“Yes,” she says with another pout. “But you don’t deserve it.”
“Don’t think I ever will,” I agree. “I’ll do my best to earn it though. Every damn day you keep me around.”
That has her hand flopping onto the couch. “You’re the best man I know, Zach Bradley! Don’t you be talking smack about yourself!”
Aw, shit. Is there any wonder I’m a fool for her?
Because she deserves to feel good after makingmefeel good, eyes locked on hers, I flutter my tongue through her folds.
That triggers another squeal.
But she doesn’t cover her face.
Nah, she sits up on her elbows again.
Hiding a smile, I lap at her clit, watching what makes her squirm and what makes her space out.
I wasn’t lying about not having done this in a long time—this is a learning curve for us both and she’s a class I refuse to fail.
As I pick up on what gets her hot, I move faster, licking and nibbling here and there in spot attacks.
Thrusting my tongue into her earns me a groan and her head tips back.
When I rub her clit at the same time with my nose, one of her heels digs into the couch and the other angles onto my shoulder, granting me better access.
After she shoves her cunt into my face, I grab my dick and hold on for the ride.
I don’t stop until she’s a wriggling, moaning mess under me.
But it’s when she cries out my name that I realize what’s happening.
This is Denny.
My best friend.
The crush I didn’t let myself have.
The best kiss I’ve ever had.
And I come.
I can’t help it.
I moan into her slit, sensing her appreciation of the extra vibration while I milk myself dry.
Panting into her pussy, I keep it up as she arches her hips, wanting her to associate me with pleasure because if getting her hooked on Os is the way to keep her with my dumb ass, then I’ll do what I gotta do.
Ah, Jesus,howwill I ever cope?
Smirking in delight, I savor her cries. Her ass pumps into the air as she rides my massive grin, cries morphing into moans before a shrill sob bursts from her and she slumps into the couch.
Her gaze is no longer on me, but the ceiling, and that’s when she whispers, “Wow.”
“Better than just your fingers?”
She wafts a hand. “Definitely. You can be cocky. You deserve it.”
I amsofucking relieved that I didn’t suck at sucking. “You were beautiful when you came, gorgeous.”
