Page 87 of Pretty Secrets

My hands shake as I struggle with her pants. She dressed in her normal clothes today, and that’s when I realize she’s wearing leggings. There is no button or clasp. I grip the top, yanking down.

A ripping noise cuts through our heavy breathing, and I pause.

“I don’t care,” she whispers, lips moving against my neck. “Keep going.”

I pull apart, ripping the material until I search out her core. Luckily, the scraps of her leggings have torn at the seam, providing the perfect access to rub her clit.

She exhales against my neck, and I raise my hips into her, wanting her to feel what she does to me.

“I need you inside me,” she pants. “No teasing. No drawing it out. Just us.”

She dips closer, pressing kisses against my collarbone, then up the other side of my neck. I work on my own jeans, lifting up into her to create space so I can shove them down my hips along with my boxers.

She grabs my cock, and I exhale sharply. “It’s okay, love. I’m here,” I grind out. I don’t need time to ready myself for this girl. My body is so attuned to hers, as if it’s constantly waiting on deck to be brought into the game.

I slip the crotch of her panties to the side, and she starts to lower over me. “Hold on, Edie. You need more,” I tell her, rubbing the pad of my thumb across her clit. She moves in tandem with me, then takes my earlobe into her mouth. I lift my hips, unable to help myself, and she shivers when I make contact with her folds.

“Oliver,” she groans.

“Give yourself a second,” I plead, knowing if she’s not ready for me, it’ll be uncomfortable at first. She needs that natural lube, especially since she’s so riled up. She’ll want to go hard and fast.

I rub her the way I know she likes as she kisses my jaw. I roll my hips again, testing. When I find her nice and wet, I don’t waste time.

“Now, baby.”

She grabs my cock again, centering herself before lowering in one quick movement that has me gripping her hips, trying to force her down on top of me as far as she’ll go.

She cries out, letting her head fall back in ecstasy. I keep my hips still, waiting while she adjusts to me. Slowly, she brings her head back around, her hips urging mine to move with her. “I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this dick all this time.” She drops her stare to my lips, and then like a cobra, she snaps forward, claiming my mouth.

I shove her down my cock, giving it all to her. The kiss is aggressive, almost to the point of painful as we come together. In my head, we’re making up for lost time. All those instances where I wanted to devour her with my mouth come back, except I can take advantage of it now. She’s mine to drag under with me. Mine to discover. I wrap my fingers in her hair, holding her in place while my tongue plunders her mouth.

She groans, long and hard, working her hips against mine in short movements that tease her clit against my pelvis.

I sneak my other hand under her shirt, searching out her curves and the pebbled nipple I know will be waiting for me. I shove her bra out of the way, pinching then pulling her straining bud, using all the friction I can until she breaks the kiss. “Oliver, please.”

“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her. “Fuck me, you’re perfect.” I lift her shirt all the way up, moving forward to capture her nipple in my mouth, flicking the tip of my tongue across it as she crashes down over me.

She braces her hands on my shoulders, using me to quicken her movements. “Oliver, I’m going to come soon. I want to feel you come with me.”

The moan that escapes me is the realization that I may have finally broken down her walls. I actually might have gotten to her.

When your girl tells you she wants to feel you come with her, you’re going to try your damndest.

“Keep going baby,” I beg as her movements become jerky.

My dick twitches, and her body shakes. Steadying her, I take over, pulsing my hips into hers, burying myself deep inside her. The squeeze of her pussy and the cry that escapes her mouth as she reaches her climax is more than enough to send me over the edge. I hold her hips still, reveling at my dick throbbing inside her until our bodies come down, spent but filled.

Edie moans in contentment, pressing a chaste kiss to my neck. I thread my fingers through her hair, heart still hammering. “You’ll always be you, Eden. You don’t know how to be anyone else.”

She swallows, tracing her fingertips over my cheekbones. “Sometimes I just need a reminder.”

I pull away, glancing to where we’re still joined. “Happy to remind you,” I tell her, letting a smile play over my face.

She bites her lip, then leans closer. Surprise fills me when she brushes her lips over mine. “And you’re really good at it, Number Five.”

Then, she kisses me. Again.

And in this moment, nothing else matters but this. Only this.

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