What are friends for? [F28 M28] [friends] [big dick] [creampie] [messy] [oral] [praise] [light degradation] [edging]

It's a sticky, sweltering summer night, the kind of heat that clings no matter how many windows you crack open, cicadas buzzing somewhere in the heavy dark. Inside Matt's cramped living room, the air smells of spilled beer and hot skin. Sweat pools at Maddie's hairline, sliding down her neck as she curls up on the couch.

"The man has never made me cum from penetration," Maddie blurts before she can stop herself. "Yet he's out there disappointing other women behind my back." Two beers in, curled up awkwardly at the far end of her friend Matt's beat-up couch, the sting of her recent breakup still fresh and sharp. The memory of walking in on him, fucking his coworker's face, sticks in her head and refuses to let go.

Matt snorts, the low, disapproving sound pulling her back. He slouches at the opposite end of the couch, irritation flickering behind his calm. "Forget it. He's a fucking idiot, and not just in the bedroom," he says, jaw tight, thick fingers wrapped around a beer. "At least you know where you stand with me."

Maddie rolls her eyes, feeling heat rise to her cheeks. They've known each other forever, but sex talk isn't really their thing. There's a quiet no-go zone, an unspoken rule to keep the easy friendship intact.

Of course, she's heard the rumors. Has enough friends who've slept with him to know he's impressive. She's thought about it more than once late at night, hand down her panties or her ex thrusting inside her. Imagined the thick head of his cock slowly stretching her, inch by inch, until she's creaming all over it. She sees those big hands gripping her hips and thighs roughly, his deep voice coaxing her to look down: to watch what he's doing to her, what they're doing together. Whispering that she's a good girl, that he knows she can take it all. Yeah… she's thought about it.

"Lost in thought there, Madeleine?" Matt's teasing voice pulls her back. She flushes deeper. "Yeah, just distracted. I figure maybe I'm one of those women who just can't come from penetration. Might as well start a convent," she jokes, though the humor falls flat.

Matt's mouth tilts into a slow, playful smile, and he shoots her a wink. "Could be true for some, sure. But in my experience, where there's a will, there's usually a way."

Is he teasing her? Or something more? There's a quiet confidence in his voice, something that makes her pulse stutter.

Maddie, still caught off guard by how close they are and, embarrassingly, where her own mind wandered just moments before, finds herself saying, "Well, I'm pretty sure in your case a girl might have an easier time."

As soon as she says it, she wishes she could grab the words right back. Her lips part, surprised by her own boldness, eyes wide.

Matt's eyes catch fire, a wicked grin spreading. "Oh? What exactly have you heard, Madeleine?" His voice lowers, teasing and sharp, but the heat in it makes her belly flip. She looks up from beneath her lashes, cheeks aflame, then quickly averts her gaze from his teasing smile. When she speaks, her voice is slightly breathless.

"Well, you know how girls talk. Evie loves to gossip... so does Rachel. They, um, said your..." She trails off, gesturing awkwardly toward his lap, the words snagging on her tongue. "Your... you know."

"My cock?" He interrupts, blunt and unyielding. "My cock what, Madeleine?"

He leans in just a fraction, enough for her to feel the heat of his breath brush against her skin.

Her face burns hotter, a mix of mortification and frustration rising in her chest. She shoves at his shoulder, desperate to escape both his nearness and his sudden, infuriating arrogance.

"You know exactly what I meant! Honestly, you can be such an arrogant prick sometimes." Her shoves are pointless. He doesn't budge. Instead, his smile fades and his eyes darken, intensity replacing amusement as he looks down at her.

"I'm not teasing you, Madeleine," he says, voice low. "I wanted to hear you say it, like a big girl—since it seems you've been having big girl thoughts."

He boxes her in, his powerful body unmoving, lips brushing the shell of her ear as he continues. His voice comes out raspy, his hot breath sending a wave of chills cascading down her spine.

