Cheat With My Boyfriend Best Friend

I was startled, reflexively bending my knees to get away from Aaron, but they were held down and gently parted by his own leg placed

between mine.

He leaned down and sniffed at my neck, “Well… this little demon doesn’t smell like ketchup today.”

I nudged him gently, “Morris…” I warned him, hoping the formality would discourage him.

He corrected me, “Aaron, darling.”

“Aaron,” I groaned begrudgingly.

He smiled with a beautiful blend of affection and seduction: “What’s

wrong, gorgeous?”

It’s just a shame that his affection and sensuality were just an act to get women in his bed.

I stared into his blue eyes and said slowly, “I don’t want to… Not

tonight.”

He interrupted me with a raised eyebrow, “Think it over.”

I really wasn’t in the mood. I already cheated once. I had my retaliation. Anything more than that would be greedy.

But at that moment, pinned underneath him with his intense bedroom eyes boring into my very being, listening to the live porn coming from

next door, I couldn’t say no.

Aaron must’ve seen my change of heart in my eyes, and didn’t even give me a chance to say a word, his fingers already h*oking into my panties. I wore a black dress today, accented by a rich red lipstick. I wanted to surround myself with the aura of a temptress, but in front of Aaron, I squirmed, all of my confidence leaving me.

I felt my inner walls clench around his fingers in a meek attempt to keep him from exploring any further, but it was no use. He was already three knuckles deep before I could fully tighten around him, meeting the raw desire in my core and leaving me with nowhere to run, except

toward him.

“Black lace.” Aaron said thoughtfully, “It suits you, darling.”

He paused, muttering into my ear. “I’m so f*cking hard for you,

Olive…”

My face instantly flushed. Aaron’s voice was h*ar*e and tired, but it

made him sound even sexier. I felt like I was the victim of a siren’s

curse, and could only look on helplessly as I lost control of my own body.

“If you want me to stop, just tell me.” Aaron smiled even more indulgently, “But I think that’s the last thing your sweet little body needs.”

I closed my eyes, shutting out his smug expression, but in seconds, I felt his hot breath on my face. My eyes flinched open, shocked at the

sudden closeness.

“No,” he ordered. “Keep them closed.” He planted gentle kisses on my eyelids, the slight dryness tickling the delicate skin. Eventually, his kisses moved lower and lower, gliding over the bridge of my nose and grazing my upper lip.

I reflexively raised a hand to cover my mouth, his lips pressing softly against my palm. Unphased, Aaron winked at me, licking from the center of my palm to the tips of my fingers.

I jerked, stifled a squeak, and pulled my hand away. He took that opportunity to bite at my lips while one of his hands snaked behind me, unzipping my dress.

Distracted by the almost suffocating persistence of his kisses, I didn’t notice him undressing me until it was already done. My body cuddled closer to his at the sudden chill, soaking up his heat.

“Eager, aren’t we?” Aaron finally pulled away from my lips, smiling devilishly.

I couldn’t even come up with a snarky remark as I felt his fingers wander up my spine, stopping at my waist. He pinched me gently.

“Ah!” The cry slipped out before I could catch it. This c*cky b*st*rd… What had I gotten myself into now?

At my scream, Aaron ducked down to run his tongue along my throat. I suddenly lost my voice and could only breathe heavily, matching the

him to pull away, but he

my heaving breaths. My bra suddenly felt too tight. I couldn’t

my bra and dove down to suckle at my left breast while his hand

side.

too skilled at this. Maybe that was one of the

with so

I wasn’t completely

away. He lifted his head, eyes glazed over with need as he

you want me to stop now, you might as well just kill

softened.

baby. I just want you to take your clothes off. It’s only fair…” I shot

with mine. I felt him guide my hand to the buttons on his shirt. He sat up

bra fell down to my stomach, the straps falling uselessly down my arms. My breasts rested directly

more

me a hand

me to finish. His body was that of a living Adonis, his muscles sculpted to perfection. I

chest. I wiped it away as I pressed myself into his muscles at the same time. It was firm, yet elastic. I pulled my hand back and felt my own chest. His softness was nothing like

by the way

slowed down and said stubbornly, “You’re

that couldn’t be further

darkening with hostility. He suddenly tightened his grip around my waist and pulled me even tighter against him, reaching down between us to unzip

his c*ck throb underneath me. It

up in him grinding into

his waist. I shrieked, alarmed, and threw my

room.

the bed,

want… to take you… right here,” he

and Emily were still engrossed in each other, spewing filthy words with each creak

I was pinned, I couldn’t hear anything but Aaron. Every gasp, every sweet praise, every slap of

I knew was him.

experiences with Vincent proved this time and

massage from a cheap spa, and every clumsy grope at my chest brought pain and itching. Whenever he’d

to

Aaron in front of me, and

particularly harsh thrust, and the s*oppy sound of his hips colliding with mine reached my

initial surprise at his sudden roughness disappeared under the

here he was targeting

rushed. His attentive foreplay

into his forearm as

traced a teasing line

back with an apologetic

while…”

‘a while’

couldn’t help but be slightly

and answered honestly: “After the little… incident at the bar, I flew to Moscow. I just got back two days

girls there are

and through but he was right about one thing: I needed to stay

deeply into my eyes. “But none of them

of his irises, and I didn’t have to see my face to know I was blushing furiously. Despite the number of women he’d been with in the past, at this

was just a fleeting

trusted. Whether it’s

likes…

he squeezed them

came out slurred. I was too overwhelmed by the feeling of his body against mine-focusing on what he

what feels good…” He pouted as he echoed his words from our last night together, and grinded hard inside of me with a lazy roll

he meant is that he wanted to hear me scream for him. That was his

something I

and if we

decency between us. We’d thrown our morals

biting back most of my moans and hiding what I really thought about him. Sex with him had become

pleasurable means to an

make me surrender myself to

“If you wanna know what