Page 15 of Pretty Little Fears

Butthe urge to claimBlairis greater.Thebeast inside is clawing its way out, begging to be unleashed.Exhalingmy last pull,Istub the cigarette on the concrete and toss it into a bush.

Returningto the backyard,Ilet my eyes wander over the premises untilIspotBlairwalking towards the depths of our property.Myheart skips at the fact she's alone.

Didshe come outside looking for me?Iwatch her as she finds a lawn chair and plops down in it.Istudy her for a few minutes before making my presence known.

Walkingup next to her chair,Iclear my throat and look down, meeting those perfect brown eyes.

“You’renot cold?”Iask rhetorically.Blairrolls her eyes and snorts, attempting to deny the truth.Iassume she doesn’t want to talk to me because, without a response, she stands and stomps her way back inside.Withoutletting another second pass,I’mclosing the distance between us, invading her space.

Blairwhips around and stumbles backward, her back now adjacent with the wall.Shebacks away trying to create some distance between us but fails as my chest becomes pressed against hers andIfeel every thump of her heartbeat.Myinfatuation with her is growing by the minute.

Abandoningall thoughts of logic,Itake my hand and slink it between our bodies.Herbreath hitches the moment my fingertips touch her chilled skin.Slowly,Istart to drag my hand up the inside of her thigh.Goosebumpspebble on her skin andIwant to taste them.

Reachingthe bottom of her skirt,Ilet my hands continue their way upward asIpush up the soft material with it, exposing more of her legs untilIreach her white lace thong.

“That'sfitting, white for an angel.”Shewhimpers at my words and her mouth falls into the most perfect “O”.Afterwhat feels like an eternity,Ireach the top of the lacey material.

Ilean down untilI’mlevel with her ear and whisper, “Butyou want to come play with the devil, don't you?”

Ipull back, tilting my head whileIstare at her.Itake a handful of her silky curls and twirl it in my fingers.Bringingher hair towards my nose,Iinhale, letting the scent of her consume me.

Slidingmy other hand over the top of her panties,Ifeel her wetness starting to seep through.Witha low chuckle,Ibegin to slowly rub small circles over her clit through her panties.Herwide eyes bounce between mine, her mouth hanging open.

“Mmm, it feels like you do, baby.Thatinnocent face could never hide what a dirty girl you really are.”Iwhisper in her ear.Iapply more pressure while continuing lazy circular motions, causing her to start breathing heavily.

“I-Ihave no idea what you’re talking about.”Shestutters out.Herbreathy voice paired with the feel of her under my hands causes my cock to start straining against my jeans.

“Oh, is that so?”Ihum. “Let’scheck.”Igrip the lace and pull it to the side, exposing the smooth, pale skin of her pretty little wet pussy.

“Fuck,Blair,”Imurmur.Itake a finger and rub it along her pussy, feeling her arousal coating my hand. “Lookat you, pretty girl.Ican feel your lies dripping from your cunt.”Tinysoft whimpers fall from her lips as she grabs my forearms, her nails digging into my skin, leaving crescent moons in their wake.Shelooks up at me with hints of rage andIwatch her pupils dilate with desire.

“That’sjust biology.Thatdoesn’t m-mean anything.”Shetries to deny it, yet she moves her hips slightly, seeking more of my touch.Itsk at the sight of her defiance.Raisingmy hand,Igive her cunt a light slap.

“Justbiology?DoIneed to prove you wrong?Isthat what you want, baby?”Isay, pressing my pointer finger a little harder to her clit and begin rubbing in slow circular motions again.Hereyes flutter closed, sighing at the touch.Feelingher without the barrier makes my cock throb in my pants where precum has started leaking.

“ShouldIstop?”Iquestion.Hereyes spring open and she seemingly feeds into her desires as she gives me a small shake of her head.Ialmost would have missed it hadInot been paying such close attention to her.

“Words, my little obsession.Ineed to hear you say it.”Ipurr, continuing my slow movements.

“No,” she whispers, accompanied with a little gasp.

“Hmmm,”Ihum low. “Notgood enough.Iwant to hear you beg for it like the greedy girlIknow you are.”

Takingmy finger from her sweet spot,Ipull back, causing her to let out a sudden whine.Shelooks up at me with that same defiance and desire battling in her eyes.

“No,Iwant you to touch me.Please.Please, don't stop,” she whispers.

“Please?”Isay, patiently waiting for her to finish her sentence.

“Please,Emmett.Touchme, please.”Shebegs.Herchest is heaving and she’s breathing hard, looking animalistic and so fucking exquisite.I'mback on her in an instant.

Irun my fingers through her slick folds, gathering the wetness and bringing it back to her clit.Idrag one of my fingers through her moisture before slowly sliding it inside of her.

So.Fucking.Tight.

Hereyes flutter closed with a quiet gasp andIdecide to ease another finger in, stretching her.

“You’reso fucking tight.”Irasp out.Thefeeling of her warm pussy squeezing my fingers asIpump in and out causes my straining erection to ache as more precum leaks out.

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