Gifting Me To His Best Friend - Katee Robert Page 0,43
and stroke my clit. He’s kneeling next to the bed, getting a close up view of me masturbating, and the look on his face only makes this hotter. So I double down. “I’m going to think about how you ate my pussy on the couch that first time. You fucking tricked me, and then Grayson caught us and joined in and…” I moan.
“I always peek at my presents ahead of time.” His breath ghosts against my thighs. “Grayson knows that. He sent you to me on purpose.”
I slow down my touch, wanting to make this last. “And then when we played out that fantasy on the couch. When I rubbed my pussy all over your cock and took you deep.” I inhale sharply at the bite of pleasure. I have to be careful or I’m going to come and then it ends. “You felt incredible inside me, Derek. Your giant cock fills me so good.”
His lips brush my knuckles and then his tongue is sliding between my fingers licking me. He winds me tighter and tighter…and then lifts his head. Derek looks almost angry as he shoves to his feet and his hands go to the fronts of his pants. “Your husband told me the damnedest thing just now.”
I freeze, watching him draw out his cock. “Did he?”
“Yeah, he did.” He grabs my hips and yanks me to the very edge of the mattress. “He told me to help myself to your pussy whenever I feel like it.” Derek guides his cock into me in a rough thrust. Again and again, until I’m trying to clutch him closer. He takes my hands and pins me to the bed, fucking me hard and deep. “I know what you’re doing.”
I moan. “Let me touch you.”
“No.” He strokes deep and stays there. He’s still wearing all his clothes, his jeans shoved down barely enough to get at me. I can feel the denim against my ass, his flannel rubbing my breasts with every shaky breath we take. Derek glares down at me. “You don’t get to seduce me with your tight pussy, wet just for me, and your perfect fucking breasts and that mouth that likes to spin out dirty fantasies no good girl would admit to.”
Just like that, I’m as angry as he is. I lean up and catch his bottom lip, biting down just hard enough to make him flinch. I lick the spot and sink back to the mattress. “You are choosing to walk away, Derek. Not me. Not Grayson.” I unwrap my legs from his waist, not quite sure when I linked my ankles at the small of his back. “You like it when I play the little slut, and you’d fucking love it if I showed up at your apartment and told you not to tell my husband but I need your thick cock too much to go another night without it.” I hold his gaze. “That’s just pretend, and we both know it. Just like we both know that I’d go straight back to him and describe exactly how hard you made me come while he licked all evidence of you away.”
He stares down at me. “He wouldn’t.”
“You damn well know he would.” I yank my hands free and shove at his shoulders. He lets me roll us, ending up on his back with me still on his cock. I brace my hands on his chest and start riding him. “You’re the one who wants to deny Grayson what he wants, Derek. Not me. Never me. And if what he wants is for me to fuck you, then that’s what I’ll do.” I lean down until my lips brush his ear. His hands go to my ass, gripping me tightly as he guides my strokes. I let him have this because it feels good to be held by him, because I have more to say. “You could have both of us; morning, noon, and night. In every fantasy you’ve ever wanted to play out, in every position and place you can think of.” My breath comes out in something resembling a sob. “Just like you could have the nights with Grayson cooking one of those fancy meals of his, and late nights reading with me, and lazy Sundays, and all of it.”
“Emma, stop.”
I lean back and hold his gaze. “You are the one choosing not to, Derek. So forgive us if we’re willing to take you however you’ll let us.”
He hooks my neck and pulls me down