I Don't Want You Like A Best Friend

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Y/N POV

Remember when I said Taylor no longer had control over me? Yeah. I lied.

All of my dominance flew out the window the second she climbed into my lap, one of her legs on either side of me. I could feel the heat of her pussy, still dripping cum, through my sweats, and it was driving me fucking insane.

Taylor let out a cute little sigh through her nose, smiling at me as she draped her arms over my shoulders. "Hi pretty boy."

My heart skipped a beat. By now my hands were gripping the sides of the chair so hard, I knew they'd be sore tomorrow. I didn't care, though. I had the hottest woman on earth in my lap and only ten more minutes before I could touch her, care free. I could last ten more minutes. Hell, I've lasted this long. 

What's the worst she could do?

Taylor stroked my cheek with her thumb, studying me with her sparkling eyes. "My boy is so handsome." She leaned forward and captured my lips with hers, kissing me gently, though there was a needy edge behind it. 

Pulling away, her lips moved to my neck, licking and sucking the sensitive skin there. I clenched my jaw and leaned my head back, moaning softly. My eyelids fluttered when I felt her teeth sink into my pulse point, before the bite was soothed by the warmth of her tongue. 

I unconsciously started to roll my hips against her, a stream of little groans and sighs flooding from my mouth. 

"I love kissing your neck." Taylor whispered between nips. "You're such a mess when I touch you. I can never get enough."

My only response was another moan. 

"Now tell me." She paused her teasing and met my eyes, her fingers running through my hair tenderly. "What should I do first, hmm? Put my mouth on you, or let you fill my pussy?"

I broke from my pleasure-induced stupor and stared at her, jaw hanging open at her bluntness. Taylor laughed loudly, pulling me in for a quick kiss. "You're adorable." She hummed. "I think I know what I'll do..." 

The blond gracefully slid off my lap and landed on her knees, on the floor. She was eye level with my raging erection, which was threatening to poke a hole in my pants. "Baby..." She tsked, looking up at me with feigned innocence. "Why didn't you tell me how uncomfortable you were in these pants? Lets get these off..." Her thumbs hooked under the waistband of my boxers and sweats, pulling both garments down in one easy motion. 

My cock sprung free, swollen and leaking. Precum splattered my abs when my dick hit my stomach, making me jump. "Mmm my sweet boy...you're so hard. Look at you...whimpering and leaking. You would've cum watching mommy touch herself if you were allowed, wouldn't you?"

Bottom lip pulled tight between my teeth, I nodded reluctantly. 

"But you didn't. You were a good little boy for mommy and you kept your hands to yourself. You know what good boys get?  Good boys get rewarded." Taylor gently took hold of my pulsing cock, giggling when it twitched from her touch. She used her thumb to spread the drops of precum from my nearly-purple head down to the base, moving her hand up and down at a leisurely pace. 

My dick was so sensitive it was almost too much.

Almost.

"Do you want my mouth on you, Sweetheart?" My girlfriend was looking up at me with a knowing smile on her face.

Again, I nodded, panting too much to really say anything coherent. 

"Use your words, Y/n." She tore a page right out of my book, and fuck, I loved it.