When his lips met mine, he slammed himself into me as fast and hard as he could. His kiss was soft, but his thrusts were brutal. I parted my lips, allowing for him to slip his tongue into my mouth, and tightened around him, wanting to blurt out all the feelings I had for him.
But I couldn’t get myself to do it.
After all, this was happening because I’d found out his dirty secret. Not because he liked me.
“Where do you want it?” he murmured after ten minutes of orgasm after orgasm.
If I told him that I wanted him to dump his load inside my pussy, he’d laugh right in my face. I had never once seen him come inside anyone’s pussy before, only ever on their faces and very rarely down their throats.
“Please, don’t stop,” I cried instead, dragging my nails down his back. “Please!”
“Where do you fucking want it, you dirty little whore?”
I tightened my pussy around him and pretended like I hadn’t heard.
He chuckled darkly. “Your pussy got all tight, Athie. You want it inside you?”
My cheeks flushed, and I tried to hide my face in the crook of his shoulder because I was so embarrassed. There was no doubt in my mind that he would pull out. I was just another girl to him, someone he could get off to, just his friend.
“I’m going to make you fucking say it one way or another, so you’d better start talking.”
“Charlie,” I whispered.
He smacked my cheek. “Where do you want it?”
No response.
Smack.
“Where do you want it?”
Still nothing.
Smack.
“Where do you fucking wan?—”
“Inside me, please!” I cried, unable to stop myself.
My body was doing all kinds of betraying me today. He shouldn’t even be inside me right now, so I shouldn’t care. But I felt so wrong, so dirty. Charlie was my best friend, my best fucking friend whose cock was now plunged deep into my cunt.
“Please,” I cried. Begged. “Please, Charlie!”
His thrusts became even quicker. He wrapped his arms underneath my shoulders and grasped them, pulling me toward him with every thrust. “I’ve never come inside a woman,” he growled, voice husky in my ear.
“I-I know,” I cried out, about to explode again. “I’m sorry for asking. Y-you don’t ha?—”
Before I could finish my sentence, he slammed his cock deep into my pussy and grunted. He stilled for a couple of moments, not pulling out as his dick twitched inside me, and then he shoved his cum even deeper.
“Charlie!” I cried, coming all over him.
Through hazy eyes, he watched me come down from my fifth orgasm of the morning. And only then did he pull out of my pussy, spreading my legs and admiring his cum dripping out of my pulsing hole.
“Charlie,” I whispered, sitting up on my forearms.
My heart pounded inside my chest as my gaze dropped to his cum drooling onto the rug underneath us. I went to stand, to wipe it all out of me because this wasn’t right. We were best friends.
But he caught me and shoved his fingers into my cunt, pushing his cum back inside me. “Mine,” he growled. “This pussy is now mine, Athie.”
