Best Friend Obsession

Denise awoke to find Mike resting on top of her chest. She couldn’t bear the idea of waking him up since he looked to be at peace.

Denise slid him off her slowly, but she noticed him reaching out in his sleep for her, so she instantly placed her pillow by his hand.

She then entered the bathroom, brushed her teeth, and entered the shower.

She’d just brushed her hair when she felt rough hands wrap around her waist.

“How come you didn’t wake me up?” he wondered. She couldn’t help but laugh when she turned around to see him throwing a tantrum.

Before leaning in to kiss her, he gave her a small smile. She placed her legs around Mike’s waist as he carried her by her thighs.

He looked at her before raising her hips slightly and slowly entering her. She let out a moan as he began to speed up, all the while maintaining eye contact.

“You’re so hot,” he moaned before thrusting into her again.

“M-Mike, what- ahhh.. ohh,” she moaned, unable to speak.

She could feel her belly tightening and squeezing around him.

“F*ck, Denise, break that sh*t,” he pushed.

Denise had barely recovered from being thrown on the bed when Mike thrust into her again. Denise was still hurt from the last night’s wild activities, but she also didn’t want to let Mike down.

“I can’t take it any longer, M-mike,” she grumbled. “Let go for me, love,” he grunted, some of his hair falling in his face.

Denise arrived and allowed Mike to finish himself before releasing himself inside of her once more.

He kissed her lips and turned her so she was on top of him. “Ahhh, f*ck me,” he huskily demanded. She blushed and looked away, knowing she didn’t know what to do, but she tried anyway.

She traced her fingers from his lips to his jaw, then down to his throat. She then ran them down each of his muscles until she reached his hips. His hair down there was much lengthier than the hair on his head.

Denise kissed his v-line and then licked him in an attempt to be bold.

She looked up at him through her lashes and saw that he was fixated on her mouth.

She then ran her finger along a vein on his c*ck and watched as clear liquid juices poured out.

She took a deep breath, bowed her head, and licked it off, hearing Mike moan at the sensation. She looked up to see him proudly smiling at her.

She took the tip first, then pushed more and more of him into her mouth. Mike’s fingers tangled in her thick curls as he held the back of her head.

He hit the back of her throat and, strangely, she didn’t gag, which only fueled his desire to push her up and down faster.

“F*ck, aahhhh… don’t you wish to stop, Denise,” he grumbled.

He pushed her down on himself so hard that he filled her throat with air before allowing her to rise again.

He did this a few more times before starting to fuck her throat. Denise then felt him quiver inside her mouth, and his sperm flew down her throat.

When he saw she had devoured it all, he pulled it out of her mouth and kissed her.

“You’re so great,” he said, unable to take his gaze away from her. She then pushed him back down, climbing on top of him and trying to touch him.

Denise climbed over him and slowly inserted it, but she must have taken too long because he jerked his hips up to hers, trying to fill her.

She let out a pained gasp and clutched his chest, her breasts dangling in front of his face.

She began to get used to his size after a while.

She moaned against him while rocking her hips against his and he took one of her boobs in his mouth.

Denise winced as he smacked her ass, but she said nothing as she let him do what he wanted. She reminded herself that as long as he’s happy, everything is fine.

One thing she’s discovered about Mike from their sexual encounters is that he’s a rough person. He also enjoys being in command.

Denise has always wanted to be responsible for her husband. She looked forward to trying to cook for him even though she doesn’t know how to cook, tidying up after him, and appreciating him, as sexist as it sounded.

She made her decision a long time ago, and even though she and Mike are already married, she wants to treat her husband; she loves him, and even if it hurts her, she’ll be happy as long as he’s happy.

She finally pounced on him, yelling his name and resting her forehead against his.

He went on, guiding her hips against the wall.

His lips pressed against hers as he kissed her.

“Ahhh, Mike,” she exhaled, feeling him grow even larger inside of her if that’s possible.

They came together after what must have been a few minutes.

He sat up, still inside her, and looked her in the eyes. “We should probably use a condom next time,” she said, remembering that they never use a condom every time they do it.

He became enraged. “No, we will never use that.”

She then said, puzzled. “What do you mean no? Is it okay with you to get me pregnant?” she asked as if he hadn’t already guessed.

“Yes, I want you to get pregnant,” he stated unequivocally. Denise then blinked a few times, trying to process what he had said.

“I want children, and I want you to have them; we’re married, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Mike, I’m not ready for that, isn’t that fast for a baby?” she exclaimed, stunned.

“Okay, fine if you don’t want,” he said, his voice sad. Denise then felt bad about what she had said.

“Do you want kids?” she asked, perplexed.

“Yes, more than anything, especially if they’re with you,” Denise replied, blushing and biting her lower lip before nodding. “All right, if you’re that sure.”

Mike then flashed her a wide smile and kissed her lips before spinning them over again.

Denise was exhausted, but the man had the stamina of a wolf.

“I really want to try something different in position when we do it, is that okay with you?” he asked as he got out of bed.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

He pecked her lips as he walked into his closet, and she nodded hesitantly.

She kept telling herself, “As long as he’s happy, she will do everything for him.”