Page 97 of Pretty Lies

He provided her the escape. She took it.

“Oh, my God,” she breathed, smoke coming out heavy past her lips as her next orgasm clawed closer and closer to the surface. She could feel every single one of Cory’s fingers digging into the cheeks of her ass while his mouth did the best kinds of things to her pussy. On her knees with her face turned sideways into the pillow, so she could smoke what remained of his earlier blunt, there was no better way to get her pussy ate. “Jesus Christ, Cory.”

Somewhere, her phone rang. She just … didn’t move.

Couldn’t might have been a better way to describe it. That orgasm finally arrived, shattering through her body with pins and needles as Cory pulled away from her pussy with one of his dark, satisfying laughs. That tongue of his lapped higher—all over-sensitive tissues and the cheek of her ass. Hot and wet and leaving the taste of her behind.

Had he heard her phone ring?

Maybe she’d imagined it.

He pulled the little roach from her fingers, tossing it to the bedstand before those expansive hands of his were back on her body. He pulled and squeezed and teased in all the right spots. Sometimes with his palms and fingers or with just his fingertips like when he grazed the spot behind her ears that he seemed to like so much whenever he fucked her from behind.

“Cory,” she breathed into the pillow.

“Hmm?”

His husky reply came the second before he fit in behind her and filled her pussy with one flex of his hips. The words that had been on the tip of Della’s tongue were swallowed with her answering moan. There was something about the way he stretched her out when she was so tight from a fresh orgasm and still shaking.

It hit every nerve.

Didn’t let her body calm.

She’d vibrate until she came.

“Shaking like a leaf already,” Cory said behind her.

He liked that so much.

Fucked her harder for it, too.

He did just that. High from the smoke, still blissed from his tempting mouth and tongue, Della sunk further into the sheets. Sweat had strands of her hair sticking to her skin. His heavy breath, tasting of their sex, panted into her ear when he urged her to come again. She was all too happy to back her ass into his hand when two of his fingers found her ass and pushed deep while he pounded into her even harder.

“Come,” he groaned.

She did.

Too high.

Too hot.

Too everything.

But it was still perfect.

The second she fell over that cliff into a sharp pleasure that ached around the edges, Cory shifted. He pulled her back to the edge of the bed, his feet hitting the floor with two quick smacks. His hands pushed her hips hard into the bed, and he fucked her with deep, fast strokes while what remained of her orgasm milked him to a finish.

He painted her back with warm cum. Only then did she remember her phone. Cory checked it for her because she didn’t want to move. Especially not when he promised to fuck her ass next if she stayed just like that.

God.

She was going to let him do that.

Absolutely.

Then, he checked her phone.

“Body’s been released,” he said, glancing up from the screen. “That was your father. The lawyer let him know.”

Della used her arms to make a pillow. “Time to plan a funeral.”

“It’ll be over soon.”

But would it?