"Or maybe that's the real issue. Maybe you have all these thoughts, these needs, but you're not a big girl yet. Not until someone's properly fucked you. Maybe what you really need is a cock to stretch you, to make you cum, to turn you into a bit of a slut. Is that what you want, Madeleine? Do you need me to ruin that needy cunt?"

Her body tenses, heat pulsing low in her belly as a faint, involuntary whimper slips from her lips. Nobody has ever talked to her like that before. Maybe this is what she needs: someone sure of himself, someone who can take control, someone who will actually make her feel something. With Matt, at least, she'll finally have the answer to that age-old question: Did size really matter?

And if he's going to be bold, then she can be, too. Summoning courage she barely recognizes, Madeleine turns her face just slightly, close enough that her lips graze the edge of his jaw. Her hand lifts to his chest, fingers splaying, then skimming downward slow and deliberate until she reaches the hard ridge straining beneath his shorts. One fingertip traces the length of him, her breath catching when she feels just how thick and hard he is, her imagination failing to do him justice. God, this really would be a stretch.

Matt's gaze drops to where her hand lingers, his expression darkening, eyes hooded and heavy with want. He lets the moment stretch, tension thick in the air. "Careful, Maddie," he murmurs, voice velvet soft, "if you keep that up, I'm liable to think you want to put those rumors to the test. Is that it?" His palm catches her hand, holding it in place against his cock, the heat of him burning through fabric.

His words aren't quite a threat, more an invitation; leashed and hungry, waiting for her answer.

She tightens her grip playfully, feeling a surge of power as he sucks in a sharp breath. "Just don't make promises you can't keep," she challenges, her voice low and far steadier than she expects.

A wicked spark flashes in Matt's eyes. In one swift, practiced motion, he digs his fingers—hot, possessive—into her hips and flips her. She squeals, caught off guard, landing astride his lap with her thighs spread wide over his. Her gauzy summer dress rides up to her waist, leaving her with nothing but the soft cotton of her panties clinging to her wet pussy. Beneath her, she feels his cock straining through his basketball shorts, hard and thick, pressed directly against the seam of her panties.

"W-what are you doing?" she stammers. Her nails rake along his shoulders, searching for purchase as her hips move on instinct, grinding herself against his cock in shallow, hungry thrusts.

Matt's hands claim her hips, strong and sure, fingers squeezing until her bones ache in the best possible way. He matches her rhythm with his own, guiding her to grind down harder against him so that he's perfectly aligned with her slick cunt. The summer night hums through her: sweat beads at her hairline, sliding down her spine, mixing with the sticky wetness gathering where her panties are nearly soaked through.

"We have to get you nice and ready to take me," he murmurs against her throat, lips hot as they press kisses along her jaw and down to her collarbone. "I want you aching, Maddie. I want you so desperate you'll beg for it."

Matt's hand rakes up her side, fingers rough as they hook under the thin strap of her dress. With one swift motion, he yanks it down her arm, baring one of her tits, the nipple already hard and begging for attention. He lets out a low breath and leans back, eyes hungry as he drinks her in, before slipping the other strap down, leaving her fully exposed.

"Fuck, these are pretty," he groans, grabbing a handful and squeezing roughly. His thumb and forefinger find her nipple, rolling and pinching it until Maddie whimpers. He leans in, biting the soft swell, leaving a mark, his breath hot against her flushed skin. She squirms in his lap, his cock pressed thick and insistent between her legs.

He clamps down on her nipple with a hard, sharp bite, teeth sinking in just enough to sting before releasing. Then his mouth settles over it, tongue sliding out in slow, hot licks. Each flick of his tongue sends a surprising ripple of heat straight down to her pussy. She grinds involuntarily against him, hips rolling into the sensation, the thin barrier between them only amplifying the delicious friction. Every slow, wet lap of his tongue matches the soft grinding of her body, making her thighs shudder and breath hitch in response.

