Page 134 of Pretty Little Lies

Doesn’t have to search hard.

I’m already rock solid for her in every capacity. I could be bleeding to death and still have a stiff dick because there’s nothing about her that I don’t like. There are things that are slightly annoying, like her abundance of pride, but that’s easily manageable while I fuck it down a few notches.

No complaints there.

Her soft fingers graze up and down my length as she centers herself on me. Every brush of her skin on mine, every lingering touch, only makes me harder, crave more, and work toward always earning it.

Once I’m at her entrance, she wastes no time handing me—not only herself—but that sweet pent-up release of not feeling or touching her for a few days.

My hands land on the curve of her hips as the pad of my thumb touches a black tattoo that I hadn’t gotten a chance to notice before.

It’s a black rectangle that’s just filled in.

Our eyes meet, and she shakes her head, not wanting me to ask about it when she descends and fills herself completely to the hilt, and I immediately groan with pleasure. My back arches up to take more, as she lets out a tiny gasp before slowly riding me like she’s learning me for the first time.

My skin begins to grow feverish as flutters fill my gut, watching her take me like she wants.

You can’t fight attraction.

And you sure as hell can’t dispute the fact that Bay and I fit perfectly.

I’m mellow, and she’s an overthinker.

Maybe she wasn’t always like that. Maybe this whole Emilio bullshit put her on her guard, I just wish I would’ve known her prior to all this.

My palm falls below her belly button, and she never breaks those lucent blues from me. All I can anchor onto is that she’s got a hold on me, and I never want to break loose.

My cock aches for release as she mounts me and procures what she needs. Those beautiful dark locks fall down her shoulders as she reaches behind her and unhooks her bra, giving me everything to look at and pine over.

A full-blown show for my very own.

“We need to do this more often, McQueen,” I emit through shuddered exhales. “I could get used to this very easily.”

“I think you already have,” she muses with a devious little smile. “I bet if I showed up here?—”

“You’d berighthere with me in my bedeverynight.” I lean up, using my stomach muscles and propping myself up with my hands on the mattress. I reach past the gap between us and press a kiss to her lips. “Do you wanna be mine? Because I sure as hell wanna be yours.”

“Those are awfully big words.” She runs her fingers through my hair and tilts my head up. “Don’t say them unless you mean them.”

“I mean them.” I wrap my arm around her ass and squeeze one cheek. “I want to be able to take you out to dinner. I want to hang out at your house and play cards with your sisters. I want your dad to like me. I want to help you get him better. I’d love you out of that house, Bay Bay, but baby steps.” I look down between us. “And you stopped fucking me.”

She gives me an exasperated look. I’m sure trying to be serious, but all I can think about is what we’re talking about, her in my future and her tight pussy wrapped around me right now.

“I can talk and fuck, baby.” I lift my ass up and sink deeper into her, watching her eyes close to better focus on how good I can make her feel. “I want to date you.”

She begins to ride me, faster and harder, before pushing me away and back on the mattress. Her palms fall to my shoulders, easing into a new angle, and she moans as she finds her rhythm.

“Just like that,” I tell her slowly, enjoying every impale of her wet cunt on me. “Damn, McQueen. You’re only proving my point.”

Her jaw drops as I begin to move with her, meeting her plunge for hump. A slight pinkness forms on her cheeks, and I revel in how her concentration on my cock only makes me harder for her.

But I’m not letting her off so easily.

It’s not my way.

My palm arrives at the back of her head, and I heave her down, meeting her chest as I drive my tongue into her mouth to listen.

She wants me. She just won’t admit it effortlessly because it’s what she’s been taught. I wasn’t raised to hate South Shore. Newport has shit all to do with the feud between them and The Landings.

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