Bad Best Friend by Elise Faber

Author:Elise Faber [Faber, Elise]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781637490419
Publisher: Elise Faber

Sixteen

Rafe

He was going to hell, and he couldn’t summon a fuck to give about it.

Glistening folds, shorn curls, lush legs spread wide.

And Cora in that dress that revealed more than it covered, the hem dancing around her ass, the top so low cut that her tits were nearly bursting free as she lifted herself up onto her elbows and stared down at him.

With mischief in chocolate eyes.

“You just going to look at it?” she murmured.

He was tempted to.

“It is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he said, stroking a finger through her folds.

So. Fucking. Wet.

Like a knife through butter, and he knew that he’d slid right into the hot, tight clasp of her. No resistance. Just liquid silk.

Cora’s head tipped back, her throat on display and calling for his mouth.

But the part in front of him was calling louder.

He drew his finger back down, tracing patterns through her labia, slowly making his way back up to her clit, pressing lightly.

A gasp. A curse. Her thighs shaking. Her hips thrusting up.

His head dipped. He inhaled.

And…he lost control.

Hands beneath her ass and drawing her close, yanking her against his mouth, thrusting his tongue deep inside, his thumb sliding up, circling her clit, pressing firmly.

And…Cora lost control.

She bucked against him, thighs clenching around his head so tightly he almost couldn’t breathe, the mattress bouncing when her elbows gave way and she caught his hair, holding him to her. Fine by him. He was prepared to drown in her.

But first, he needed to get her off, to see her come apart for him.

He needed to know everything about her.

What touches sent her soaring. What words pushed her over the edge. Did she like his tongue—

Oh yeah. She definitely liked his tongue there.

Firm kisses and gentle circles.

But suction. Suction was where it was at for her.

“Shit. Rafe. Oh fuck!” Her hips ground against his mouth, her hands gripped tighter. Hell, that stung. He would be surprised if he had any hair left when he was done, and truthfully, he wouldn’t give one fuck if he ended up with two bald patches by the time he made her come.

Not that he gave a fuck.

Because he’d be making her come.

Because…

Thoughts left him as he became a machine focused on making sure she reached the precipice, that she toppled over the edge. He drank her up, sucked her harder, deeper, pressed a finger home at the same time as he hauled her closer to him.

Her breath caught.

One breast popped free from her dress.

The sight of her nipple, beaded and calling for his mouth had him doubling down, moving faster, circling and licking, kissing and sucking and—

She came apart on his mouth, a gush of liquid on his tongue.

Tart berries, sweet Cora.

Her hair was splayed around her shoulders, her eyes were half-mast. Her other breast was threatening to escape, and fuck yeah, when she took a deep breath, his wish came true, and it popped free. Dusky nipples. Jiggling breasts. Glistening skin.

The fucking best.

“Rafe,” she whispered, lifting her head enough that those heavy, half-mast eyes collided with his.

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