Just when she thinks she might lose it, Matt's mouth moves down her side, fingers digging into her hips as he pulls her off. She shifts, legs sliding out as he guides her down onto the couch, her back hitting the soft cushions with a breathless gasp.

He settles between her legs, his nose tracing the thin seam of her panties, bumping softly against her swollen clit. A low groan rumbles from him as he inhales. Maddie shivers, caught off guard by the filthy way he smells her through the fabric. Then, with a swift motion, he swipes her panties aside and presses a wet, open-mouthed kiss onto her clit. From there, Matt moves slow, soft kisses and teasing presses along the swollen curve of her pussy—the slight scratch of his stubble adding a rough edge that makes her shudder.

His tongue darts out in quick, flicking licks here and there, barely interrupting the slow rhythm but driving her wild, tracing the most sensitive spots with teasing wetness that leaves her gasping. He switches between sucking gently and featherlight laps, never rushing but building a steady, scorching fire that makes her thighs quake beneath him. She arches into his mouth, breath hitching.

"God, you taste fucking unreal," he groans. "But you're not cumming like this. Tonight, you only get to cum stretched wide around my thick cock."

Her breath catches, cheeks flaming with need and anticipation, the ache deepening.

"You gotta earn it though," Matt says, voice dropping darker, almost cruel. "Want you to beg for it, baby. Beg me to stretch you open."

Maddie's hands clench the cushions, eyes wide and dripping with desperation. "Please," she gasps, voice shaking. "Please fuck me. Stretch me open… make me come on your big cock."

Matt pulls back from her pussy, mouth glistening with her cum, eyes dark and unreadable for a moment. She leans in, mouth hungry, hands already reaching for the waistband of his shorts, but he catches her gently by the jaw.

"Not this time," he says, voice low and thick with promise. "Next time, I'll teach you how to take me all the way to the back of that pretty little throat. But right now? I need to be inside you."

He smirks, thumb brushing over her lip. "And yeah, I know, there's gonna be a next time."

Her breath hitches, caught somewhere between frustration and want, but she nods. Matt slides his jeans the rest of the way down, the fabric pooling around his ankles, revealing himself in full. His cock springs free, thick and long, veins pulsing with eager heat. The head glistens with a slick sheen, swollen and perfect—a damn work of art.

Maddie's breath catches immediately. Her eyes widen, almost too stunned to blink. That size, that girth, it's the kind of cock that makes every naughty fantasy suddenly feel too small, too tame. It's not just big. It's life-ruining. The way it throbs, thick and hard in the dim light… she knows with a sharp, beautiful jolt of both panic and want that this is something she will crave for the rest of her life.

Her fingers twitch, aching to grab hold of him, but Matt slides right back between her legs, cockhead hovering just over her swollen pussy pressed tight beneath the thin, wet fabric of her panties. He doesn't rush in. Not yet. Instead, he drags slow, teasing circles over the pulsing bud of her clit with his cock. The friction is absolute torture. Maddie's hips jerk up, grinding hard against him as little whimpers catch in her throat.

But Matt keeps it steady, slow, teasing, merciless in the best fucking way,pressing just enough to make her gasp and squirm. Then, wickedly, he slides the head just inside her slick pussy. The stretch is exquisite torture, pulling her tight on that thin wire of need.

He rubs in tight, grinding circles, the pressure making her tremble. Maddie whimpers into the cushions, desperate, dripping, aching for him to fuck her full.

But just before she tumbles over the edge, Matt pulls back, teasing the tip in and out, barely penetrating but enough to make her cunt clench around him tight.Maddie's breaths come ragged, her hands trembling, fingers clutching the cushions like lifelines.

"Please…" she mewls. "Please fuck me until your cum is dripping down my thighs… I need it. Please."

His eyes darken, lips curling into a slow, hungry smile. Without a word, Matt grips her hips and flips them both over in a smooth motion, her knees land on either side of him as she straddles his bare, rock-hard cock. But he doesn't push inside. Not yet.

