Free Fighting for My Best Friend (Fated #4) by Hazel Kelly Page A

and rose to her knees on the bed.
    When I looked into her eyes, there was almost a glint of fear.
“Come here,” I said, rolling onto my back.
    “Aiden, I don’t think-”
    “I’m not asking,” I said, tilting my head up.
    She walked over on her knees, and I grabbed her slim waist with
both hands, pulling her towards me. Then she lifted one leg over to the other
side of my face so she was kneeling right above me.
    I pushed her dress up and admired her glistening clit with a smile.
“Time for my medicine.”
    Her eyes grew wide just before I pulled her down onto my face.
    Her hands went for the headboard immediately. At first, I could
feel the tension in her legs as she tried to hover over me. But when I started
to circle her clit with my tongue, I felt the energy drain from her as I was
hoping it would. It meant I could hold her like a rag doll by the hips and move
her just how I wanted.
    She moaned as I sped up, and the sound of her pleasure only made
me more eager to feel her throbbing bud against my tongue.
    “Aiden,” she breathed.
    I could feel my dick straining with each drop of her silk that I
sucked into my mouth.
    And soon her hips were moving of their own accord, fucking my
face like I wanted her to, like I knew her body wanted to, using the headboard
for leverage as she rocked over my mouth.
    She moaned and froze so I knew she was both close and trying to
control her orgasm in a way I was desperate to make impossible. I darted my
tongue into her as deep as I could, curling back the juice available to me as
her hips bucked over my face. In and out, in and out, her pussy clenching
tighter all the time.
    Then I laid my tongue flat against her clit and circled like
before until only high pitched gasps escaped her lips.
    “Aiden,” she said. “I’m coming.”
    I didn’t stop moving my tongue until she spasmed over me,
shaking so her thighs clenched against my cheeks. The warmth of her pulsing
pussy spread through me as I sank my tongue as deep into her as it would go,
scooping out the gush of come that had burst forth from her center.
    I felt the muscles of her legs relax against my arms as I drank
from her, and when I was satisfied that I’d had my fill, I lifted her by the
waist and set her down beside me.
    She collapsed against the pillows and faced me on her side,
looking at me through lazy eyes that were full of bliss.
    I smiled and wiped my mouth on the back of my hand, admiring her
in her joyful state.
    She looked like she might pass out when the hotel phone let out
an obnoxious briiinnngg behind her, jolting her from her reverie. It caused her
eyes to open wider, but she made no move for it. Instead, she just looked at me
and smiled like I’d only ever seen her smile once before.
    And the look on her face was almost enough to make my head swell
as big as my dick, but the latter had a head start and was nearly bursting from
the knowledge that there was a tight, soaking pussy in the room.
    “How was your medicine?” she asked softly.
    “I tell you what,” I said. “I feel about a hundred and fifty
percent better.”
    “Just a hundred and fifty?”
    “Yeah,” I said, admiring the flush of her cheeks.
    She raised her eyebrows. “Not two hundred?”
    “No.”
    “Maybe there’s something we can do to get you the rest of the way,”
she said, letting her eyes drift to where my dick was ready to tear open my
nicest suit.
    “You mean something you can do?” I asked hopefully, my eyes on
her wet mouth.
    “Do you think that would make you feel better?” she asked,
getting the hint.
    “Definitely,” I said. “Loads.”
    She smiled, causing little creases to spring from her eyes. “I’m
happy to hear that.”
    “Oh?” I asked. “Why’s that? Is it something you’ve been thinking
about?”
    She pursed her lips and nodded. “A lot.”
    I nearly burst in my boxers.
    “Plus,” she said. “After all that I’m kind of thirsty.”
    “I’m prepared to help you with that any way that I