Page 3 of Pretty Little Disaster

“No, Pearce wouldn’t do that, he’s a lawyer.” She looks so confused… and cute.Realfucking cute, which should not be my focus right now.

“Oh sorry, I forgot, lawyers don’t like getting laid.” I laugh at her, mostly out of spite, because I hate the way the thought of him touching her is making me feel.

“Do you have to be so condescending?” She barges past me into the hall.

“Do you have to be so naïve? Jesus Christ, Lorna, do you know what could have happened to you last night if I hadn't been there?” I follow after her. “Who was that guy? He looked old enough to be your fucking father.”

“That's none of your business.” She spins around to tell me, then spotting her heels, she picks them up from the lounge floor and rests on the couch so she can put them on.

“I’d say since I was the one who stopped you from getting raped last night, that it kind of is. How many drinks did you have last night because, judging from the way you were, I’d guess it wasn’t the first pill he gave you.” I clench my fist in frustration when she gets up and moves to the door.

“Where the fuck are you going?” I march after her, placing my palm against it and slamming it shut when she attempts to open it.

“Away from here. Away from you!” She turns around to face me, trapped in the confined space I’ve made between my body and the door.

“You haven’t got your purse, you haven’t got your phone. Do you really think I’d let you leave here without knowing that you're safe?” I ask her, and when she looks up at me through those long, thick lashes, she looks stunned.

“Why do you care?” she whispers. I don’t have an answer for her, not one that I like, anyway. So I ignore all the voices that scream in my head telling me not to and press my lips against hers.

I kiss my sister's best friend and the most irritating woman I have ever met, softly. Savoring how she tastes, and when I eventually pull away, I fully expect to get a full-on smack to the jaw like I did last night in the bathroom. What I don’t expect is for her to grab the front of my shirt and drag me back onto her lips again.

This time there’s nothing soft about the way I kiss her, I take her mouth like I own it, and I press my body tight against hers so she feels every fucking hard inch of me. Sliding my hand from the door, I grip the back of her neck, so she can’t take those lips away from me, and I explore that sharp, over-opinionated tongue of hers with mine.

Her hands rest on my chest but she doesn’t push me away, instead, she moans into my mouth as if I’m not giving her enough of what she needs.

I don’t know what’s come over me, but it’s rash and desperate, it has me gripping the bottom of her dress with both my fists and forcing it up over her hips so it sits around her waist.

“This doesn’t mean I like you.” I feel the need to tell her, as I slide my hand into the front of her panties.

“Same goes,” she whispers as my kisses move down her neck and her hands scrunch up my hair.

“And yet, your pussy’s telling me a different story,” I breathe against her skin, as I unbutton my shirt and shrug out of it.

“Nic, I need to tell you something.” She grips me tighter when I start teasing her entrance with my finger. Everything about this should feel wrong but it doesn’t, if anything, it’s enthralling.

“Is it going to make me want to stop?” I ask as her tight, little snatch puckers around my finger. It’s got me desperate to feel what it would do to my cock.

“Isaid…is it going to make me want to stop?” I repeat when I don’t get an answer, then kiss more of the bare skin on her neck. Suddenly this irritating girl has become very fucking addictive.

“I don’t know…maybe.” She holds her breath when my fingertip rims her entrance and gets her even wetter for me.

“Then keep it to yourself.” I use my free hand to grasp around her jaw and ensure I have her full attention.

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, making sure she sees that I’m really fucking serious about what’s going to happen next, and when she shakes her head, the relief I feel makes me panic.

“What, about you, gets me so fucking mad, huh?” I study her pretty face, while I consider sinking my cock inside her drenched, wet pussy. This would usually be the part where Iwrap up but Lorna James has me going against all my instincts and breaking my own damn rules. I loosen my belt and lower my zip, releasing my hard cock into my hand and sliding it through my fist. I hate to admit it but this isn’t the first time my sister's best friend’s gotten me hard. There have been plenty of pool parties where she’s shown up in skimpy little bikinis that tortured me. I hated her then, and I hate her now because she makes temptation painful and this only proves how weak I am.

“I’m going fuck you so hard this pussy will feel me inside it for days,” I warn her, forcing her panties down her thighs until they drop to her ankles then lifting her off her feet, I line myself up to slam inside her.

“Fuck, you’re dripping all over me.” My tip rests tight against her entrance, ready to pass the point of no return.

I’ve never fucked a woman without using protection before. I know the repercussions of it, and there should be no exceptions but there's something inside me that needs to know how her sacred, little pussy feels bare. Maybe me fucking her raw might give her a tiny inclination of how it feels every time she fucks with my head. I want her to suffer for those looks she sometimes gives me that make me wonder if she has the same thoughts I do. I want her to regret the way she constantly draws my attention to her lips when we’re in the same room. I’m so fucking mad at her for not being vigilant on her date last night. And for some inexplicable reason, I’m mad at her for even being on a date in the first place. Which makes no sense because I fuckinghatethis girl.

“Nic, I’m…I’m–” She swallows her words as I slam inside her, making her eyes stretch wide open and a screech erupts from her throat. I look down between us when I feel her body's resistance to take me.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Am I hur–” The way her cheeks flush pink and her eyes water tells me everything I need to know.“Whoa…No.” I shake my head. “You’re not a fuckingvirgin!” I hold still inside her, as her clamped-tight pussy adjusts to my size, and when she nods her head back at me slowly, I feel even more pent-up anger trickle into my bloodstream.

“Did you not think to tell me that?” I question, wondering how the hell a girl, who looks the way she does, could make it to the age of twenty-two and still be intact.

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