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This short story is the second in the GOOD FRIEND series from Jillian Hoff.
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Excerpt from GOOD FRIEND Volume 2: Work It For Me:
“Fuck yes. Suck it!”
I did as he ordered, keeping it in as deep as I could for as long as possible before backing off to catch my breath. I sucked up and down, varying my speed and pressure, using my tongue and teeth. After a few minutes he stood up from the chair with his whole dick in my mouth, pulling me up with him. I was still on my knees but now he stood in front of me with his fingers laced through my hair.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth,” he said.
He wasn’t asking for permission, but I nodded as if he were. He pulled my head forward by my hair while thrusting in, then pistoned in and out, using me exactly as promised. I gasped and held on for the ride, my face getting as wet as my pussy.
Dillon reached down the back of my dress and unclasped my bra.
“Get rid of that,” he said.
I couldn’t respond verbally, occupied as I was. I pulled the undergarment off and out through a sleeve with some familiar maneuvering, then let it drop to the floor.
Dillon pulled out of my mouth and dragged me up to my feet. He spun me around and dropped me into the office chair while he yanked the top of my dress open. The chair rolled back on its casters and came to rest against a filing cabinet. He grabbed my tits with both hands and hauled them out past the fabric of my dress. Pressing forward, he straddled me and slid his cock into my cleavage. Pushing them together with both hands to hold his dick in place, lubricated with slobber from my throat, he tit-fucked me in that chair as if it was something I’d given him permission to do.
I had not allowed a man to do this to me since the time an early boyfriend tried it in the back of his car after a party. Everything was dry and it didn’t seem to do much for him. It did nothing at all for me. We agreed it was just a novelty idea, and I jerked him off into my mouth instead. This time was different though. Dillon pinched my erect nipples as he held my tits together, the inertia from his pounding pulling hard where he gripped them between his thumb and forefinger. It hurt the way I like it, but I don’t think he cared either way. He was using me like he’d found a new angle on his own private fuck doll.
Go easy on him. Had Claudia actually said that? I couldn’t imagine what she would think if she could see him now.
“Open your mouth,” he said.
“What?” I asked.
He responded by sliding up through my tits and pressing the head of his cock into my lips.
“Suck it like this.”