He looks up at her with heat and something softer, a flicker of praise in his dark gaze. "So you wanna be a little slut for my big cock, huh?" he murmurs, voice low and gritty. "I wanna see how fucking pretty you look when you're stretching yourself open on it," he continues, hands tracing slow, possessive lines along her hips. "Wanna watch you come. Use my cock, kitten, make yourself cream all over it."

Her eyes spark with fire, the weight of his words settling over her like a charge. A slow, wicked smile curves her lips—not shy, not hesitant—sure she's never wanted anything more in her life. She presses her hands firmly against his chest, leaning in close so he can feel the heat radiating from her skin.

Slow and deliberate, she lines herself up and begins to ease down onto his thick cock. The head presses against her slick entrance. Her muscles clench tight, trembling from being so pent-up. With every inch she lowers herself, sharp heat burns deeper, stretching her wide. Her pussy grips him like a vice, wet and swollen.

Matt's low groan rumbles beneath her, thick with lust and praise as he digs his fingers into the flesh of her hips. "Fuck, you feel good. Good girl… perfect, just like I knew you would be."

She braces her hands, grinding her hips slow, feeling every heavy pulse of him stretching inside. As she slides her cunt back and forth in a steady rhythm, he cups her tit, kneading the soft flesh, thumb circling her hardened nipple, then drops his head down, lips wrapping around it. His tongue flicks and sucks with a hungry, slow rhythm.

"Good girl," he breathes against her skin, voice thick and rough. "Taking every fucking inch like you were made for it."

Maddie moans, tilting her head back, riding him with growing confidence. "So fucking huge… so fat and hot. I want all of it."

"That's my pretty little cockslut," he spits, voice rough with hunger. "Show me you deserve every inch of this fat cock." She grinds harder, pussy squeezing him with every thrust.

Matt's hands roam her back, one sliding to cup her other breast, thumb teasing her nipple with expert touch while his mouth sucks and flicks the other. "So fucking good. Such a good girl for this big cock. Look at you, perfect and fucking eager."

His eyes drop, dark and hungry. He watches her wet cunt swallow him whole, lips stretched tight, sucking him inch by inch like she's made to take him raw and dripping. Maddie's hands claw at Matt's chest, nails scraping harsh, leaving red streaks.

His hands clench hard around her hips, fingers digging in deep enough to bruise, anchoring her tight as he starts to thrust up into her with hard, quick strokes. The sharp pressure of his grip drives her wilder, her pussy tightening with need as she rides him harder and faster.

"Fuck, you're squeezing me so tight," Matt groans, voice thick and rough, hips jerking up to slam into her with brutal rhythm.

Fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as Maddie gasps, voice soaked in raw lust. "Gonna cum!" she cries, voice breaking on the edge. "So close… Please… Please, wanna come for you." His eyes burn into hers, dark with hunger and pride. He presses his mouth to her neck, teeth grazing lightly as he coos, "That's it, baby. Come for me."

Her scream rips from her throat—raw, messy, unforgettable—as she pours every inch of herself onto him, muscles spasming tight and wild.

Maddie's pussy keeps fluttering and clenching, riding out the tremors of her orgasm with slow, shuddering pulses. Her breath hits raggedly, hips still grinding small, desperate circles as her body lingers on the edge between pleasure and aftershock. Matt's hands stay locked on her hips, fingers digging in deep as he snaps his hips harder, driving up into her mercilessly. The sudden increase in pace sends a fresh wildfire of heat through her core.

His grip tightens, one hand sliding up to cup the side of her face, thumb brushing over her cheek with rough possessiveness while his other hand holds her steady around the waist. Matt's mouth hovers close, voice thick and ragged with lust. "You feel that, baby? Gonna fucking fill you up."

Her pussy contracts fiercely, clamping tightly around his cock with every brutal thrust. The mix of her still-spasming orgasm and his raw pounding tears through her senses. Then, with a guttural growl, Matt's hips snap violently for the last time, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he spills his cum inside her in thick, pulsing ropes. His heavy breaths fan against her neck, mouth close enough to kiss as his fingers curl tightly in the soft flesh of her hips, anchoring her to him.

