Taken: His BFF 2 - Steamy BWWM Romance Collection: Ravished by You/Conquered by You/Avenged by You (Forbidden Fruit: Naughty Seduction Adventures Boxed Set)

Taken: His BFF 2 - Steamy BWWM Romance Collection: Ravished by You/Conquered by You/Avenged by You (Forbidden Fruit: Naughty Seduction Adventures Boxed Set) by Rowena

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Authors: Rowena
Tags: Romance, Erotic Fiction, Short Stories (Single Author), Interracial
beautiful girl in front of me.
    And what a pretty kitty she has—teasing me, begging for my lips, my tongue.
    I flicker my tongue over her folks and watch her squirm, enjoying the sounds leaving her mouth. I tease her entrance, dart my tongue across her clit. I suck on her juicy lips hard, savoring the gush of moisture lubricating her pussy and readying her for the rest of me. I eat her until she is moaning and gasping helplessly, fucking my face in wild, desperate need.
    Then I use my finger pads to tease her clit gently while my mouth is busy with her folds. I suck and lick and pull at her until her moans are more rhythmic, and I can tell she is on the verge of climax.
    “Jesus, I can’t take it!” she screams right before thrusting her pussy toward me and coming hard against my face and the finger I’ve slipped inside her.
    I can feel her body pulsating, her insides beating in orgasmic rhythm, and I just can’t take it anymore—my dick is raging.
    I raise myself up and let my cock out, shedding my jeans in a flash
    She looks at me with worried eyes, glancing down at my engorged member.
    “Wait, you said it would just be…!”
    “I know, and I’m sorry, Bridge, but I can’t just…stop,” I say, finding her entrance with the tip of my cock and rubbing it over her slick folds.
    I almost plunge it in her right then.
    But I use every bit of restraint in me to say, “But do you really want me to?”
    She doesn’t answer, but I can see the answer written all over her.
    She is biting her lip from begging me, using her eyes to tell me to go on, once again, unwilling to say out loud how much she wants me.
    I tease her with my cock some more, caressing her folds and her entrance.
    I want her to admit it; I need her to say how much she wants my cock.
    “God, Scott just push it in!” she says, and I happily oblige her, ramming it inside her.
    She cries out, and I take a moment to savor the feel of her slick, velvety walls around my dick, gripping it like some fucking virgin.
    There’s no way I’ll get to last a while—not this time.
    I start moving in her, squeezing against her pussy, shoving my cock in and out of her with wild need.
    While I push against her, I start working at her top, lamenting not being able to see her boobs while I take her.
    Instead of taking it all the way off, I just push her top up, and once her boobs pop out, her nipples staring at me, I lose it a little more and start ramming her harder and faster, making her cry out my name helplessly.
    Jesus, this is all sweeter than I imagined, and with her wild cries in my ear, one of her hands grasping at my hair and the other on one of my contracting ass cheeks, plus the tight grip of her juicy pussy, orgasm starts making its way through me, and with a few more thrusts, I come hard inside her, doubly gifted by a second orgasm from her as she contracts around my dick, milking me harder and drawing out my orgasm longer.
    I feel the climax straight through to my curling toes, and I hate the thought of having to pull out of her at some point, but it sure as hell isn’t happening now.
    I collapse on top of her, my dick still pulsing in her.
    “Oh my god,” she whispers, wrapping her arms around me. “That was amazing.”
    Warmth passes over me—at both her words and the feel of her embracing me, her soft, warm skin against mine.
    How I savored every time I got the opportunity to feel her against me—every hug we shared meant more to me that a simple social observance, a polite gesture.
    I know she still might not be ready to take things a little further, but this at least a hell of a start.
    I remember I might be crushing her when I realize she is breathing sort of strangely.
    “Sorry,” I say, moving to roll off of her, my cock withdrawing reluctantly from the warmth and comfort of her body.
    I could swear I hear a moan of protest from her too.
    I snuggle up next to her, keeping our bodies as close as possible, enveloping her with my

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