Gifting Me To His Best Friend - Katee Robert Page 0,38
back, pressing myself tighter to him as if the feel of skin against skin will be enough to keep him tethered to us. It’s not enough. Not for me. Apparently not for Derek, either.
He slides his hands down my sides, opening the robe completely, and grips my ass. For once, this isn’t about role-playing or pretending we’re in a different situation. It’s just us. Just a growing desperation to cling to what little time we have left. I want it to be more. God, I want it so bad, I can barely think about it because it hurts too much. But if that’s not in the cards, if we have to go back to pretending we didn’t share this glorious Christmas unlike any other… Well, I’m greedy. I want every last memory to hold close when missing him gets too bad.
Derek lifts me, rising off the bed so he can kick off his pants, and then turning to lay me down on mattress. He hits his knees at the edge of the bed and yanks me closer. “I’m going to dream about your pussy for years, baby.” He drags his mouth up my thigh. “Every time I see you in one of those tight little skirts, I’m going to think about this moment, when I could do anything I wanted to you and you’d beg for more.”
“Yes.” I dig my fingers into his hair and try to guide him to my clit. I know I’m supposed to be the seducer in this scenario, that I’m supposed to be making a case for the three of us to be together, but I’m addicted to the way Derek eats my pussy.
But he resists my urging, moving to my other thigh and kissing my sensitive skin there. “Tell me what you need, Emma.”
“I need you.” My body is one tight line. I can feel each of his exhales against my pussy, but he’s too strong for me to do more than let him drive this. The knowledge thrills me. “I’m always going to need you, Derek.”
He nips me right at the top of my thigh. For a second, I think he might actually respond, but he moves up and drags his tongue over my pussy. I moan even as I try to focus. “We should talk.”
“We’ll talk later,” he murmurs against my skin.
“Derek, I’m serious.” I start to sit up, but he stops me with a hand on my stomach. A thrill goes through me at the thought that he could simply hold me down and eat my pussy until he got tired of it, and there isn’t a single thing I could do to stop him. Just hold me down and make me come again and again until I stop being able to form words.
That’s one way to end an argument.
“Derek,” I gasp. He thrusts his tongue into me and then moves up to slide it against my clit. Even as I tell myself to focus, I can’t help rocking my hips as much as I’m able, riding his mouth. It feels good. So freaking good. “Derek, please.”
He moves faster than he has right to, shoving to his feet and flipping me onto my stomach. He drags me off the edge of the mattress, barely giving me a chance to touch down on the floor before his cock is inside me. Derek leans down and brackets my shoulders with his hands, covering me with his body even as he starts fucking me in long, rough strokes. “Please, what, Emma? Please make you come again and again and again like the precious little slut you are? Please betray everything I care about because I’m obsessed with your pussy? Please don’t drag you somewhere nice and private the next time I see you and fuck you with my tongue before sending you back to your husband?”
I fist my hands in the comforter, moaning and writhing and completely unable to form a coherent argument. “Not just that.”
“Not just that.” He grips my hips and yanks me back as he thrusts forward, shoving his cock impossibly deep inside me. “Legs up on the bed.”
I awkwardly obey, bringing my knees up to perch on the mattress. Derek shoves my thighs as wide as they can go and maintain this position with my ass in the air. Then he starts fucking me again, rubbing his cock against a spot inside me that has my entire body morphing into something liquid and hot. No longer flesh and blood and