The Worst Best Friend: A Small Town Romance

“West!” She whines my name, still bobbing her hips through her convulsions, riding the high.

She comes for what seems like forever, giving up her energy and rolling the whites of her eyes.

When she finally settles on me with shaking palms on my chest and a bedeviled look in her eye, I take her lips, grounding her with a kiss like molten lava.

“You good?” I ask, breaking away.

“God, yeah. Shit.” She pauses with my dick in her to the hilt, wiping her brow. “I think I could stay right here forever.”

“No complaint if you do,” I joke, winning a crooked grin from her.

She leans down with her eyelids fluttering shut, covers my mouth with hers, and gives me a kiss that’s all tongue and heat and love.

As she pulls her mouth away, she raises her hips, lowering onto me again with a whisper. “I could sit on you like a boulder. Or I could move like this.” She does it again, pushing a flash of teasing tongue between her teeth. “And this.”

Fuck!

Unable to resist, I thrust up inside her like a sword as she punches down again, reaching behind her head to tangle a wild mane of that fire-red hair in my fist.

She plants both hands on my chest and levels a serious look.

“Rules, mister. You aren’t supposed to move.”

“I wasn’t. That’s just my body reacting to yours,” I lie, a split second from throwing her under me and fucking her through the floor.

“That’s not allowed. You have to lie perfectly still.”

Grumbling, I grasp her hips and lean up just enough to tease one nipple.

“Your rules are impossible.” I lift her up and lower her, thrusting deeper as she stops fighting, melting into my strokes.

I impale her again, again, again on my cock, obsessed with the ecstasy shining on her face.

“J-just be careful,” she whimpers between harsh gasps each time I graze the bead of her clit.

She’s lucky I’m willing to give her anything.

Because if it weren’t for the wound, I’d have her flat on her back and pinned down, her clit held hostage on my tongue till she screams.

Her pussy squeezes me like a silk vise, causing this mad friction as I move faster, lifting and lowering her, guiding her movements with that fist in her hair.

She lets out a heady growl.

“Weston! We’re supposed to be—” Another pleasure-growl chokes her off. “Be careful! This is too—”

“Too perfect?” I suggest, holding her hips tight against me, pumping into her faster, moving my weight with my good leg. “Fuck yeah, it is. And you’re gonna come for me harder than last time, woman.”

“Yes!”

Goddamn, do I love how feral she sounds when she screams it.

With her head thrown back and her breasts bouncing like hell, I prepare for the fireworks. But before we go over, I take one nipple in my mouth, sucking hard as I feel her body tensing, so ready to ignite for me.

I’m about to explode too, but hold back, flicking my tongue against her bud as I slide a rough hand between us and find her clit.

Her entire fucking being convulses, her pussy locking down on me as she lets out a shriek that shreds right through these paper-thin walls.

No more. I’ve hit my limit.