Page 75 of Pretty Little Lies

The doors ding open, and I guide her inside, holding her hips as I walk her backward until she’s pressed against the mirrored wall. Twinging my fingers with hers, I bring Anya’s hands above her head as I grind against her, pinning her in place as I show her just how much she turns me on.

Anya’s breasts heave against me as she breathes heavily, her kisses intense and fiery. Keeping her hands pinned above her head with one hand, I find the slit in her dress with the other and work my way beneath the shimmering fabric.

As my fingers find the peak of her thighs, I stroke along her silken slit and groan. The fucking spitfire isn’t wearing any panties. Suddenly, I’m regretting behaving myself in the theater. I should have fingered her right there in the middle of the performance as a reward for being the sexiest girl in the world.

I feel a coy smile spread across her lips, even as I suck her lower lip between my teeth and bite down gently. I hardly register the ding of the elevator as we reach the top floor, and they open into my penthouse apartment.

Only when Anya starts to giggle do I realize that I’ve missed my cue. Releasing her with a frustrated growl, I step back and curl my arm around her waist to guide her into my apartment.

Turning to grip my tie, Anya leads me through the entry toward my living room couch, and my cock throbs with anticipation as I admire her from behind, her bare, athletic back, the narrow curve of her waist, the way her full hips sway as she walks confidently in her heels. Fucking hell, the only thing sexier is that she’s actually leading me by my goddamn tie.

Anya pushes me down onto the couch and straddles my lap, her thighs spreading to accommodate me. I hear the muffled thunk of her heels hitting the floor, but then she’s kissing me as she rolls her hips into me, grinding against my swollen erection. Her hands slowly loosen my tie until she can remove it entirely. Then she starts on the buttons of my dress shirt.

I get to work on the strings holding the back of her dress together at the same time, stripping her as she strips me. It takes me no time at all until she’s naked on top of me. Seeing as she wasn’t wearing any undies–and the dress didn’t allow for a bra–the sole piece of clothing slides easily up over her body and falls to the floor in a rose gold heap.

Anya works her way through my layers of clothing with tenacity, stripping me down until I’m sitting naked on the couch, my cock erect and waiting for her. Easing down onto my length, Anya starts slowly, her wet pussy wrapping around my cockhead and sinking lower until I’m buried deep inside her.

I grip her hips as she starts to rock on top of me, slowly at first–her breasts grazing against my chest with each forward arch–then picking up the pace as she finds her rhythm. The roll of her hips allows for deep penetration before sliding out again.

As I grip her hip with one hand, following her motion, supporting her, my other hand cups her firm breast, and I massage it. Anya moans, her head tipping back as she arches into my touch, and I lean forward to suck her other nipple between my lips.

Her motion grows more adamant as she rides me like a sexy cowgirl, one hand bracing on my shoulder, the other combing back into her hair. I don’t know what unleashed this beast in her, but I want it all night long. I plan on fucking her until we’re both so tired we can’t keep our eyes open.

Anya’s breaths come in sharp gasps as her walls start to tighten around my hard length, and I know she’s close to coming. It’s driving me mad with lust. As she pounds down onto my cock, I release her nipple with my mouth, running my hand up her neck to grip the back of her head, and I bring her lips to mine once more.

Electric pleasure jolts through me as we kiss. I rock my hips up into her, intensifying the penetration further as we both topple over the precipice. Anya cries out against my lips, slamming down onto my cock as I give one final thrust and come hard. Burst after burst of cum pours deep inside her pussy as she milks me for all I’m worth.

Slowly, her hips come to a stop as we cling to each other, shuddering with the intensity of our combined release. My kiss turns gentle as I continue to hold her to me, my cock twitching in response to the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Anya draws back with a deeply contented smile, her eyes hooded with the lingering haze of her release.

“Fucking hell, woman. I think I might have just died and gone to heaven.”

Anya releases a lazy chuckle, and the feel of her walls tightening around me makes my cock pulse.

“Let’s do that again,” she murmurs, leaning forward to kiss my neck.

I skim her soft back with my fingers, raising goosebumps on her flesh. “I might need a minute to recover, but I have an idea of what we can do in the meantime.”

“Oh?” She leans back to look at me curiously.

Wrapping one arm around her waist, the other beneath her hips, I hold her to me as I rise from the couch. Anya hooks her legs around me accommodatingly, clinging to me as I carry her to the bedroom. I fall onto the bed with her, and Anya releases a childlike squeal from the momentary feeling of weightlessness.

Trapping her there beneath me, I start to kiss her once again, my lips grazing hers, my tongue more exploring than demanding. Anya hums contentedly against my mouth, and as we make out, my cock begins to stiffen again.

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ANYA

Igasp awake to the tantalizing feel of Nicolo’s tongue stroking between my folds. When I glance down, all I see are sheets covering his sexy head of curls, his broad shoulders forcing my knees apart. Taking the edge of the cover, I fling it down toward the foot of the bed to reveal the sexy Italian eating me out first thing in the morning.

My pussy’s sore and stretched in the best way from a passionate night of sex that’s left every muscle in my body weak and aching. I comb my fingers into Nicolo’s thick black locks as I let my head fall back, my eyes fluttering closed as I soak up the tingling pleasure that ripples up through my core like blissful Caribbean waves.

Warm excitement blossoms inside me, and I rock my hips to the steady stroke of his tongue. I shudder every time he circles my over-sensitized clit, teasing me to life. Then his lips close around the bundle of nerves, suctioning them into his mouth, and I moan, my thighs quivering.

My body is so spent, I don’t see how I can come again. Yet, as Nicolo teases me, licking and sucking and flicking me in such an erotic way, I find myself dangerously close to release.

“Nico,” I whimper, and he hums against my clit. His fingers circle my tender ass and pussy, bringing to mind all the different ways he fucked me last night, and my core tightens at the memory.

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