Page 23 of Descent

“More,” she begs.

“More, baby?” I ask as I continue the motion, quickening my pace slightly as my thrusts begin to match it.

“Yes. Oh my god! That feels so good. I need—”

Her words break away into a moan as I continue fucking her harder and harder.

“You need, baby? What do you need? Give me your words.”

“I need to come. I want it. Please give it to me.”

I begin circling my hips, rubbing myself against her in a motion that has her eyes flying open wide.

“Oh my god!”

“You gonna come for me?” I ask.

“Uh-huh,” she nods shakily, her breathing becoming ragged.

“Good. Come on my cock, baby. I want to feel that tight little pussy squeeze the life out of me as you come.”

“Oh my god,” she says, her pussy pulsing at my words.

I can’t help but grin.

“You like that? Tell me how bad you want daddy’s cock. How bad you need it to make you come?”

“OH! I need it. I need it so bad. I just want daddy to make me come,” she blabbers almost incoherently as her orgasm begins to take her over. “Oh my god, Ronan! Daddy! Fuck!” she screams before she’s shattering apart.

Wave after wave of her orgasm seems to crash into her, and I’m no different. That tingling at the base of my spine overwhelms me, and I find myself falling over the edge with her. I feel my cock twitch and jerk inside her; it satiates something primal in me as our bodies collapse into a heap on the bed.

We lay there for several minutes, speechless. Our ragged breaths are the only sounds coming from either of us. Eventually I gather up enough stamina to stand, making my way to the bathroom before I turn on the water in the tub. I strip off my shirt and toss it to the ground, before I pour in a generous amount of lavender bubble bath and come back out for her.

She’s in the middle of the bed, her legs spread, my cum seeping out of her. Before I can help myself, I lean forward, gathering the leaking mess between my fingers before pushing it back inside. Her eyes come to me in surprise, but I don’t stop. I continue finger fucking my cum back into her as deep as I can.

Despite knowing she’s on birth control, a small part of me hopes it’s ineffective. I hope that she gets pregnant from this,from me. I’d love nothing more than to see her round with my baby. Goddamnit, I need that to be a thing immediately.

Without a word, I pull my fingers out of her and scoop her up into my arms. I take her into the bathroom before slowly climbing in the bath with her. We sink down into the warm water, some sloshing over the side as we do before she nuzzles herself into my lap.

I’m not sure how long we lay there, until the water has long run cold, and our bodies begin to shiver. Neither one of us is ready to let this moment go, though. Each craving just a little longer. A little more. I’ll never have enough of Skyla Parris, and I hope to fucking god that she will never have enough of me.

Chapter Ten

Asher

Ithought that if I stayed out until well past midnight that I’d avoid hearing them. Fuck, was I wrong. Despite us all having class in the morning, it’s currently 1:23 A.M. and Skyla’s screams are echoing through this house. I’ve slept on the couch the last several nights; I finally got sick of it and used noise cancelling headphones in my own bed.

It’s not enough to drown her out. The sound of her orgasms play over and over in my head, like a taunting loop. A reminder that it’s something I’ll never get.

Fucking hate how much it’s been bothering me. After our ceremony, I told myself I wouldn’t allow her to get to me. I’d distance myself and that would be enough. I can’t, apparently. So, I do the only thing I know how to.

Reaching for my phone, I scroll through the string of messages I’ve left unanswered for weeks. I pause on a name I know is a no-strings hookup.

Me: Unlock your door. I’m coming over.

It takes a minute or so for her to respond before she shoots back her reply.

Mercy Cock Gobbler Lewis: Okay! See you soon.

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