Page 17 of Descent

I chuckle, allowing my vibrations to hum against her sensitive flesh and earning myself another moan in reward. I slip a finger inside, curling it up to rub against her g-spot as I use my tongue and finger in unison. She’s almost too easy. My babygirl is already right on the edge. All it takes is a few strokes of myfinger, a pass or two of my tongue and I’m tasting victory as she comes hard.

I lick and suck every bit of her release until her moans have quieted and her breathing stills. I’m not done yet, though. Gripping her hip in my hand, I flip her onto her stomach, slipping my arm beneath her before pulling her up to her hands and knees.

“Arch that back, babygirl.”

She does as I say, that pussy popping out beautifully. My hands run up and down her spine before I’m pulling my cock out and lining myself up to her.

I can’t help but pause though, my body is practically vibrating with anticipation.

“Last chance to run, babygirl? Once I have you, there’ll be no turning back,” I say through clenched teeth.

She looks over her shoulder at me with a lifted eyebrow.

“Was there any turning back anyways?”

Fair point.

Holding eye contact, I begin slowly pushing inside her. She’s so goddamn tight, but she takes me surprisingly well. Until my piercings begin to slip inside.

Her eyes widen and her jaw drops.

“Oh my god! Is it supposed to feel like this?”

I smirk as I nod, running a soothing hand up and down her back.

“Yes, babygirl. Ninety percent for pleasure, ten percent to have a decorated cock.”

She lets out a laugh, but when I push all the way in and my tip presses against her g-spot, that laugh turns into a moan.

Withdrawing my hips until I’m almost all the way out of her, I pause before pushing myself back inside. Her head turns forward, dropping to the mattress as she moans again. God, that sound alone makes my cock jerk, every fucking time.

I have to pause for a moment because the way she’s pulsing around me is so fucking good. Closing my eyes, I take a few slow breaths before I begin thrusting my hips, finding a rhythm that satisfies us both. It isn’t hard to find one that satisfies Skyla, though. Her whimpers and moans can be heard throughout the whole fucking house. I have no doubt that Asher is outside the door listening right now, wishing this were him. I don’t give a fuck what he did to her, he loves her, even if he doesn’t know it yet. Well, fucking sucks to be him, I guess.

My hands grip Skyla’s hips tightly, my knuckles turning white as I use her body to pull her in harder and fuck her deeper.

“Fuck! Liam,” she whines.

“Yeah, baby? Tell me what you want? What you need?”

“You. All of you. Fuck me, baby,” she cries out.

My pace becomes jerky and unstable. I have a one-track mind and the only thing taking up that track is fucking her as hard as humanely possible. My hand comes up to the base of her hair, digging my fingers into her scalp before I withdraw a bit. I wrap a majority of her hair around my fist and I pull.

She gasps as her head is yanked backwards, having nowhere to go but towards me.

“Good fucking girl,” I praise. I want to see that beautiful face when you come.”

Her mouth is parted into a perfect o, her eyes hazy and lust drunk as I yank on her hair harder, forcing a moan to fall from her lips.

Fuck! I feel my cock begin to pulse, and I know I don’t have much longer. Her pussy squeezes and spasms. I know she doesn’t have long either. Releasing my other hand’s hold on her hip, I reach around, leaning over her as I do while squeezing her cheeks together.

“Open up like a good girl,” I demand through clenched teeth.

She does as I say, opening her mouth as wide as she can while I keep my hold on her. Gathering up all the saliva in my mouth, I spit right through her lips and into hers. Her eyes widen in surprise before they shutter close, and she comes. Fucking hard.

My own vision doubles as pleasure runs from the base of my spine all the way to my head and back down. My cock pulses as I shoot my cum deep inside her, forcing her to take every single ounce of my release before we collapse in a heap on the bed. I feel my heaving chest pressed against her sweat dotted back, my cock still buried between her thighs. Would it be so bad if we stayed like this for a while?

Yeah, yeah, I know what you’re thinking. UTI central, but goddamnit, I want nothing more than to stay inside her for the rest of my life. Vincent and Ronan can bring me my meals here from now on. Who needs to walk? Or move? I’m good.

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