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I had enough of seeing her like this. For weeks she'd come back home, come back to me with exhaustion written all over her face. And I couldn't do anything because I was supposed to be her bestfriend and nothing more. I wanted more and more.
Anya was everything to me, and I always thought she deserved the world. So seeing her like was breaking my heart, and I simply reached my breaking point.
“Come here, Anya.” I said, my voice soft but firm, “Now.”
She turned her face away from the TV to look at me, confused but oh so pretty. I arched an eyebrow, and in a second she sat closer to me on the couch.
“Is everything all right?” She asked, honey dripping out of her fucking mouth, always so sweet. Like candy, and God only knew how much I wanted to devour her.
“Closer,” I ordered, even though she was so close our thighs were touching. “On my lap, baby.”
I would have never called her that before, but I couldn't hold back anymore. I needed to take care of her, I wanted my Anya back. Relaxed and soft. Anya looked at me, surprised, but did as she was told and crawled until she was sitting on my lap. My arms automatically wrapped around her, pulling her close to me.
“I knew you'd be good,” I murmured in her ear, “Such a good girl.” I kissed her forehead, and she melted agaisnt me.
“Archer..” She whispered, almost like a whimper and it did things to me. Heart racing and hands trembling, I grasped her plush hips, making sure her body was flushed against mine.
“I know, sweet baby,” I kissed her cheek this time, and she closed her eyes, sighing and smiling. Anya didn't even question my behavior, she just accepted it as if she'd been waiting for it. For me. “Can you let me take care of you?” I asked, desperate, “I need this, I can't keep seeing you this exhausted.”
She pulled back to look at me, relief was written all over her beautiful face, fucking gorgeous. Anya nodded, “Yes, please.” She always had been a sweet woman, even more with me. She’d say please, and thank you with that soft tone and that sweet smile, making my heart melt and my cock harden. We had met twenty years ago, and she was everything to me, everything I was afraid to loose. And god, I needed to love her, and I craved to ruin her.
“What do you need, baby?” I muttered, with a calm voice even though I was buzzing inside. I would never raise my voice at her. “Tell me. I'd give you anything.”
Her smile widened, “Anything?” I nodded, and slowly she moved her hips against me, “Is this okay?”
I groaned, my wet dream was becoming real and she was asking if it was okay? “Yes, baby, move those hips for me.” Anya nodded, she grabbed my forearms and continued to move, letting out soft moans. My hands lowered and raised her skirt so I could watch her, and my eyes immediately darkened. My cock was rock hard, and Anya, my sweet, soft, dirty Anya was rubbing herself agaisnt it.
I let out a rough sound, between a moan and a whimper, “Do you feel my cock, baby?”
She nodded, eager, “I do.” She moaned again, “Feels good against me.”
I chuckled, and slapped her thigh. “Against what, baby?” I demanded.
Anya blushed, “Against my pussy.” She whined when I moved my hips, hard cock meeting her swollen clothed clit.
“Good girl,” My hands wandered on her thighs, pulling her more firmly against my cock. I looked down and realised we both were making a mess on my pants, precum and her own wetness were wetting my jeans and her underwear.
Her head fell on my shoulder, moving her hips faster, she started moaning louder. “Archer.. Feels so good… Ah!”
My smile widened, my cock throbbed in my pants. “Keep talking, sweet baby.. Can’t wait to fuck your pussy,” I groaned, and grabbed her hips to make her move faster.
“Oh god! Y-yes, please,” She cried out.
“Off, take your underwear off.” I ordered. She stood her from my lap, and took off her underwear and I opened my jeans, freeing my thick and hard cock.
“Come back here, now.” My cock was throbbing in need. I wasn’t going to fuck her now. I wanted to feel her cunt against me. Anya sat back down on my lap, her drenched pussy connected to my dick.
She immediately moved, “Fuck! Ah, oh god, oh god!” My dick was rubbing against her clit.
“Fuck, babygirl,” I groaned, “I'm going to come all over your sweet pussy.”
She gasped at my words, “Y-yes!” Her hold on me suddenly tightened, nails digging in my skin. She was close.
I kissed her cheek softly, “Next time, I'm coming inside you,” I murmured in her ear.
Anya immediately cried out, and I knew she liked the idea, “Archer!” She kept moving as she came, and fucking squirted on my lap. I came all over her pussy, painting it white.
“We made quite the mess, baby,” I murmured, kissing her lips for the first time and she whined against my lips. She kept kissing me, her hips moving still but very slowly, as if trying to keep the orgasm going. I pulled back slowly, letting my lips trail all over her face, and holding her tightly against me. I could feel her pussy dripping on my cock.
“Messy girl,” I moaned, liking the feeling. Liking it a bit too much. “Don't move, baby, you feel so good.”
Anya whined again, “I'm all sticky.”
I chuckled, sliding a hand in her hair I pulled her head back. “And why is that?”
She blushed, freckles disappearing under the pink skin, “Because you came on me.”
I slapped her ass. “No, where did I came baby?”
She groaned, “On my pussy.” She mumbled.
I kissed her lips again, “Good girl.”
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