Page 135 of Pretty Little Lies

However, guilty by association and all that jazz. I’m the possible villain to her story and she doesn’t want to become the damsel in distress.

“You want me, baby,” I mutter against her lips. “Tell me you don’t.”

Bay bites down on my lower lip, not hard enough to hurt, but she makes a point to suck then drag her teeth along the tender flesh. “I do want you. I’m just terrified that I’m going to have to kill you if you fuck me over.”

“This is the only way I’m going to be fucking you over,” I counter softly. “I’m going to have you burning for me every second of every day. I want you to want to come see me. I want to be a highlight of your day.”

“I do want to see you,” she croons. “But this is all?—”

“Let it work itself out, Bay. We don’t need to have all the answers right now.” I lick her nose before pressing my forehead to hers, slowing down my movements inside her. “You can’t plan everything out. You’re gonna have gray hairs by the time you’re thirty if you keep this shit up.”

“I hopefully won’t be here by then.”

I freeze from her admission, because I never pictured her anywhere else but here. South Shore. The Landings when we kill off Emilio and throw Ramsey into some looney bin.

“What do you mean?” I utter. My voice is barely audible as my stomach sinks. “You’re leaving South Shore?”

Bay averts her eyes and frowns. “I dunno. It was the plan until it wasn’t anymore. I wanted to go somewhere nice with a beach and zero wars.”

“Like here?” A small chuckle rumbles off her chest. Newport has a beach and shit. “You’re missing one thing, though, McQueen.”

“What’s that?”

“Me.”

“And you think you’d be so valuable to my happiness?”

I shake my head. “Nah, but I sure as hell would get you there faster.”

She smiles. “Then shit, how can I turn that down?”

I return her smile with one of my own and cup her ass with both hands so I can move her up and down my length the way to drive us both crazy. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

I guide her down and up at a gradual pace, and she allows me to take the lead, running down her slick walls and feeling her pant over me. I love her weight on me. I love how she always smells like motor oil and some flowery shit sometimes, then something pineapple-y the next. I love how she trusts me enough to touch her and guide her to a release.

I think I’m starting to fall in love with this chick.

“Choking the shit out of my cock, baby,” I urge, filling her ears with words because my girl—by the end of the night sheisgoing to be my girl—likes to hear confirmation and all the dirty, foul things going through my head. “I think you’ve already put a leash on it.”

“Faster,” she demands. “I want more.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” I tease, leaving the space that I could easily fill the void. “If I gotta keep you wanting so you can be mine then what’s the point of giving it all to you?—”

“Make me come, Reeve,” she begs. “You know you want to feel me milk this cock.”

Fuck.

“I do,” I force from my lips. “But I like you exactly where you are.”

“Wanna fuck later?” She allows more of her weight to fall on me, opening her up wider for me to easily slide the rest of the way in. She knows what she’s doing and she’s fighting me back with filthy words and promises of what can come later. “We’ll go downstairs and mingle. You can run your hands down my body while I subtly brush my ass over your dick when we dance. I like to feel you hard for me. I like to know your cock is pleading for me to touch it.”

“Think so?”

Her lips hover over mine. “Know so.” She lifts her ass in the air and comes down hard, making us both growl out in lust.

“Better watch it, or I’m going to finish inside you.”

“That was the point of no condom, wasn’t it?” She bucks against me, and my balls tighten. “All this pussy…all yours. Fucking it raw. No barriers between us.”

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