Page 53 of Naughty & Nice

“N-no,” I stutter, trying to decide exactly what I’m feeling right now. “It’s just… weird.”

“Reassuring,” he laughs. “If it helps, you feel fucking incredible.”

His words light me up inside—that is, until he pushes a little deeper and a bolt of pain shoots through me.

“Fuck,” he grunts, able to read it on my face,

He lowers himself over me, resting on his elbows beside my head.

“I’m sorry,” he says before slamming his lips down on mine, trying to distract me as he punches his hips forward, sinking all the way inside me.

I cry out, but Hendrix swallows it with his kiss.

He freezes, waiting for me to get used to the invasion.

His kiss continues, and I happily lose myself in it.

I’m having sex with my best friend.

He’s inside me right now.

Hendrix’s dick is?—

“Oh,” I gasp the second he moves. “That’s?—”

“Okay?”

“Y-yeah, I think so.”

“I won’t last long,” he promises. “You feel… this is…”

“It’s okay.”

“I want to make you feel good too.”

“You are. You do,” I promise him.

“You’re hurting,” he says with a deep frown.

“It’s nothing. Keep going. Please.”

So he does. He pulls out almost all the way before sinking back inside me.

With him hovering just above me, I get to see exactly how it affects him. Undiluted pleasure washes over his face.

It’s everything.

“So much better than my hand,” he muses, making me laugh. “Oh shit,” he grunts when I clench around him. “Shit. Shit. Fuuuuuck,” he groans, flying over the edge. His dick jerks inside me as his entire body stills. His face morphs just like it did earlier when he got off on me.

So. Fucking. Sexy.

His groan rips through the bedroom loud enough to let Wilder know what’s happening, but I don’t care. He can listen all he likes.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t?—”

“Shush,” I whisper, grabbing his cheeks and dragging his lips to mine as his dick softens inside me.

I kiss him as deeply as I can, letting my hands roam over his body. I love the way his muscles bunch and pull as my palm slides down his back.