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I don’t knowwhat I was expecting to happen when Lacey asked to come over, but it wasn’t her in my lap, her legs spread wide and my fingers inches away from sliding inside her.
Fuck.
I can smell her. I can see how wet her underwear is. The little scrap of lace is drenched, and I want to pull it off and shove it in her mouth so she can taste herself. So she can keep quiet while I fuck her into the mattress and leave a handprint on her ass. A mark that reminds her who was there when she tries to sit down at work tomorrow.
I want to ruin her, but I can’t ruin my best friend.
She’s too good.
But if I only get her once, I’m going to make sure she won’t forget me anytime soon. I’m going to claim her, so every time someone else is inside her, she’ll be thinking ofme.
I lift her off my lap so she’s standing. She wobbles on her feet and turns to look at me.
“Take off all your clothes,” I say, and I lean back against the couch, palming myself through my sweatpants. “I want to watch.”
Lacey nods and yanks her sweater over her head. Her tits bounce as her arms come back to her sides, and I have an alarming infatuation with her chest. I’ve never been a boob guy, but hers are spectacular.
She unzips her boots and steps out of the sinful leather shoes. She plays with the buttons on her skirt and walks toward me with a sexy sway of her hips. Her hands rest on either side of my thighs, and she’s so close, I could kiss her.
“Do you want me to go slow?” She unbuttons the first button on her short skirt, and my cock twitches under my hand. “Or do you like to go fast?”
“Slow,” I say, and I’m losing all mental capabilities. I thought I was a smart man, but when she unfastens the second button and I can see the top of her thong, I can’t remember my name. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”
“You sure know how to make a girl feel special,” she murmurs.
The last button comes undone, and with it, so does my sanity. Lacey turns around and bends at the waist, shimmying the skirt halfway down her ass. She runs her palms over her ass cheeks, and I lean forward. I take her underwear in my teeth, and when I snap the elastic against her skin, she lets out a whine.
“Off. I told you I wanted to see your pretty cunt,” I say.
Her skirt falls to her feet and she steps out of it. I’m breathing so hard, you’d think I was running a marathon. Mile twenty, when your legs start to ache and your lungs begin to burn. Looking at her likethisis suspiciously close to what I imagine heaven is going to be like.
Lacey pulls off her underwear, and I grab them before they can fall to the floor. I put them in my pocket and stare at her, not wanting to miss a single thing. She drops her head back as her hands trail down her neck and her soft curves. Her fingers twist her nipples, and she moans.
“If you don’t touch me,” she says, “I’m going to do it myself.”
“Like you’ll get any argument from me,” I say. I shove my hand down my sweatpants and give my cock a tug. I can’tnottouch myself while I watch her. She’s a goddess.
My eyes roam down her body and I appreciate the figure I’ve only ever seen with clothes on; her nice tits. Her flat stomach. The thighs I want to suffocate me when I put my head between her legs. Her bare pussy and the glistening arousal I can see from here.
“I thought about you,” she whispers. Her fingers tease across her stomach and up the inside of her thigh, and I’m close to panting like a dog. “This morning. I pretended it was you fucking me, not my toy.”
Jesus Christ.
I’ve never been with a woman so confident. Someone who tells youexactlywhat they want with no shame. It’s the biggest turn on, and I’ve never been so glad for a late-night text message in my life.
“Was it good?” I ask. My voice is thick with lust, and I stroke myself again. “Did you like playing with yourself and thinking it was me?”
“I know you’d be better.” Her smile is wicked and her eyes flicker with mischief. “You’d take such good care of me.”
“Of course I would.” I grab her and spin her so she falls into my lap. Her legs spread wide, and I give her pussy a light slap. “I told you I take care of what’s mine, Lacey, and you’re mine.”
I trace my fingers along her entrance. Her moan is soft and long, and I suck on her neck, trying to find all the spots she loves to be touched the most. I hope I leave a mark.
Lacey rolls her hips, and I know what she’s asking for. She’s practically grinding against me.
“Shawn.” Her hands rest on my thighs, and her nails dig into my muscles. “I’m naked and in your lap. What do I have to do to get you to finger me? Beg?”
I laugh and kiss her forehead. I wrap my arm around her waist and circle her clit. “I thought I was supposed to get on my knees first,” I say in her ear, and she smiles.
