Page 55 of Descent

He pulls away from Skyla, his hand coming down and slapping her clit. She arches her back, a whimper escaping her as he speaks.

“Get up there and suck Liam’s cock for him, princess.”

Skyla does as he says, quickly flipping over onto her stomach and crawling up to me. I spread my legs as wide as I can, giving her the room she needs before her mouth sucks me down her throat. My mouth parts, and I feel my head hit the armrest of the couch as I groan.

Fuck. Yes.

She takes it slow at first, bobbing her head up and down. She’s getting so fucking good. She hardly ever gags these days, and she’s really learned to open up her throat. I don’t know who taught her that one, but goddamn, I owe him a blowjob just for that.

My hand trails over her perfect face before weaving through her golden hair. I spin the silky strands around my fist several times until I have a nice hold on her. Looking up, I watch as Asher grabs her hips, forcing her up onto her knees before he lines his cock up to her, pushing inside with a guttural groan that makes my cock jerk down Skyla’s throat.

Goddamnit. I don’t think I’ve ever noticed how sexy his moans are.

Skyla moans around my cock; she’s thrown off for a moment before her and Asher fall into a nice rhythm. Meanwhile, I lay back like a fucking king as I have my beautiful girl suck my cock like a pro.

My head is thrown back against the couch, eyes lazily watching Skyla take me, her tongue twirling around each piercing beforegoing down again when Asher catches my eye. He’s watching her intently, his thrusts becoming more and more aggressive. I watch as his knuckles practically turn white from his grip on her hips as he savagely fucks her.

It seems to be too much for her as she pulls away from me for a second, gasping deep breaths. I’m so fucking close to coming, but I know she needs a second. Apparently, Asher doesn’t agree, though. He reaches down, gripping the back of her neck before lifting her over to me.

“No breaks. Be a good girl and suck the cum out of him,” he says through clenched teeth.

Asher doesn’t release his hold on her. Instead, he uses his grip to practically fuck my cock with her face. He shoves her down over and over again, his thrusts becoming erratic as he continues staring at the slobbery mess that Skyla’s leaving all over my cock.

I know it doesn’t mean anything to him, but having him take control like this, forcing her head down onto me like this, him practically feral to make sure she makes both of us come…it’s my fucking undoing.

Tightening my grip on her hair, I feel Asher push her down once more, hard, my cock pushing down her throat as my cum spills down her.

“Yeah, good girl. Drink, princess. Don’t you fucking waste a goddamn drop,” Asher groans, before his eyes roll into the back of his head, and he cums.

Several low moans tear through his chest as Skyla follows him, moaning and screaming her release with her mouth still full of my cock. After several seconds, Asher opens his eyes, shaking his head as he looks down at me. Our eyes lock for several seconds, but neither of us speak. Things I shouldn’t be thinking, shouldn’t be wondering, pop into my head, but before I can truly explore them, his eyes look down at Skyla.

He releases his hold on her, rolling onto his back, his hard cock still holding strong as he takes deep, labored breaths. Of course, I’m going to stare at it, at least for a second; who wouldn’t? God, he’s got a pretty fucking cock.

“You okay?” Skyla asks me breathlessly from my lap.

My eyes snap down to hers, a smirk on my face.

“I’m on cloud fucking nine right now, babygirl. What about you?”

“Same,” she smiles.

“Motion carried,” Asher snarks on a labored breath, before pushing to his feet, stuffing his cock back into his pants, and moving to the kitchen.

Fuck. Ronan and Vincent should leave the house more often.

Chapter Twenty Three

Skyla

The next day goes by smoothly. There is no altercations at school, no tests or papers due that I forgot about, and Vincent was even able to pull me into the closet for a quickie. It’s been a great day.

That is until Asher pulls into the driveway of our house, and I see a very pissed-off looking Aunt Steph just outside the gate.

Oh shit.

“Who is that?” Asher asks.

“My aunt,” I respond.

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