Best Friend Obsession

“How could she react like that!? Where were her morals?” she raged. Denise was so enraged that she hit her on the face with the needle gun handle.

“How dare you, you b*tch! You don’t have the right to live in this world, you’re just a shame,” Denise exclaimed, hitting her face once more.

“You almost killed my baby that day, and I almost miscarried!”

Another hit that keeps coming back. Denise’s rage had blinded her, and by the time she did stop, she was splattered with blood, and Claire’s face had been disfigured.

Denise then placed the needle gun on the tray where she found it and returned to the door, only to stop suddenly in her paths. Mike was standing against the door frame. His arms were crossed, and he never took his gaze away from her. Denise didn’t know what to say, so she approached him. He drew her close to him and held her hand.

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Denise encircled his waist and rested her head on his shoulder. They eventually made it back to his room, where he sat her on a chair in his bathroom.

“Mike,” she grumbled.

He was stripping off both her and his clothes. “Thank you for being so compassionate with me,” she said as Mike kissed her cheek, causing Denise to blush.

“I’ll always love you,” Denise said quietly.

Mike came to a complete halt. He clasped both of his hands around her face, forcing her to look at him. “I love you too, sweetie; you are my entire world, I can’t live without you.”

Denise’s tears streamed down her cheeks as she replayed his words in her head.

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“I-I’m just happy,” she said, wiping away her tears. Mike squeezed her as tightly as he could without injuring her. He walked both of them into his shower, allowing the water to wash the blood away before beginning to shampoo her hair.

When he was done, he washed her body, and she did the same to him. Following that, they both dried off, with Mike assisting her and leaving him to finish last.

Denise couldn’t help but notice him tying his washcloth dangerously low around his hips, his v-line poking fun at something she craves.

She then drew him into a kiss so passionate and deep that they both nearly fell into the tub if it hadn’t been for his quick hands.

“Are you sure about this, sweetie? I want you to heal first before we do this again, but if you insist, I won’t be gentle, you know how I am when it comes to this,” he asked, attempting to break the kiss to look her in the eyes. She returned to kiss him with a nod of her head.

He took his time picking her up. Denise kissed him on the throat and heard him make the sexiest moans, which made her stomach stiffen.

He threw her onto the bed and tried to rip off her towel. He started kissing her neck, the bridge between her boobs, and then her belly.

He descended even further until he was directly above her. He blew gently on her thighs, causing her back to arch.

“Mike, please, ah,” she pleaded.

He knelt and kissed her inner thighs. He was kissing all over the place except where she asked him not to.

Denise was frustrated and unable to think clearly. He returned to her face and kissed her on the lips.

“Don’t be so excited, sweetie,” he teased before slipping one of his fingers into her cave.

He drew it in and out before adding another. Denise was on the verge of having an orgasm, and he was well aware of it. She was taken aback when she felt him add a third finger. Mike enjoyed teasing her and started curling his fingers inside her, causing her to moan into a blanket as she reached.

“F*ck, stop teasing me, love, ahhhhh,” she moans as Mike bends down, slurping his fingers, which has already triggered Denise. He was lingering over her, but his gaze never left hers as his tongue licked her lips. She moaned as her hands became entangled in his hair. His beard style tickled her and made her jiggle. She had no idea Mike had such a long tongue until now.

He kisses a certain part of her that had her clitoral orgasm on the spot before she knew it.

He savored her juices before kissing her passionately, allowing Denise to taste herself. She was so engrossed in Mike’s kisses that she didn’t notice when he entered her, so she clutched at his back.

He backed away from the kiss.

looked her in the eyes It was just Mike and her at this point. Nothing could go wrong.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, attempting to get even pretty close than she was already, which only seemed to energize him.

Mike’s thrusts were incredible, and he tried to be as gentle as possible, but their movements caused the bed to shake.

Her stomach tightened after a while. “M-mike,” she wailed.

“Please keep it for me, sweetie.”

He twitched inside her, his impulses became sloppy. She couldn’t take it any longer, and Mike was right behind her, his hot seed splattering her walls.

He remained in that position, gasping for breath lightly in her ear. Much to Denise’s chagrin, he slowly drew away.

“You should get some rest; it’s still early in the morning,” he advised.

He returned with a towel and wiped both of them clean. He picked her up and wrapped the blanket around both of them.

Denise then turned around to face him and watched as his eyes locked on hers.

“Stop staring at me, sweetie; it’s telling me you’d like another round?”

His mouth widened into a wide grin. “We can do whatever you want, my love, until tomorrow,” he muttered, pulling her closer and closing his eyes.

Denise laughed before kissing him, “You’re such a f*cker, love.”