Gifting Me To His Best Friend - Katee Robert Page 0,18
a little mean and I eat them up. I flop back onto the couch and run my hands up his arms and over his chest. “You’re right. It’s not his cock spreading me so wide right now.” I skate my fingers down his stomach. “It’s yours.” I finally, finally, look up into his eyes. He’s looking at me like he never wants this to end, like he’s as caught up in the whole thing as I am. I lick my lips. “Fuck me hard, Derek. Make me come so hard, I have to muffle my screams or I’ll wake him up and he’ll come in here and see you fucking me with that giant cock of yours.”
He loops his arms under my thighs, holding me open for him even as he leans down and presses his big body against mine. Derek kisses me as he keeps up that slow, thorough fucking. He leaves my mouth and kisses along my jaw and lowers his voice. “Do you remember that trip three years ago?”
Instantly, I know what he’s talking about.
Another holiday vacation, another destination. This one was in the Caribbean, a massive suite that Grayson had insisted on because there was no reason for us and Derek to have separate hotel rooms. I draw in a shuddering breath and kiss his shoulder, his neck. “You went to bed early.” I moan as he thrusts deep and grinds into me, the angle rubbing against my G-spot. “Grayson and I had a few more drinks.”
“You did more than that.” Derek’s picking up his pace slowly, working that spot inside me with each swivel of his hips. “I came out for some water and there you were on the couch. He had your top shoved up and was worshiping those perfect breasts of yours.” He nips my earlobe. “And then he pulled off your skirt and ate that pretty pussy.”
I go still. “You were watching that long?” I’d seen him, but not until later, and then only a glimpse. I thought he’d walked in and almost instantly retreated. That was hot on its own. But what he’s describing? “I didn’t see you.”
“No shit you didn’t see me.” He chuckles against my skin and bends down to kiss along the upper curves of my right breast. “You were too busy riding your husband’s mouth. Digging your hands into his hair and rubbing your pussy all over his face like the wanton thing you are.”
I remember. It’d been so dirty to have Grayson going down on me when Derek could walk in on us at any time. I hadn’t tried to be quiet. “And then I pushed him down onto the floor and rode his cock.” That was when I’d looked up and saw Derek standing in the shadows of the hallway, watching us hungrily. I hadn’t tried to cover myself, hadn’t even thought of stopping. I’d just kept fucking Grayson until I’d come again. By the time we finished, Derek was nowhere to be seen and part of me had decided to pretend that I’d imagined it.
“After seeing that, I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking about how good you looked, how hot it was to watch you.” He kisses me again and leverages himself up, his gaze raking down my body. “I went out to the living room again later, half hoping you were doing some of your late night reading.”
I inhale sharply. “I wouldn’t be able to pretend I didn’t know you saw us if you had.”
“I know.” He cups my breasts together and lavishes them with his mouth. He’s still got my legs spread obscenely and it’s almost uncomfortable, but I don’t care because his cock is impossibly deep in this position and I love how his mouth feels on my nipples. “I wouldn’t have said a single damn thing.”
Another orgasm is bearing down on me, so powerful I can barely speak. “No?”
“No. I would have knelt in the exact same position Grayson did.” His voice has gone as hard and rough as his fucking. “Just flipped up that skirt and kissed that pussy hello. And after you came all over my face, I’d be fucking you. Just. Like. This.” He bites my breast, just hard enough to hurt, hard enough to make me moan, loud and long. “So deep in that pussy, aren’t I, Emma?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
“Let me fill you up.” He barely sounds like himself. “Let me pump you full of my come, baby. I promise he’ll never know.” Derek thrusts into