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This was a bad idea. But also, the best fucking idea.
My hands rose to hold her hips in place, reflexively, like we’d been doing this for years. She cuddled into me and started to kiss me.
She was killing me. I wanted to consume her so freaking bad.
I grasped her hips and pulled her legs into a more comfortable position wrapping around my waist. Her breathing hitched just slightly. If I didn’t know Zales, I probably wouldn’t have caught the slight shift.
My cock grew rigid against my pants, demanding satisfaction.
Her hips started to move, grinding over me again and again. My hardness strained against her pleading for some relief. Every time she shifted she rubbed her wet pussy against me.
“Are you not wearing panties?”
She looked up at me and winked. I groaned, death by sexual teasing.
A moan left her lips as she moved and I captured it with my own. I could deny her nothing.
Small hands reached between us as she undid my pants. I lifted up, one hand holding around her waist, long enough for me to pull them down over my ass before sitting back down. My cock was out and ready for her.
I groaned when her soft hand wrapped around my solid length and stroked me between us. Her hand felt like magic. Some sort of magnificent voodoo. My focus was between her legs. I still couldn’t believe she was bare, but fuck did I like it. My hips bumped up against her and she cried out as my cock slid through her soaked folds.
My hands settled on her waist, pinning her as I ran my length over and over again. Her body quivered above me.
I let my hand linger beneath the skirt she was wearing, trailing up the inside of her silky smooth thigh toward the apex of her thighs. Azalea whispered my name as my thumb and forefinger found her clit. I gave it my full attention, lavishing it with strokes and pinches.
She was on the precipice of an orgasm. Her breathing hitched choppily and her whimpers increased. I leaned in to kiss her just to keep her quiet. Zales was not a quiet person. She let you know exactly how she was feeling when we had sex.
My best friend was a freak in the sheets.
We were a frenzy of wanton touches and moans, passion strung through the both of us as we started to made love in this golf cart.
You could cut diamonds with my cock.
She was panting, needy, pleading for more and I was going to fucking give it to her. We didn’t need to get caught in here so this would have to be fast, but I had no doubt we could make it happen.
She writhed against me in furious desperation, craving my cock, craving me.
My heart pounded against my ribs. I was no longer fucking my best friend. I was offering her pleasure selfishly. I wanted all her pleasure, all her moans, all her sighs.
I leaned my forehead against hers and whispered. “Get on my dick, Zales. I want you to fucking ride me and then come all over my cock. Then I want you to keep riding me until I come in this pretty little pussy of yours.” She moaned against me.
She lifted only slightly to put her exposed pussy over my iron length before she lowered herself. Her core was tight around my cock and her body surrendered perfectly. “That’s it, baby. Take me. It’s all yours. Ride me hard. We don’t have much time and I want to make sure you get all my come today. I want to make sure that when you leave this cart barn you feel me dripping down your legs. I want you to be sticky between the legs and I want you to remember it was your best friend who put it there. I want to take you home tonight and ravish you because I can.”
I whispered her name as she took me all. All nine inches of my solid length. My hands pawed at her curves and held her closer to me as she descended.
She smelled like vanilla and cherries. A scent I drooled over every time we ended up in this position.
It was too much, yet not enough. Never enough.
Too much of everything I wanted, yet I still didn’t feel confident that this was anything other than her using my cock to pleasure herself. I wanted her. All of her. I wanted to take everything selfishly and not give it back.
She fell forward, collapsing on my chest, surrendering to our needs. The intensity was an unfamiliar, yet beautiful moment. Our movements together were synchronized as if we were doing a dance. She moved down while I lifted up to meet her.
She became frenzied the longer we went. Her orgasm was imminent. Her walls clamped down hard around my cock. Zales pulled out to my head and then slammed back down. “Fuck!” I yelled it. Shouldn’t have but didn’t really give a damn.
I was running on instinct and everything told me to go for it. To give her whatever she wanted. To mark her with my come, to claim her with my cock. I felt barbaric. I had to keep moving, matching the frantic bucking of her hips.
The moment between us hung in the balance. It was forbidden. You weren’t supposed to take your best friend’s virginity or continue having sex with her because you’re too selfish not to. All those whispered secrets, unspoken desires, unrequited touches were unburying themselves and rising to the surface.
