him with a tear in my eye. “She’s one of my bestest, bestest people too.”
He pulled me close. “And tell me, Anna, who else is one of your bestest, bestest people around here?”
I put the drawing down on the counter and wrapped my arms around his neck.
“Hmm, that is a good question, Lucas. Let me think about that for a minute…”
He kissed my cheek, and I grinned, loving the feeling of his mouth on my skin.
“My bestest people…” I started. “Well, I do really like Nicola, and I like Vicky, too…” I paused as he lowered his mouth to my neck. “And Mum and Dad, of course… oh, and Stacey… I really like Stacey…”
I sucked in a breath as he dropped his kiss to my tits, tugging my dress down just enough to free my bra.
“And who else?” I whispered. “Who else is on my bestest, bestest list?”
“How about you show me who else is on your bestest, bestest list?” he asked, and there was that growl in his throat I couldn’t resist.
My belly was fluttering, and my heart was racing, and I wanted him so much it made me dizzy.
I pulled away long enough to finish my juice, and then I giggled and ran, racing past him and bounding upstairs like a horny teenager, poking my tongue out at him over my shoulder.
He caught me before the bedroom doorway, scooping me up from my feet and carrying me over to the bed while I giggled.
He dropped me backwards and lowered himself down on top, and his body was so hot and so firm, and so fierce as his hands worked their magic.
“What delicious dirty panties do you have on for me this evening?” he asked, and he was already kissing his way down and tugging my dress up to answer his own question.
White lace.
His favourite.
The slip of the thong had been pressing tight between my ass cheeks all evening at girls’ night, and I knew they’d be messy. I knew he’d love them for it.
And he did.
His breath turned ragged as his face arrived down between my thighs, and I was desperate for it. Desperate for him.
He ran a thumb over the crotch, pressing tight against my slit.
“Who did you say was one of your bestest, bestest people?” he asked, and I couldn’t hold back a moan.
He worked his thumb in circles, and I could feel the heat of his breath through the lace, and I needed it. I needed it so damn bad.
“You,” I whispered. “You are my bestest, bestest person, Lucas. You always have been.”
His mouth landed hard, and I was ready, arching myself under him to get as much as I could.
“Be my bestest person, Lucas,” I told him. “Make me come really hard.”
“Oh, I’ll be your fucking bestest,” he said, and did it.
His tongue was divine, and his hands were so strong as he held my ass cheeks, and I came for him. I came for him so hard there was white behind my eyes, and my heart was in my temples, and my clit was sparking like dynamite.
Then he came up and kissed me, with a mouth that tasted of me, and a hunger in his tongue that set me on fire all over again.
He slipped my dirty knickers down my thighs and rubbed them against his cock, and I knew what was coming. I always knew what was coming.
“Open wide,” he said, and I did.
I opened my mouth nice and wide and kept my eyes on his while he worked his dick sheathed in dirty white lace and aimed it right up to my face.
I sucked him, deep and wet until he shot his load, the delicious taste of his cock, and me, and drips of precum through lace. His balls tensed, and his breaths quickened, and I was begging through slurps.
Yes, yes please. Yes, please. Please, Lucas, now.
“Good girl,” he growled, and gave me what I wanted. A mouthful of his cum through the crotch of my knickers, and he was right down and at me, his fingers pushing it deeper and deeper, right the way to the back of my throat. “Don’t you dare swallow,” he said, and I murmured my agreement.
He was already hard again when he repositioned himself. His thrust inside me came so naturally that I was already grinding back up and at him to meet his hips.
It was hard. Fast. A rhythm that spoke to my soul.
So was his tongue in my mouth along with wet lace