Page 136 of Pretty Little Lies

“No bullshit between us…” I lock eyes with her. “Because that’s what I want.”

She pulses around me, squeezing me tighter, and I can feel the beginnings of my orgasm brewing in my gut.

“You’re the only one who’s ever fucked me like this,” she whispers, her voice husky and overtaxed, and that’s when all of this mellowed-out shit from me loses its edge.

Wrapping my arms around her back, I buck upward and fuck her like we only have minutes before the world ends. She revels in my wild, leaning in to kiss and mingle our tongues together for me to continue on and release all the deranged lack of control into her.

She can pull so many sides out of me.

It’s easy to be me around her because she doesn’t want anything from me. No status, no protection, or money.

This is pure, unadulterated fervor pulsing through both of us.

And we’re still unfinished.

I’m never going to get tired of this.

I’m never going to want a primitive state of mind with her.

I want to be crazy in impatience for her at all times. I earnestly crave for a future, one I think we can both be happy in.

So I let my impatience ride out this fuck session, fucking her like I need her to break apart all those barriers and bad thoughts so she’s open and free to me.

“This shit is mine, McQueen. I want to hear you say it.”

“It’s yours,” she answers back immediately. “Don’t hurt me, Reevie.”

I can hear the slight fear in her voice as she meets me halfway, but it still tears me apart right now. I never want her to live like this with me.

“I’mnevergoing to hurt you, baby. I promise. You can cut my dick off, put it in a jar, and show it to me just so it can be a reminder of breaking said vow to you.”

“Shut up.”

“Shut me up, baby.” I lick her bottom lip. “Or don’t. I want you to hear all the sounds I make when you’re making me finish inside this vise you call a pussy.”

She mutters something inaudible under her breath, but even that is haggard, breaking apart around me as if she’s almost there.

We’re silent except for the sound of our skin slapping against each other. The sounds of our exhales mingling together into one mess of desire and hunger.

I deepen our kiss, wanting to feel so deeply bound with her in every way. The insane notion is a little unsettling to me even, though I want this with everything I have. I don’t want to be connected to anyone the way I do now. I’ve never wanted to take care of someone besides my brothers except for this dark-haired vixen who punched the mayor’s son in the fucking face and gripped my heart and attention in her hands.

Fire keeps you warm.

Bay keeps me desiring the heat that rises off her.

And I’d love to stay warm with every night of the week and forever.

“Reeve,” she groans, then into my mouth, her body’s beginning to convulse.

A deep growl forms from my chest as I come back for another stroke of my tongue against hers. “C’mon, baby. Give it to me.”

She screams, falling from her high when I reach mine, her blue eyes clenching closed, but her plush lips stay connected with mine. My vision blurs when I climax, but Bay keeps her frame latched to mine and it only heightens it.

She presses soft kisses to the corners of my lips and grinds herself against me, getting every last drop of me inside her.

It’s erotic and I’m done for.

There’s no going back after this.

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