Matt's cock still pulses hard and thick inside Maddie when he grips her hips tight and with a sharp, practiced motion flips them over, pulling her down beneath him onto her back. The slick mess dripping from her soaked cunt marks the trail he leaves behind. "You're not done," he growls, voice rough and demanding as his hands clamp down on her waist, holding her solid. "Gonna keep fucking my cum deep inside you until you're dripping with me."

Maddie's breath catches, voice raw and shaky. "Matt, I'm sore… please, I—"

He cuts her off with a low chuckle, reaching down past her legs to drag his thumb over her swollen, slick clit. The friction sends jolts of fire through her, reigniting that fierce ache twisting inside. Her protests die away, turning into a desperate moan as need tightens its grip.

"See? Now you can't get enough. You showed me what you can do with a big cock, now it's my turn to show you what I can do with one." His voice is thick and possessive. "Be a good girl and let me use this filthy little pussy."

He waits, long enough for Maddie to press up into his hand, giving clear permission—more than willing, thrilled to keep going.

Matt's hands dig into her hips, fingers bruising as he drives his thick cock deep inside her again. The slick warmth of his cum still coats her, mixing with her fresh wetness as she stretches wide around him, slick and swollen.

Without warning, he yanks her hair up roughly, tugging her head forward so she has no choice but to look down at him sliding in and out of her.

"Look at this filthy little pussy," he growls low and heavy. "Used and fucked so good, dripping with my cum."

Maddie's breath stutters, cheeks flushing hot as she locks eyes with him, the rawness between them burning bright. His hips slam harder into hers, every powerful thrust sending fresh waves of fire through her sensitive, twitching cunt.

His fingers tighten in her hair, pulling gentle but firm, anchoring her in place as he fucks her with focused, brutal intent. Thick ropes of his cum pulse deep inside, mixing with the mess still leaking from her tight walls.

"You're soaked," he murmurs, voice edged with possessive pride. "My cum filling you up, your pussy leaking all over my cock... You're such a good little fuck toy, huh? Always dripping, always ready."

Maddie whimpers, grinding back against him, hips moving in time. His hand slides down from her hair to cup her jaw, thumb brushing over her parted lips as he leans in close. He drags his thumb slowly down her bottom lip, then crashes his mouth onto hers, hard, wet, and desperate. Their tongues meet slick and raw, mouths fucking each other with hungry urgency.

His hands yank her hair back to deepen the kiss even as his hips slam into hers shorter and harder with every brutal thrust. Breaking the kiss, breath ragged, he growls in her ear, "Rub your clit for me, slut. I wanna watch you lose your damn mind while I fuck you raw."

Maddie's fingers move fast, circling her swollen, throbbing clit. Her hips match his savage rhythm as she fucks herself on his cock, fingers dragging through her slickness, grinding harder.

Matt's eyes burn, watching every writhe, every gasp. Her body tenses, muscles clench, pussy squeezing tight like a vice. Screaming, shaking, pulsing on him, she comes. Matt pounds harder, spilling thick ropes of cum inside her. Then he slows, grinding his cum deep with slow, heavy thrusts.

The wet, sloppy sounds of slick skin sliding fill the room—drip, squelch, messy and obscene in the heavy silence. Each slow thrust presses him deeper, warmth pooling inside, mixing with her juices, dripping down onto the sheets in sticky streams. His breaths come rough, ragged whispers against her skin as he holds her close, fucking her steady through their thick, sticky mess. After a few moments tangled together, Maddie turns onto his chest, breathless and drenched in sweat and cum.

She lets out a shaky breath, voice soft but still riding the edge of that raw heat. "Well… ugh… wow. I guess… thank you."

Matt smirks, rubbing slow circles on her back. "Well, what are friends for?"

They share a tired laugh, the intensity between them finally easing into a comfortable quiet.