Page 49 of His Pretty Little Lies
“What?” I want to hear this. For her to tell me exactly how I made her feel.
“Too good.” She sits up, her ass on the edge of the bed, and I’m still on my knees between her legs. I run my hands up and down them. “I’ll never be able to make myself get off that hard.” Her brows furrow as though she would even need to touch her pussy herself ever again. That’s my job from now until eternity.
“You don’t need to.” I cup the back of her neck and pull her in for a hard kiss. “You need to come, you come to me.”
She smirks. “Did you mean to make the wordplay?”
“Maybe.” I kiss her again. “Now I need to get you back dressed and fed before I do something we can’t take back and you’re not ready for.” I stand, not thinking that when I do, my cock will be right in her face. Sure, I still have my sweatpants on, but I’m as hard as fuck again. Not again; it never fully went down.
“What about you, though?” The little minx licks her lips.
“Clothes.” I step back.
“Hey! That’s not fair.” I take another step back as she reaches out her hand, grazing my dick. I head toward my closet to get myself a shirt and new pants. “And who says I’m not ready?” Kinsley’s voice is close. When I turn back around, she’s standing in the doorway of my closet, only in her fucking panties; her tits have a slight sway to them.
“Bunny,” I groan, running my hand down my face. This is pure fucking torture. My Uncle Ronan may think he delves out the best, but Kinsley here could give him a run for his money.
“I only want to do the same to you. To give you pleasure.” Her tone is so damn soft and sweet. “You’re hard, and maybe I could…” I open my eyes to see that hers are trained on my dick.
My self-control is a hair's breadth away from slipping. Images of her down on her knees in front of me with those pillowy lips of hers wrapped around my cock flash through my mind. I take a deep breath in and push those thoughts down.
“Babe, I came.” I drop my pants, grabbing a pair of boxer briefs and jeans, letting her see the evidence for herself. Her mouth opens and then closes before she smirks.
“You came while, ah…”
“Eating your pussy? Yeah.” I pull on a shirt. “You can go braless in our room, but I can’t deal with you outside of this room without one.”
“Why not?” Her hands go to her boobs, cupping them.
“Because I’ll kill one of my brothers, and I’m trying to get my dick to go down before we go chat it up with my parents.”
"Oh." That puts the smirk right back on her beautiful face.
"Babe, you're killing me here." I groan.
All I have thought about for years is her naked in my bed, my space. Nothing has been harder in my life to fight than not fucking her.
"I'll get dressed." I can't help but watch as she does. I made sure when we got things from her place that I got enough to hold her over. I had put it all away in my closet. Her shit looks damn good next to mine, but I need to get more. I want everything in its place, which is nutty because I enjoy everything in its place, but then again, I enjoy Kinsley all over me and my space, so…
Kinsley finishes getting ready before we head out of my bedroom. She pauses right outside my door.
"So you know. I'm ready whenever."
"What?" Did she really just say that shit to me?
"Letting you know. I'm ready whenever." She starts to walk down the hallway, but I stop her, snagging her by her wrist.
"Be sure," I warn her.
"Are you sure it's us, for like?—"
"Forever," I fill in real fucking quick for her. She tilts her head, staring up at me. "I'm that fucking sure."
"Then I'm sure too."
Fuck yes, not only because Kinsley is telling me she wants me inside of her but also because she’s finally getting it.
Kinsley is mine. She’s endgame.
