Page 55 of Pretty Secrets

Leo oozes sex, working himself until the veins pop out on his forearm. “Perfect fucking tits,” he breathes. “She keeps touching herself, and it’s so fucking hot.”

I sneak my hand toward my core. I’ve had my share of encounters—I love sex—but there’s just something about Leo that makes me want to hide this.

“Her perfect little rosebuds peek through her fingers. Wanna see?”

He peeks over at me, and I tear my hand away. I’d been almost there, but now he’s gazing at me, his stare moving down as if he knew exactly what I was doing.

The girl cries out again, and another voice speaks up. It’s familiar, haunting. A chill spreads through my veins. “That’s…that’s me.” He goes back to watching the screen, a smirk on his face. “You recorded me? So, you weren’t…you weren’t the one…”

“Or did one of the other two record and already send the video to all of us?”

“Who did it?” I ask, flush now. I’d thought it was him. “Who?”

“Who licked you until you came around his tongue?” he taunts. “I’m not telling.”

“Leo,” I warn, pushing myself up with my hands.

He pins me with a glare. “No, Eden. Stay. I can just as easily delete the video by the time you get here, and you’re interrupting my moment.”

“You meanmymoment.”

He shrugs, and I grind my teeth together in frustration.

He wants a moment? I’ll give him a moment.

Kneeling at the edge of the bed, I peel my shirt off, my breasts spilling over the cups of my bra. Next, I hook my fingers under the waistband of my pants, shifting closer to my zipper. He peers over when he hears the noise. His gaze focuses as I shift the pants down my hips, revealing my lacy panties.

It's difficult to look sexy while slipping pants off, but I manage to escape from them without landing on my face. I skirt my fingertips across the tops of my panties until I dip inside, letting my head drop back as I push toward my clit.

“Take them off,” he demands.

I smirk, ignoring him.

“I want to see,” he growls.

As soon as I hit my mark, I buck, not taking my eyes off his. He’s sitting now, his phone forgotten as he watches me, still fisting the base of his cock.

“What was it that you liked?” I ask. “My fingers on my breasts?”

I tear my fingers away from my clit, unclasp my bra, tease it off my shoulders, then pinch my nipples between my thumb and forefingers. Getting lost in the moment is easy while I rub my palms over my peaked buds, pulling and tweaking until I’ve built myself up into an inferno. I sneak my fingers under the elastic of my panties again, searching out my clit.

Rough hands grab my panties, and in two seconds, they fall to the floor, ripped in half.

I suck in a breath, staring while he slowly backs up, dick still in his grip. “I said I want to see.”

My heart beats like crazy. “You always get what you want?”

“Never,” he breathes, running his fist from base to tip. He traces a finger over his slit, then slides it down his shaft, his chest hollowing out.

Since I’m completely naked—by force—and I have his full attention, I just do what feels good. I close my eyes, remembering the pleasure of the mystery tongue while it dove between my folds.

“Open your eyes.”

They flutter open of their own accord, zeroing in on him again.

“Eyes on me, Eden. Got it?”

I nod, staring at him while touching myself. When his movements quicken, so do mine, matching him like we’re touching each other. We feed off one another like lovers. I watch the tension in his jaw and the pout of his full lips to urge me forward. My harsh breaths fill the room while his strained movements become jerky, the muscles in his abs shifting and clenching.

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