Gifting Me To His Best Friend Read online Katee Robert (A Touch of Taboo #2)

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: A Touch of Taboo Series by Katee Robert
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Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42315 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
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“Does that feel good?”

“Yes.” I make a whining noise. “But it’s not enough.” I reach down and push two fingers into me. “My fingers aren’t big enough.”

“Fuck,” he breathes. “Can’t have that. Use mine.”

I waste no time grabbing his hand and guiding it between my spread thighs. After some consideration, I arrange him right next to where his cock presses against his pants, two fingers at attention. It feels like I’m moving my very own Derek sex doll, and I can’t get over how dirty this is. I sink onto his fingers and moan.

“Shh, Emma.” His jaw is tense. “Gotta be quiet or Grayson’s going to wake up.”

He doesn’t move. Just holds perfectly still as I slide up and down his fingers and stroke my clit. The fact that I’m naked and completely exposed only makes this hotter. Grayson could walk out at any time and I’d have no way to pretend I’m doing anything other than riding his best friend’s fingers.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy.” He makes a pained sound. “Rub your tits on my face, baby. Use me to make yourself good.”

“Like a toy.”

“Exactly like that.” He nods slowly. “You’re not cheating on Grayson when you feed a dildo into that tight little pussy, are you? I’m your toy. Use me.”

I lift myself off his fingers and press my breasts together to rub myself against his face. No matter what Derek says about being a toy, that doesn’t stop him from licking my nipples and sucking them into his mouth, first one side and then the other. His beard only adds to the sensation. I feel his hands moving against my thighs, but I don’t realize his intent until I sink down and his bare cock is there. I reach down and hold him still as I rub myself along his length. “Just another toy?”

“Aren’t you empty, baby? Wouldn’t it be good to be filled with that toy in your hand?”

Now it’s my turn to play the reluctant party. “I don’t know.” I arch up, offering him my breasts again. “I can’t think.”

“Then don’t think.” He’s actively touching me now. Grabbing my ass and squeezing, his fingers skating down the lower curve to guide me forward and up. And then down his stomach, until the head of his cock is there. Derek exhales and then he’s there at my entrance. “Just a little, baby. Just the tip hardly counts.”

“Derek, we shouldn’t.” But I roll my hips to take him inside. “Oh fuck, that feels good.” I do it again, working my way down his length. “Just one stroke. Just one isn’t really fucking.”

“That’s right baby. Only one stroke doesn’t count.” He pulls me tight against him, sealing us together.

He felt good behind me, but this position feels a thousand times hotter. Or maybe that’s the fantasy doing it, playing at cheating on my husband. I rock on his cock, but he doesn’t let me put any distance between us. When I whimper, Derek leans back against the couch, reclining until my tits are in his face. “It’s still only one stroke as long as I don’t leave you.” He grinds me down on him, drawing forth another whimper. “And why would I want to leave this hot, tight pussy? You’re so wet, Emma. Just for me.”

I dig my fingers into his hair and pull his head to my breasts. “I’m so close to coming. This is so wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this.”

He keeps pulsing up into me, grinding me on his cock, against his stomach. It’s so fucking filthy, a complete violation of the rules we just created. “It’s only one stroke, Emma. Just one little stroke. It hardly counts.” He sucks hard on one nipple, making me whimper. “But, fuck, I could come from this stroke alone.”

I’m so close, I’m panting. “You can’t, Derek. If you come inside me, he’ll know. He’ll catch us.”

“It’s okay, baby.” He nips the underside of my breast and soothes it with his tongue. “If I come inside you, I’ll lick that pussy clean. I promise. He’ll never know that you were out here, riding my cock, taking me so fucking deep, using me like your own personal sex toy.”

It’s too much. I come hard, writhing on his cock, moaning and whimpering and forgetting entirely that we’re supposed to be quiet. Derek keeps me sealed to him, something like wonder flickering across his expression. “Fuck, Emma. You’re perfection.”

I feel loose and downright punch-drunk. I roll my hips, working myself on his cock as much as he’ll allow. “I can’t believe we’re doing this. We need to stop.”

“Too late, Emma. Too fucking late. You’ve let me inside and I’ve spent seven long years thinking about how I’d fuck you if given a chance.” His hands tighten on my hips. “Do you really want me to stop?” A devastating grin spreads across his mouth. “Or do you want me to fuck you properly?”



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