hotter. Or maybe that’s the fantasy doing it, playing at cheating on my husband. I rock on his cock, but he doesn’t let me put any distance between us. When I whimper, Derek leans back against the couch, reclining until my tits are in his face. “It’s still only one stroke as long as I don’t leave you.” He grinds me down on him, drawing forth another whimper. “And why would I want to leave this hot, tight pussy? You’re so wet, Emma. Just for me.”
I dig my fingers into his hair and pull his head to my breasts. “I’m so close to coming. This is so wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this.”
He keeps pulsing up into me, grinding me on his cock, against his stomach. It’s so fucking filthy, a complete violation of the rules we just created. “It’s only one stroke, Emma. Just one little stroke. It hardly counts.” He sucks hard on one nipple, making me whimper. “But, fuck, I could come from this stroke alone.”
I’m so close, I’m panting. “You can’t, Derek. If you come inside me, he’ll know. He’ll catch us.”
“It’s okay, baby.” He nips the underside of my breast and soothes it with his tongue. “If I come inside you, I’ll lick that pussy clean. I promise. He’ll never know that you were out here, riding my cock, taking me so fucking deep, using me like your own personal sex toy.”
It’s too much. I come hard, writhing on his cock, moaning and whimpering and forgetting entirely that we’re supposed to be quiet. Derek keeps me sealed to him, something like wonder flickering across his expression. “Fuck, Emma. You’re perfection.”
I feel loose and downright punch-drunk. I roll my hips, working myself on his cock as much as he’ll allow. “I can’t believe we’re doing this. We need to stop.”
“Too late, Emma. Too fucking late. You’ve let me inside and I’ve spent seven long years thinking about how I’d fuck you if given a chance.” His hands tighten on my hips. “Do you really want me to stop?” A devastating grin spreads across his mouth. “Or do you want me to fuck you properly?”
There’s only ever been one answer to that question, and it’s the one I give him now. “Don’t stop.”
He loops an arm around my waist and turns, laying me down on the couch. I half expect him to cover me with his body, but Derek stays kneeling between my spread legs. He pushes my thighs up and wide and thrusts slowly into me. “I couldn’t see properly before.”
I prop myself up on my elbows as best I can and watch his cock disappear into me, captivated by the sight. “You feel so good,” I gasp.
“Looks just as good.” He pulls halfway out and delivers a series of shallow thrusts that have me fighting not to close my eyes. “You like the sight of my cock in your pussy, Emma? Spreading you so fucking wide and you just take it, don’t you? You’re greedy for it.”
“Yes.” I moan, cupping my breasts and plucking at my nipples. He promised to fuck me properly, but he’s teasing and it’s driving me crazy. “Hurry. He might wake up.”
“Fuck no, I’m not rushing this.” He sinks into me to the hilt and then starts his slow retreat. “Look down, Emma. That’s not your husband’s cock that’s wet with your orgasm. It’s not Grayson’s cock inside you right now, making you feel so good. It’s not his cock that you’re practically begging for.”
His words are dirty and