B E S T F R I E N D | •Tory Lanez ft. Jacquees•

Chapter 22- Working Me😊

Makyah

Even though my shower had helped me sober up some, I was pretty sure alcohol was still the main driver.

I rejoiced when he'd agreed to keeping me company for the night.

The sensible side of me, had wished that we could just forget what I'd pulled earlier on the couch.

While the drunk part of me, had wanted to live life with no regrets, when it came to him.

So when he'd left the room to change, I'd made a choice. I'd turned the lights off and got comfortable, awaiting sleep to snatch me up.

Minutes later, he'd gotten under the covers with me.

"Good night," he murmured into my ear and just then, when his lips brushed against my ear, that sensation returned.

The sensation between my burning thighs returned haunting me. I turned to face him and before he could say anything, I'd kissed him.

My lower belly clenched. I moaned, pulling him closer, but he yanked himself from me.

"Kyah, you my best friend," he whispered huskily.

"And ain't nothing gone change that..." I shimmied out of his T-shirt that I'd been wearing—rendering myself naked.

Pushing up against him, I leaned in catching his bottom lip in my month and biting.

His arms encased me, I was safe from the world, except lust. Lust was controlling me and I had no intention of fighting it, at least not tonight.

And apparently, neither did he. He kissed back, his tongue slowly dancing with mine as his hands massaged my breasts.

My back arched into him, when he'd pinched my nipples, climbing on top of me.

I spread my legs allowing him to do so, gasping when he ground himself against my flower.

My eyes shot open, I'd never felt like this with Malik, never. "Mhm."

His kisses left a blazing trail down my neck and soon he'd been suckling at my breasts.

As much as I'd enjoyed the foreplay, the burning need in between my legs, had me trying to shove his shorts off.

He groaned, "You sure bout this Myk-"

"Shut the fuck up," I growled at him, shutting him up.

His hand snaked down in between my legs after he'd been freed of his shorts.

My head tilted back, when he'd gently started rubbing my nub. So that's what that's for...

I'd never known, but my thoughts had gone out the window when he'd rasped in my ear.

"You wet as fuck. How long you been wantin a nigga?" I couldn't answer. I'd been speechless.

Wet, I was indeed, it'd been a lake in between my legs. "Put it in."

The minute I'd let those words drip from my mouth, he groaned. It was like up until that point, he'd still been trying to convince himself I'd change my mind.

I wrapped my legs around him, hoping he wouldn't leave me in need of him, but when he'd sighed and ground his thick length between my lips, I knew.

I knew he'd given up.

As he kissed my neck, I heard the familiar sound of a condom wrapper tearing. Soon after he'd been aligning himself to me and slowly he started pushing into me.

I froze, he was bigger then Malik and it'd been awhile since I'd fucked. He stopped, "What's wrong?"

He probably would've thought I was lame if I'd told him, so instead I kissed him, tightening a leg around him pulling him deeper, even though my flower felt passed it's limit.

"Ughh," I whimpered/ moaned. He paused again, but this time he reached in between us, rubbing that foreign spot again.

It wasn't long until he had me moaning, eyes rolling to the back of my head. And to think, I'd stayed tied up to Malik for three years.

He grunted, pushing deeper. "Shit," he mumbled. "Fuck you tight."

His angle suddenly changed, taking me by surprise, "Ohh."

He pinched my nipple. I felt like a spring wound tight.

My hips met his in a rhythm as he gripped my ass pushing in deeper. My hands roamed his muscles as he rippled above me, gracefully.

He'd definitely had his fair share of females, his experience showed.

I snapped out of my zoned state when he pinned my hands above my head, my nails must've been digging pretty deep.

He thrust smoothly, not missing a single beat and soon, I was clenched around him as my body shook like an earthquake.

"Ohhh, Zaaii!" Up until that moment, I'd never come. My body trembled from the force that racked my inexperienced form.

His hand tightened around my wrists, I knew his was close. Like my orgasam had triggered his—dominos.

He groaned, burying his head in my neck.  His body had trembled slightly before going rigid and relaxing atop my body.

He seemed exhausted and quite honestly so was I.