Page 106 of Pretty Little Lies

“Fuck,” I groan out as she pulls herself closer, pushing her lips against mine to keep the fire between us red-hot.

Bay slowly begins to ride me in languid strokes while my hands rest on her fleshy ass. My heart slams so violently in my chest that I’m bound to have a heart attack if I can’t calm down.

Bay moans, and when she does, it doesn’t sound fake. Her tits are almost in my face, and I lean in to dart my tongue out just to get a taste. Her pace quickens as I squeeze her bottom to fuck me harder.

Our breaths are mingled together into pants and mews, groans, grunts, and pure ungiven fucks.

This chick is going to be the death of me if I don’t cool it.

Shards of pleasure keep bearing down on my groin with every spot she hits, and I want so much fucking more it’s disgusting.

It’s addicting.

It’s fucking heaven.

“Can you get on your hands and knees for me, Wildfire?” I ask between the caresses and bites of our mouths. “I want to see you arch that back for me so I can fuck you deep and—” She’s already moving. The badass girl from South Shore likes to be ordered around when she’s going to get to come and fall from the skyscraper of lust and salaciousness.

Getting onto my own knees, Reeve’s already catching her mouth, not able to get enough. Not able to control himself now that he’s had her.

I can’t blame the guy, and it surprisingly doesn’t bother me as I pull a condom from my wallet, chucking the damn thing somewhere in the front seat as I slide the latex material down my length.

Trailing a path with my fingers down her spine to her ass, I spread those peachy cheeks and guide myself back inside her tightness. The air is immediately sucked from my lungs as Bay pushes back up against me, taking all of me and bouncing her ass against my pelvis. The flesh jiggles and shakes, causing my balls to tighten in response to how glorious the view is, strangling me with pure fervor that has been taunting me for weeks now with her.

I thrust myself deeper, rooting myself to both of our releases, demanding hers to come with a great deal of force, because I’m an asshole and Ineedher to remember this time and the last.

I’m not sure if I’m going to get another chance, even if I do seek her out to have her taut cunt wrapped around me again. It’s gonna be a bitch to get over, to crave and not obtain, but fuck me, I’ll take this—her—over never being able to experience her ever again in my life.

Pushing her body lower to plunge as far as I can go, Reeve and her kiss breaks, and that’s when she goes right back down to Reeve’s cock and begins sucking.

His hand falls to the top of her head, encouraging her while I buck and grind.

“Fuck, Bay,” I pant, watching her head bob over my best friend. “I think she’s trying to off us both, Reeve.”

“I don’t mind dying like this,” he replies, still looking down at the back of her head. “At least I’ll know what heaven feels like before I head down to hell.”

Same.

Although, I’m not sure how coming out of this isn’t going to be anything less than purgatory now that we both know what she feels, smells, and tastes like.

Almost.

However, I’ll make sure to get between her thighs with my own mouth, eventually.

“Her lips are fucking weapons,” Reeve quips. “C’mere, McQueen.” His fingers lace into her raven locks, and he pulls her up to look at her. “Does he feel good, baby? Are you going to come again?”

“Yes,” she pants, then gasps when I must hit a spot that was either painfully surprising or felt good.

“Your tits feel amazing,” he moans, and I hadn’t noticed that he had touched those either. “Lean up.”

She straightens up, her spine to my chest as I wrap my arm around her waist to keep her steady.

“You like sucking cock, Bay?” I whisper in her ear. “Taking two cocks at the same time?”

“Yes.” She glimpses over her shoulder at me. “I love—” She squeals, and I see Reeve’s ass in the air, more than likely going down on her as I fuck her at a new angle.

“Is he licking that pretty clit of yours?”

She bobs her head. “Yeah. Holy sh—fuck, Reeve.” Moving her hair, I go for her neck, wrapping my lips around the column and sucking at the glistening sweat there. “I like that, Pretty Boy.”

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