This is it.
A moment I’ve fantasized about a million times but never thought would happen in this lifetime.
Owen Brooks, my best friend, is about to fuck me.
I nod, looking straight into his eyes as I raise my hips. Owen grabs the base of his cock, his fingers trembling as he guides himself between my thighs.
Seconds before he enters me, he tears his gaze away from where he’s about to slip inside me and looks at me in the mirror.
“Meadow,” he says, his voice rough and breathy. He briefly closes his eyes before burying his face in the side of my neck and inhaling.
"I want you, Meadow," he rasps. "Allof you." His hands trail up my ribs before he takes hold of my rosy nipples, gently tugging them between his fingers.
I know what he’s implying without asking.
I want you, Meadow. All of you.
He wants to fuck me raw, no condom or barrier between us.
Maybe it makes me irresponsible, but I don’t think twice before responding.
Because I want that, too. I want it so fucking bad.
The heat of his cock presses against me, already lubed up from the slick he left between my thighs.
"I'm on the pill," I rush out, my voice hoarse, still shocked I can speak at all. "You can come inside me."
His brows shoot up at my response.
“Fuck, Meadow,” Owen growls. “You can’t say shit like that to me. Especially when I’m not even inside you yet.”
My lips curl up in a tiny smile as I watch how affected he is by me.
“I’m clean,” he adds, his voice low as his lips trace the rim of my ear. “I fucking swear on my life.”
“I believe you,” I breathe, needing his cock inside like five minutes ago. “Now fuck me, Owen Brooks.”
He lets out a guttural groan in response before lifting my hips and driving up into me in a single, brutal movement. I watch myself take his massive cock as my body sinks into him and my mouth falls open in a jagged O.
“Oh fuckkkk,” Owen exhales as he watches my pussy swallow him. “Oh fuck, oh fuck. You’re so damn tight.”
The first thrust is a shock to my system.
He’s so thick that, at first, I think he might actually split me in half. He gives me a second to adjust before pulling out to the tip.
I watch through hazy eyes as he slowly pushes back in, his cock stretching me as the wide, pulsing head splits my slick folds as he disappears inside me.
His body stills, his cock buried deep as his hips stop moving.
No.
No, no, no,
Don’t stop moving.
“Please,” I beg through clenched teeth. “Don’t stop, please. I—”
I forget how to speak as Owen fucks up into me hard and fast as his hands hold my hips, guiding me onto him in sync with his unrelenting thrusts. The chair creaks and slides under our weight, the whole room echoing my cries as I scream out his name.
