With eyes like flint, Patrick pinned her hands. He rocked to one side to expose her bare thighs and then his hand was up her skirt.
Cheryl made a noise like she had a puncture.
“We’ll do this slow,” he said, eyes still on hers. “But you’re gonna come for me. It’s been too long.”
He pushed her underwear aside and she watched, panting, as he brushed her bare skin with something like awe. She screwed her eyes shut and spread her legs, all but urging him inside.
“Yesssss,” he muttered, and then his fingers were in her, curling until her eyes rolled back.
“Patrick.”
“That’s it, give up that perfect little pussy.”
She whimpered, trying to process what was happening. He was fingering her. Her best friend was fingering her. Cheryl’s body responded before her brain could blink, hurtling her toward a line she’d never crossed with a guy this way. She gripped Patrick’s biceps as her cunt turned to melted gold. She was going to come.
“What the…? Patrick, how?”
He stared unblinkingly down at her. “Because I’m the man, Cheryl. Now close your eyes and do it.”
Her body obeyed without question, the sensations shooting upward. He moved slower, making her feel every inch of his crooked fingers as they slid in and out of her overheated pussy. She was wet. So wet she was soaking his palm.
He curled upward inside her, and she almost choked on her tongue. Her pulse points and nipples were glowing. Patrick pulled away from her, yanked his hoodie over his head, revealing his wide, tanned, incredibly ripped chest.
Cheryl couldn’t help it, she gasped.
Smirking, he ran a hand down his chiselled abs. “You like that.”
It wasn’t a question. Before she could respond, he eased back inside her. His hand was low between her legs, his fingers pointing upward, his thumb swiping her clit light and steady. “Ride me, KitKat. Come for me.”
All she could see was bright brown eyes and muscle. All she could feel was perfection. She was panting, gasping. She was being so passive. With dads she was always on top, setting the pace and showing them what she liked while they thanked their lucky stars. This wasn’t like that. Patrick was running over her like a train, doing whatever he wanted. The intensity of it made her head spin. She watched his abdomen flex and as he pushed a third finger inside her, she convulsed. “Patrick!”
His thumb stamped hard against her clit. “That’s it. Say my fucking name.”
She had no choice. “Patrick!”
“You know how long I’ve waited to do this? Four years, three months, and five days.”
Cheryl squirmed on his fingers. This man was supposed to be her sweet, platonic best friend, and she was going to come all over him. It was humiliating. Disgusting.
“Patrick. Patrick!”
“Yeah, keep saying it.” He ground into her, the impossible length of his cock rigid against her thigh. “Say my name while you come.”
“We can’t… I can’t…”
“Yes, you can.” His fingers worked faster. “You’re already doing it. You’re gonna come and then you’re gonna sit on my face and do it again.”
Her body locked, her eyes blurred, her mouth screamed nonsense as she orgasmed like a choir girl fucking her first vibrator.
“Yeah,” Patrick snarled from far away. “Good girl. Good sexy little—”
There was a splintering crunch and Cheryl’s ass slanted downwards.
Swearing, Patrick rolled onto the floor, narrowly avoiding her coffee table. “What the…?”
She jumped up, tits bouncing painfully. Her couch had broken, collapsed in the middle like a skate ramp. “Jesus!”
He laughed. “Holy shit, it finally happened!”
