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Azalea Blooms
Azalea Blooms 1
LUKAS
Iwasfucked.
There was no other way to say it.
I stood in her doorway watching her pleasure herself. I’d first heard the noise when I let myself into her apartment. A muffled vibration coming from her bedroom.
A moan…
A whimper…
Is that what I thought it was? As softly as I could, I’d opened her door a crack, and what I’d found on the other side left my mouth dry as fuck. My gorgeous best friend lay almost naked and writhing on her bed, one hand cupping her tit, the other holding a pink vibrator to her clit.
I’d always pictured her like this, but the image in my head didn’t do the perfection playing out in front of me any justice. My brain and mouth were having a hard time connecting as I stood there with my mouth open and staring. Today was my lucky day, and sure, I walked in on her in a compromising and sexy position, but fuck if I was complaining.
“Luke...” she gasped my name in a breathless whisper. She was clearly in oblivion.
“Fuck, that’s hot.”
I didn’t mean to say it out loud, but her eyes flew open all the same. A flash of red blazed up her cheeks, caught in embarrassment as she hurried to turn the vibrator off.
“Oh my God, Lukas…” Her eyes were wide with horror.
“Shhh… don’t talk, Zales. Just keep going, I want to watch.” She swallowed hard and nodded. Her fingers flipped the switch on again as they shook lightly with nerves. The buzzing sound jolted through my veins and went straight to my cock like one was tethered to the other on an invisible line.
Moans slipped from between those pretty pink lips as I made my way into her room. I wanted to watch her come, watch her make herself come. Then I was going to make her come.
As I casually strolled across to the end of the bed, I let my eyes wander up over her body, with each step came another inch. The only thing covering her was a T-shirt, totally naked from the waist down.
Fuck my life, was she bare?
Her hand reached out, fisting the sheets below her, and I groaned. My dick was now fully awake and ready to be called in for action, an always ready soldier, especially for her.
Azalea’s room was an aphrodisiac, everything was turning me on. The smell of her chamomile and honey shampoo wafted through the air, clouding my nostrils, telling me she’d showered recently.
The sight of her open on the bed, lost in pleasure. The knowledge that she was completely bare down there.
The tension snapped and fizzled around us. The more I watched her pleasure herself, the more I had to restrain myself from walking over and doing it myself. Or maybe it was the fact that I was thinking more with my cock than my head.
My nostrils flared as I licked my lips. Gorgeous olive-green eyes dropped to the motion and it made me even harder.
She reached up and grabbed her tit through her shirt, rolling her nipple into a tight little peak, making my mouth water. I wanted to cover every square inch of her luscious body with my lips.
I reached behind me, pulled my T-shirt off over my head, and threw it to the side, not giving two shits where it landed. My skin burned as she ardently ogled me, an expression of desire piercing her face.
“Take off your shirt, baby. Let me see those pretty tits of yours.” She was so lost in her pleasure that she didn’t even blink at my request. Setting down the vibrator, she proceeded to rise up and remove her shirt, showing off perfectly rounded boobs. My mind went to so many places it shouldn’t dare to go with my best friend headlining.
Submission.
Such an interesting word.
Sex to me was something so basic, a primal need to be fulfilled. It was raw and vulnerable. The slapping of skin and the submission of a woman as she came all over my hard as a rock cock.
I liked watching women fall off the precipice happily.
