My Best Friend's Boyfriend

And I enjoyed my body being full of his cum.

He flipped me over and raised my hips up before slamming himself into my body. I called out his name, fisting the sheets of his bed. His cock filled me perfectly. My walls molded to him as he took me as quickly as he could. My toes curled and my pussy fluttered as my clit ached for attention. I bucked back into Logan, taking in his grunts and groans of pleasure as he commanded my body in ways I didn’t know were possible.

“Fuck, Ava. So tight for me, always. Such a good girl. Mmm, fuck you’re beautiful.”

I shivered against his body as he brought my hips to meet his time and time again. I wasn’t in charge. I wasn’t in control. I was simply his vessel to command. His fingertips dug into my excess as colors burst in my vision. The stars aligned and spasms ran through my back just as juices dripped down the insides of my thighs. His balls began smacking my clit. My legs jumped at the sensation of it all. Logan’s sweat dripped onto my skin and his balls grew lower, banging against my sensitive nub and pushing me higher.

I was climbing, approaching, absorbing instead of fighting. Logan wrapped his arms around me before he hoisted me up, bringing my back against his chest. His rippling abs rubbed against my back and his chest comforted the fall of my head. I smelled him. I smelled his musk, his cum as it dripped into my body.

“I want to feel you, Ava.”

He kissed the shell of my ear as his hands migrated between my pussy folds. Our bodies moved as one while his finger found my pulsing center. I shook uncontrollably. I darted around in his arms as he held me close to his body. He kissed my shoulder as our sweat intermingled and my pussy jumped against his thickness. It was all too much—him diving in and out of my body, his soft lips kissing the marks he’d left behind, his finger pressing against my clit.

I couldn’t contain myself, or the words falling from my lips.

“I’m coming, Logan. Oh, yes. Fuck. Don’t stop. Fill me with you. I want you, all of you. Please, don’t hold back. Don’t you dare hold back on me!”

He slammed into me one last time, and my head fell onto his shoulder. His teeth sank into my neck as he growled, his cock jumping against my wet walls. I squeezed him for all he had. My body milked his cock as he inched himself deeper and deeper. I caved in his strong arms, feeling every muscle he had pressed against me jump with his orgasm. Cum sprayed against my walls. His tongue ran over the indentations of his teeth as I quaked in his grasp. My jaw unhinged in silent pleasure as he splayed his hand across the dip in my waist.

Like he wanted to hold as much of me as possible at once.

My vision tunneled. My senses dimmed. For a moment, I couldn’t hear anything. I couldn’t smell anything, couldn’t taste or see or experience anything. All I knew was the pressure of Logan wrapped around me, the sensation of him filling me until our juices fell from my body. All I knew was our bodies were connected at the hips as we tumbled onto his mattress.

It wasn’t until Logan’s lips found the shell of my ear that I was ripped back to reality.

“Let me cook you breakfast in the morning,” he whispered.

He pressed his hardened cock between my legs, seeking out my warmth and indulging in his want to be closer to me. I couldn’t pull away from him. I’d never want to. I wanted to be in his arms. I wanted to wake up next to him in the morning. I wanted to see if we could share that vulnerable moment first thing during the dawning of a new day, looking into each other’s eyes and reveling in the memories we had created.

I backed my ass up into his body as he wrapped around me tighter, nuzzling the crook of my neck. Without a second thought, I nodded in agreement. He could definitely cook me breakfast in the morning.

Logan

My eyes fluttered open, and something pressed deep into my body. My arm curled around the soft form, and I smiled at the feel of Ava’s breaths in the crook of my neck. I pressed my cheek against her forehead and sighed, allowing my body a second to hold hers.

I had promised her breakfast, and I couldn’t wait to make it for her, but I wanted to cherish this moment before I disturbed it. The feel of her leg between mine. The tightness of her grasp around my waist. The way she tucked her face into the crook of my neck and settled her soft, plump lips against my pulse point.