Page 62 of His Pretty Little Lies
“Don’t want to think about it,” I cut her off. “They mean nothing. After graduation, I won’t see any of them again.”
"And you only want me."
"You're finally getting it." She smirks, kissing my chest again, but lower.
"Why?"
"You drew me in that first day. The hair and the legs."
"Physically."
"That's what grabbed me. Then I got to see more of you, and I was pulled under. So curious but shy. But you push past that shyness to get where you need to go. I don't know it fully or understand it. I don't need to. You’re mine, that’s all there is to it.”
“I’m noticing that all emotions run deep around here.” I know mine do for her. It can be a jarring realization that a person can come to mean more to you than anyone else in your life.
“You have no idea.” I tighten my hold on my own hands, fighting the urge to touch her.
Kinsley continues her journey down my body until she’s on her knees between my legs. She pops the button on my pants, lowering the zipper and pulling them down enough to reveal my boxer briefs.
I watch as she reaches in, grabbing my hard cock, allowing it to spring free. Her hand wraps around it, and she begins to stroke me. I let out a groan. The softness of her hands is going to be my undoing.
“It’s so soft and hard at the same time.” Her eyes flick up to meet mine. I can see the heat and curiosity in them. My girl is enjoying herself. She likes the illusion of being in control.
“Keep stroking it and looking so sexy while you do it, and this is going to be over before you even get that mouth of yours on me.” Kinsley licks her lips, no longer looking like an innocent little bunny but a vixen who was sent here to torture me with pleasure.
She focuses her attention back on my cock, watching herself stroke me. She leans down, her mouth a hair's breadth away from the tip. Her little pink tongue comes out to lick the wetness from it. My hips buck, wanting more.
“I’ve never done this before. So I don’t really know what I’m doing,” she whispers. I’m about to tell her there is nothing she could do wrong and that I’ve never done this before either, but before I can utter a word, she wraps her warm lips around the head and takes my cock fully into her mouth.
She’s eager to please me, and I’m along for the ride. She works my cock, taking me to the back of her throat. That breaks my resolve. I unclasp my hands and reach down, grasping her hair in one of my hands as she continues to work me. Fuck she looks beautiful with her lips stretched around me.
“Eyes on me, Bunny.” Her eyes come to mine, and I can see the desire there. Not all that she wants me, but she’s getting off on this, too. “That’s my girl,” I encourage her, and she takes more of me into her mouth. A groan rips from me, my balls already drawing up tight, ready to explode into her mouth.
I want to fight it, to enjoy this longer, but I can’t. I want to get my mouth on her next just as badly as I want to come. When my cock hits the back of her throat, I’m done for.
“Bunny,” I try to warn, my hand in her hair tightening, my legs flexing. Her response is only to work her mouth faster up and down my cock.
That’s all that I can take. “Kinsley.” I groan her name as the base of my spine tingles before I come harder than I ever have in my life. Kinsley keeps working her mouth up and down on me,drinking up every drop of my release, taking it into her body. That has my hips bucking and more cum releasing from me.
“Fuck,” I mutter. “Bunny—” She lifts her head, licking her lips while wearing a sexy smirk.
“That was hot.” She smiles.
“My turn.” I pounce, making her laugh as I pin her down to the bed, silencing her giggling with my mouth.
My lips don't leave her until she cries out my name in pleasure, making the sweetest sounds I've ever heard.
Chapter Thirty
KINSLEY
The day had been a lot more low-key at school than I thought it was going to be. The whispers that I killed the girl from the party died down after the thrill I think everyone got from them. The reality is that it was insane for anyone to think I did. It was now all over the school that she OD’d. Everyone thinks it’s a typical drug that you hear about all the time.
“Hey.” Blair pops up next to me in the hallway out of nowhere.
“Hey to you too.” I shut my locker door. “Where the hell have you been?”
I hadn’t seen her all day at school. I was really starting to worry. Jax said after football practice that we could go to her place and check on her if she didn’t show up.
