Page 158 of Friends that Puck


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"Ready to go?" I ask.

She nods.

We say goodbye to everyone and head out to my truck. The drive back to her place is quiet, but my hand is on her thigh the whole time.

When we get inside, she kicks off her boots and looks at me. "So about that dare..."

“We have a lot to figure out, Moo, but right now, I dare you to put this on.” I toss her my jersey from my bag. “Nothing underneath.”

She catches it, blushing, and heads to the bedroom. I follow a few seconds later and find her standing there in just the jersey. It falls to mid-thigh, and her legs look incredible.

"Fuck," I breathe.

She smiles. "You like it?"

"Get over here."

She walks over, and I pull her to me, kissing her hard. My hands slide under the jersey, and I groan when she’s bare.

"I’ve been looking forward to this all night, Ce.”

“Me too,” she whispers.

I lift her, and she wraps her legs around my waist. I carry her to the bed and lay her down, hovering over her.

"I love you.”

"I love you too."

I kiss her again, slower this time. My hands explore her body while she tugs at my shirt. I pull it off and toss it aside.

“When we live together, we can do this whenever we want.”

She nods, humming against me when I feel her wet pussy. I slip my fingers inside of her, and she grips onto my shoulders.

“Remember when you dared me to try this on you?” I ask, curling my fingers.

She scratches me with her long nails, panting. “Dylan.”

“Yes, baby?”

She breathes deeply as I keep the pace of my finger until her back is arching. I pull my fingers out and start eating her pussy. Fuck, she tastes fruity.

I hum against her clit, licking and sucking, keeping my finger deep inside of her.

“I’ll never get enough of this, baby,” I whisper.

She’s panting when she says, “Oh my god. Guess what? I can’t believe I forgot to tell you.”

I lift my head as she runs her fingers through my hair. “What?”

She smiles, trying to catch her breath. “You know that brand deal I was trying to get?”

I nod, letting my tongue fall on her thigh.

“I negotiated a higher price, so over the next month, I’ll make twenty thousand.”

“No fucking way,” I say, crawling up. I kiss her forehead, her neck, her tits. “Wow, Ce. You’re fucking killing it.”