My Best Friend's Boyfriend

But the second his eyes met mine, I knew none of that was the reason.

He launched off the bed and picked me up. My back barreled into the wall as he gripped my hair again. He pulled my head to the side as I wrapped my legs around him, whimpering at the way he nibbled on my skin. His cock played at my entrance, my juices already dripping onto his skin. I threaded my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, my hips rolling into his.

I captured his cock with my motions, and it made me shake with desire until he filled me with every inch.

“Don’t hold back, Logan,” I whispered.

His eyes came up to meet mine as our hips sat together.

“What did you say?” he asked.

“Don’t hold back.”

His hand fell from my hair and wrapped around the back of my neck. He cradled my head, pressing me closer into the wall. He rolled his hips, sliding farther inside than I had ever thought possible.

Then he pulled back and slammed in.

He lost me in a wave of lust. With each pounding of his hips, my body lurched for him. He watched me, hovered over me and kept his eyes trained on me as his hips assaulted me in all the best ways. My jaw quivered. He cupped the back of my head. He brought my forehead to his as I gasped for air, ecstasy washing over me. My pussy clenched. My legs trembled. He filled me to the brim before starting over and doing it again.

It was all too much. I wanted it all too much.

“Oh shit. Logan, yes. Fuck. I’m coming. I’m coming. Oh. Yes—”

His lips crashed into mine as my pussy fluttered around his cock. Juices dripped from my body, coating my thighs and soaking his balls. He peeled me from the wall and pulled himself from between my legs, leaving me helpless and wanting more of him. He turned me around and bent me over the bed, his hand still fisted in my hair.

“I need you to tell me if it’s too much,” he said.

All I could do was shake my head. It would never be too much, not with Logan.

He slid into me from behind, and my legs almost buckled. He released my hair and fisted my hips, dragging them up to the height he needed. I gripped the sheets of his bed as he drew back and pounded into me, my ass cheeks jiggling for his viewing pleasure. His cock throbbed against my walls as he stroked me perfectly, sending jolts of lightning coursing through my veins. I moaned into his mattress. I found the strength to buck against his body. I dug my heels into his hardwood floors as the bedframe began to scoot across the room. We moved with it. He didn’t once let up as he thrust deeper into me. He swiveled his hips and rolled his body and fisted my hips in a way that made me feel as if he owned me.

And I loved every second of it.

“I feel you. I feel you again, Ava.”

“Oh, shit, Logan. It’s happening again. Oh—fuck, yes.”

“Let it go. Let yourself go. Don’t fight it. Don’t do that.”

My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and I collapsed onto his mattress. I allowed the euphoria to pass over me as he pounded me into my second orgasm of the night. Juices sprayed from between my legs, causing him to gasp as I drenched his skin. It ran down my leg as Logan slowed his movements, stroking my fluttering pussy as I bit down on the sheets of his bed.

“What a glorious mess you make, beautiful,” he said, sighing.

I whimpered at the wonder of his words.

He gathered me in his arms and stood me up, then turned me around. I collapsed into his strong frame as he sat on the edge of the bed, guiding me onto his lap. His cock slid right back into my body, as if I had been made to fit him. I straddled his hips and clung to his body, wrapping my arms tightly around him. I panted into his neck and felt his sweat brushing against my skin. I nibbled on his ear as his hands rushed up and down my back, trying to calm my twitching muscles.

I couldn’t get enough of him, no matter what I did.

His hands slid to my ass and calmly wrapped around my cheeks. My knees dug into the mattress, readying myself for the next phase of our night. But instead of pounding up into me and taking me as his, he slowly rocked my body against his pelvis.

“Follow my motions,” he said.

I pressed my forehead into his temple as I gasped against his skin.

“Just like that,” he whispered.

Slowly, I rolled with him, his cock throbbing against my walls as we moved together as one. I slid my hand through his sweaty hair and sloppily kissed the side of his face. My jaw trembled against his cheek. He gripped my ass tightly as he steadied his movements. He bucked when I rolled. He slid when I stopped. His curls brushed the tip of my swollen clit as it peeked out from between my pussy lips, seeking the friction it so desperately wanted.