Page 21 of Descent

“C’mon, Ronan. No more blindfolds. It didn’t exactly go great the last time,” Skyla laughs bitterly, as I wrap the satin tie around her eyes before leading her inside the house.

Since it’s not safe for her to be seen out with any of us, I decided to come to her today. I wanted us to be able to spend some time together, just the two of us. I know as the year stretches on, with more legacies beginning to be inducted, my life is about to get a million times more chaotic. Not to mention, my brother’s calls about Annie that I’ve been dodging.

Alone time is difficult enough when your girlfriend has two other boyfriends, but I know that soon any time with Skyla will be few and far between, unfortunately.

We ascend the stairs easily, our footsteps echoing in the empty house. I texted Asher that I was going to come over today, nothing more, nothing less, and he responded with ‘K’. When I got here and saw one of his cars was missing, I assumed he took that as a ‘get lost.’ Not how I intended it, but I’m happy with the result all the same.

He makes Skyla uncomfortable. Not that I could blame her. I think if I was in her position, I wouldn’t want to look that man in the eye every day, let alone live with him. So, yeah, Asher can fuck off for the day.

When we finally make it to the top of the stairs, I push open her door before removing the tie. As soon as it’s peeled from her face, that hesitant look fades away as her eyes roam around the room.

I lined the perimeter of her room with candles, all varying sizes, and rose petals covering the bed. It’s cliché as fuck and something that fell straight out of a romance movie, but with the welling tears in her eyes, I’d say it was just corny enough.

“Ronan,” she whispers brokenly.

I cup her face, looking down into those beautiful green eyes.

“You deserve a do-over of that night. You deserve to know what it feels like to be loved and cherished through the whole thing. I’m sure Liam and Vincent did a good job of helping replace the memories of that night, but let me take care of you, baby. Let me heal you.”

She nods gently as I lean down, pressing my lips to hers as I cup her face tenderly. Our mouths move together gently, languidly, like we have all the time in the world. I want it to feel that way. I want to take my time with her.

Surprisingly, she’s the one to advance things. She pushes against me, softly guiding us backwards until we’re falling back onto the bed. I pin her to my chest, spinning us so that it’s her back that lands against the mattress. Her eyes are wide and expressive, drowning with want and desire as I begin covering her body with kisses.

My fingers make quick work of her shirt and pants before peeling them down her legs. Piece by piece, I strip away every article of clothing on her body until she is laid before me bare, exposed, and looking like absolute perfection.

My lips trail up and down her thighs, my beard scraping against the sensitive skin gently before she lets out a breathy whimper.

“Ronan.”

My eyes come to hers.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Touch me,” she begs.

I don’t have to ask for clarification, and I sure as fuck don’t have to be told twice. I spread her pussy open, admiring how beautiful she is before running my tongue through her. She squirms at my touch before I slip a finger inside, pumping in and out of her a little bit more each time.

“Fuck, yes,” she groans.

“Just like that, baby? You like it when daddy finger fucks you?”

Her head whips up at that, making eye contact with me as she moans and nods.

“I love daddy’s fingers inside me.”

My cock jumps at that. Fuck! She is so goddamn sexy, and she knows exactly what to say to get me so fucking riled up. I love that she has a little daddy kink, it makes my own desires feel validated, understood. It’s not some sick game that people twist it into. It’s about control, care, and love for my girl.

“Good girl,” I rumble hoarsely. “Do you want daddy to eat your pretty little pussy?”

“Yes,” she nods quickly, raising her hips and practically shoving her pussy into my face.

I don’t waste another second, diving in face first, literally, as I grip her hip in my right hand while the other continues finger fucking her.

I’ll never get over how fucking good she tastes. From that first time to now, she has ignited a hunger in me that will never be satiated. I’ll always want more. More of her pussy, her mouth, her ass. More of her.

Flicking my tongue against her clit, I push her all the way to the edge before pulling back. She grumbles in displeasure before I do it again and again. Teasing her, edging her, turning her into a sloppy, needy, wanting mess.

“Ronan,” she whines. “I want to come. Let me.”

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