Page 125 of Pretty Little Fears

BLAIR

Wakingup, it's hard to ignore the hot body against my back or the feeling of something between my legs, inside of me.

Asmall smile forms on my face thinking about last night.Ididn’t mean it literally whenIsaid to visit me in my dreams, butIguess he took it that way.NotthatI’mmad about it.Ishift untilI’mable to get up and feel as he falls out of me.

Awhimper sounds from me at the feeling of being empty.Lookingover at him as he sleeps, my heart tugs on its strings.Helooks so peaceful.He’salso naked, though, and the sight makes my thighs clench.Hiscock is starting to harden asIlook at it, andIfeel a needy desire start to form in my core.

He’swoken me up by pushing inside of me, maybeI'llwake him upwith something, too.Crawlingbetween his legs, my hand reaches for his length when his piercing catches my eye.IknewIfelt something last night and in my sleepy haze,Iheard him say something about a piercing butIwasn't sure.

“Areyou just going to stare at it or are you going to crawl up here and sit on it?”

Myeyes spring up to his asIgasp, apparently, he's awake now.Idon’t know whatIexpected wrapping my fingers around his dick.Asoft smirk forms on his face as his cock jerks, asking for attention.

Imake my way up his body when he rasps out, “Condom.”

Mybrows furrow asIlook at him.Emmett’snever asked to wear one.Whywould he want to start now?Heseems to spot my confusion because he grips my neck and pulls my face to his as he gives me a punishing kiss.

“It'sfor the piercing.Iwas stupid enough to sleep with my bare cock in you, butI'msupposed to keep it dry.Graba condom and the sewing kit for me.”Hemurmurs against my lips.

Pullingback, he smacks my ass asIget off of him.Iopen my nightstand to grab the sewing kit and notice a condom lying there for me.Withboth items in hand,Icrawl back onto the bed and hand them to him.Confusionstill swirls in my gut.ThecondomIget, but the sewing kit?Idon't understand what-

Mythoughts are cut off asIwatchEmmetttake the needle and begin puncturing the package like a madman.Noteven just one hole.Multiple.Several.

Iwant to laugh, to say something, but my brain short circuits andforgets to form words asIwatch him deliberately poke holes into the fucking condom.

“What..?”Hetosses the needle and wraps his cock in the condom before reaching out and grabbing me, pulling me over to straddle him.

“Shutthe fuck up and sit on my cock like a good fucking girl.”Myeyes widen at his words and my mouth falls open on a silent scream as he thrusts upward, impaling myself on him.Ifall forward and place my hand down on his chest to steady myself as he pounds into me from below.

“Fuck!”Icurse.

Thechilled air hits my hot skin as his hands rip at my clothes, pulling them off.Ihiss as he takes a swaying nipple into his mouth and bites down.

“Youlook so good bouncing on my fucking cock.Lookat you,Ican’t take my eyes off of you.”Hegrunts between his teeth.Ifeel so fucking full.

Ifeel my desire and his cum from last night dripping down and pooling at the base of his cock.Everytime his hips meet mine,Ihear the noise of our releases mixing.

“O-oh my god.Emmett!”Igasp as every thrust no doubt rearranges the organs inside me.Pleasurebuilds quickly as he sucks and squeezes my breast, his hips never faltering in their motions.

“Youmake such pretty noises, baby.ButIwant to hear you scream.”Hebites down on the flesh of my breast as he rams up into me.Wrappingan arm around my waist, he holds me where he wants me.Iscream out as my orgasm racks throughout my body, making me shake asIclench around him.

“That'sit.Thereyou go, screaming for me like my dirty fucking slut.”Hiships falter as he slams me down and holds me to him.Hethrows his head back while he curses andIfeel as his warm cum pulses inside of me and leaks out. “Fuck.”

Pickinghis head back up, he grabs my nape and pulls me to him.Hissoft lips press to mine as his cock jerks inside me.Henibbles and licks on mine until he starts to soften, then pulls out.Withone last nip to my bottom lip, he grunts out a single word.

“Mine.”

CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

EMMETT

It’staken some time,butI'vefinally gotten everything out of my childhood home that held any trace of the rotten soul that wasJames.Momsaid that she’d be fine, that she would be able to clear it out on her own, and that those wounds have healed, but there was no fucking wayIwas letting her deal with that by herself.

Settingher up in her home, a space she can recreate for herself, void of the memories and pain that haunted that place, was a no-brainer.Ido plan on gifting her with something special.Theold art shed was burned down withJamesin it, along with any supplies she had gathered throughout the years.

Sheinsisted on bringing her paints from the cabin butIreassured her she would be able to have a set both here, at home, and at the cabin.Grimmand the guys have been helping me build her a brand new studio from the ground up.Theproject has been in the works since she was found.

Theart studio is about five times as big as it was previously.There’shigh ceilings with enough room to display at least twenty pieces of her own art.Floorto ceiling windows line two walls.Mostof her pieces are stories, telling the tales of a broken woman, but occasionally she paints nature-based pieces andIwant her to have the best view possible.

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