Wildest Dreams (Forbidden Love, #2)

by L.J. Shen

“Oh, sweetheart.” He shook his head as if I were a lost cause. “Nothing wholesome and sweet like that. I wanted to fuck you is all. I want to fuck most things that move. I’m no Prince Charming. The only scenario in which I’d have a redeeming bone in my body is if I got in a car accident and my body melted into someone else’s.”

I understand Daddy Rhyland here spoke to Bruce about you wanting to go back to school?” Cherrie smiled. Dylan shot me a death glare. Completely off-topic, but I was willing to pawn my other Rolex and a kidney just to hear her call me Daddy Rhyland.

“Thank you.” She kissed the slit of my penis. Oh god. I was going to marry her for real if she continued this way.

I leaned against the quartz wall, internally acknowledging that I had the audacity to fuck my best friend’s sister in his own shower,

This woman was either going to be the death of me or the love of my life. No in-between about it.

“Are you fucking him as we speak?” Tucker asked finally after a long pause. Disgust dripped from each and every one of his syllables, and I wanted to give him a piece of my mind. But I let Dylan have the honor. She never disappointed when it came to put-downs. “No.” She was done trying to be quiet, moaning loudly, like in a porno. The thwack of our skin slapping together rang in the air. So did the wet sounds of her pussy and the soft thud of my balls hitting her lower ass cheeks. “For your information, he’s fucking me.” More silence. My chest rumbled with a chuckle.

Dylan clutched onto the coat hanger harder, her knuckles whitening. “Just get inside, Rhy. I don’t care if I fart on you—I want my ass fucked.” Holy shit. Was I falling in love?

“Don’t let our dynamics in bed fool you, Coltridge. I’m not a charity case. We’re equals. And I’ll decide when and where I want this to end. Now fuck my ass and shut up.”

I shot my load inside her asshole less than a minute after in an orgasm that ripped through me like a hurricane. She came too. We rocked that climax together. I made sure I emptied out inside her, then I rearranged her panties over her asshole and her cunt. She glanced at me over her shoulder, still scowling. “Aren’t I going to drip from there?” “Pucker that asshole tight, sweetheart.” I gave her ass a friendly tap. “And if you manage to keep it all in, when we get back, I’ll eat it off you.”

“So do you wanna come over to my place for that…um, thing you promised me?” Dylan turned to look at me, blushing. Fuck, I wanted to. There was nothing I wanted more than to eat her cum-glazed donut hole.

“Did you manage to hold it all in like I asked?” I fussed, running my nose along the tip of hers. “Yes,” she said proudly. “Every single drop.” My cock was about to burst out of my pants. I pressed her head to my chest. I’m falling.

DYLAN I woke up with my limbs tangled in Rhyland’s and a hangover from hell. Also, my anus felt like a herd of elephants had blasted through it on the way to freedom.

I ended up scrubbing myself back into something semicivilized, brushing my teeth three times, and chugging down water and Row’s authentic thin-crust Italian pizza. The apartment looked spotless. I didn’t know how, but he’d somehow gotten rid of the puke stench too. A good friend. Especially considering the fact that up until four days ago, my dick was so far in his sister’s ass I knew the shape of her kidneys.