Todos os capítulos de Best Friends' Reckless Cravings : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 48

Three months of absolute drought will make a woman do things she'd normally consider beneath her.I laid back on the sheets, completely naked, staring up at the ceiling fan while my hand worked lazily between my thighs. My skin was slick with coconut oil, glowing under the hue of my bedside lamp. Beside me, my phone propped up against a stack of hardcover books, the camera angled straight down at the wet slit parted wide.I had been dating Tristan for over two years, and somewhere along the line, the fire had turned to damp ashes. He was always tired, always buried in junior exec tasks for his father's empire, and whenever we actually ended up under the covers, it was three minutes of clumsy pumping before he rolled over and snored.Tonight, I was determined to fix it. Or at least force some life into him.I took a high-angle shot capturing my flushed cheeks, my oiled breasts, and my glistening center. I sent it straight to Tristan's private chat.Iris: Look what's waiting for you. I

The cool head pressed against my clit and a soft whimper slipped out. I rubbed it exactly the way he told me, the oil mixing with my own wetness until everything was shiny and filthy.His commands kept coming, “Now push just the tip in, nice and slow so daddy can watch that little hole stretch.”I guided the thick head lower and pressed. The stretch burned in the best way. My mouth fell open on a shaky exhale as the tip sank inside me. In the mirror, my pussy lips parted greedily, ready for the seven inch dildo.“Fuck…” His breath hitched on the other end. For the first time tonight I heard the wet sound of his fist moving over his cock. “Give me another inch, baby.”Another thick ridge disappeared inside me. “Ah!”“All the way, princess. I want every inch buried. Then hold still. Don’t move until I say...”I sank down until the base pressed against me. I was too full. The dildo filled me in a way my own fingers never could. My reflection stared back at me, eyes glassy and lips parted

The cold titanium dragged across my clit and every muscle locked.I was on my knees, ass raised, Tristan’s soft breathing only inches from my face. Close enough that one wrong sound would end everything. He swirled his cockhead against my entrance.“M-Malc-”Malcolm’s hand clamped over my mouth before I could speak. His fingers dug into my cheeks, forcing my head back until I met those gray eyes.“Call me that again,” he rasped, “and I will fuck you until this bed wakes him.”I nodded hard against his palm, a whimper already trapped in my throat.His other hand gripped my hip and shoved my thighs wider with his knee. Cool air kissed my folds. The position was filthy, my cunt completely open while his son slept under my chin.“I flew you three thousand miles,” he growled. “Put you in my estate. Let you sleep in my silk. And the moment you got restless you crawled in here like a bitch in heat?”Shame burned through my chest, my pussy was clenching and unclenching.He leaned over me unti

Every night, Malcolm joined me in bed a little past midnight and took care of me till I came all over him while screaming his name.Until that Thursday afternoon when a sleek black town car pulled into the estate driveway.I watched as Victoria, Malcolm's fiance, stepped out like she was straight off the cover of Vogue. She looked every bit of a runway supermodel, wrapped in an ivory coat with a diamond shining on her left hand. Malcolm joined her and pressed a kiss to her cheek.Seeing them side-by-side felt like an ice pick directly to my chest.The suffocating reality of who I was, and what this was, dawned on me, dragging me down into a silent spiral.She was the refined and high-society fiance. And me? Just the college graduate slipping between his sheets in the dark for his sweat and seed.That night, when Malcolm came, he pulled me underneath his towering frame before I could even sit up. His mouth caught mine in a bruising kiss, his strong hands parting my thighs ruthlessly.