Escaping the Friendzone (Monsters of Moonvale, #3)

by Emily Antoinette

This happens with all of my leggings—my thighs are too powerful to be contained.

Doug never explicitly told me that, but it’s an implied part of being someone’s best friend—don’t fuck their little sister. Their sister with a lush body that I dream about seeing naked, and a mouth full of sarcasm begging to be shut up by my cock. Like I said, I’m a pervert.

“The only tears I wanted to see from you were when you’re choking on my cock, baby girl.”

“That’s my girl. Take out daddy’s cock and show him how eager you are to try.”

Fuck, I love her ass. I could write a poem about how pretty it looked all tender and red from my hand.

“I haven’t let anyone take care of me. It’s easier to not ask for anything than to be let down when someone decides I’m not worth the effort.”