Page 115 of Deceit

Her tongue begins making this S-like pattern on the underside of my cock with every bob of her head. It sends a tingling sensation straight to my balls, and I find myself fucking her face more than she’s sucking my dick.

“Touch yourself,” I grit out. “Play with that pretty pussy, just how you like it.”

I watch as Skyla hooks her fingers into her leggings, pulling her underwear down with them, revealing her porcelain smooth skin and perfect little pussy.

Her fingers don’t hesitate, clearly knowing exactly what she’s doing and needing. They start with soft circles around her clit, picking up speed the harder I fuck her face.

“Dip a finger inside. Not too deep. I want to taste you,” I groan as my fist winds around a handful of her hair, using it for better leverage.

She does as I say, slipping her middle finger inside just an inch or so. She does a swirling motion, pulling out the glistening finger and offering it up to me. Like the fine delicacy she is, I wrap my mouth around her in an instant, moaning at the taste that has me so fucking addicted.

When I release her finger, I grit my teeth as I attempt to control my orgasm.

“Rub that clit, babygirl. Make yourself come all over this table.”

Her eyes squint closed and she nods before her hand begins rapidly rubbing herself. She’s whimpering around my cock, her body practically vibrating with anticipation as the door opens.

I don’t stop fucking her mouth, mainly because I don’t know how to, but she sure as hell stops rubbing herself. As if her not playing with her pussy would make this situation look better for anyone.

My eyes connect with a familiar pair of brown ones and relief settles in me that it’s no one who would expose our secret. However, now a new thrill runs through me. We’ve got a voyeur.

I say that because he is halfway in the door, eyebrows to his hairline, mouth parted in shock as he takes in the sight before him. I mean, it’s a pretty fucking beautiful sight. Skyla is spread out on the table, tits out, mouth stuffed with cock and her bare legs spread, giving him a perfect view of that pussy that his eyes have been glued to for several seconds now.

“Joining us, brother?” I tease, though that thrill amplifies in me at the idea.

Fuck. That would be so goddamn hot to share her with Asher. Say what you want, but I love sharing my woman. Something about seeing her completely satisfied, doted on and adored like she deserves with a whole lot of orgasms all around makes for a good ass time.

He doesn’t say anything but to my surprise he shuts the door behind him, pushing a chair in front of the handle to stop anyone else from coming in. When he’s done he remains in place, just watching. I can see from here his chest is rising and falling quickly, but he doesn’t say anything, and he hardly moves a muscle.

“This okay with you, babygirl?” I ask as I cup her jaw, slowing down my thrusts for a moment.

Her eyes connect with Asher’s, probably giving him one sexy as hell view. Those pretty green eyes on him, mouth stretched open with a cock inside. Goddamn, I might come from looking at her myself.

Slowly, her gaze comes back to mine and she nods softly. I’m surprised by her answer if I’m honest. Until a few days ago, they could hardly stand to be in the same room as each other. Not sure what happened for this flip in dynamics, but hey, I’m not going to turn down a hot threesome with my best friend and my girlfriend.

Asher’s eyes remain solely on her as he takes several steps towards her. I’m not even sure if he realizes he’s moving towards us or not. He seems entranced, in a daze until he stops just near her thighs. Skyla wiggles her pussy in anticipation and Asher’s eyes fly down to it, desire practically drowning his features as he stares at her.

Her clit is so pink and swollen, pussy practically soaking the table beneath her as she whimpers and groans.

“You want to be touched, babygirl?” I ask, as that tingling in the base of my spine begins, my balls tightening as she nods her head.

“You want Asher to touch you?” I ask again, everyone in the room needing her full consent before we cross any boundaries.

She doesn’t nod immediately this time, first her head swiveling back and forth between Asher and I several times before she nods at Asher. My cock pulses in her mouth at that, and I feel a bead of pre-cum drop hit her tongue.

Asher exhales a slow heavy breath before his hands come away from his sides, each gripping Skyla’s hips tightly. So tight, his knuckles begin to turn white. His entire body is vibrating as he slowly lowers his face down to her pussy. I can hear him slightly inhale, as if he were savoring the scent of her before he blows on her clit once.

Somehow, that small move of touching her but not is enough to send us both over the edge. Skyla’s mouth tightens around me, her back bowing off the table as she moans and screams her release around my cock. I can’t stop myself as my cum practically shoots into the back of her throat. She swallows every drop like a good girl, her tongue tracing around me from top to bottom to make sure she hasn’t missed a bit of it before those pouty lips release me.

Leaning down I steal a kiss from her, my tongue tangling with hers as I do. I’ve never minded the taste of myself on someone. I actually really enjoy giving head, and the taste just doesn’t bother me like it bothers some. I find it fucking hot actually, when you can taste yourself on your partners lips or their body. Like proof that you were there. Fuck. My cock is already getting hard again.

My eyes pull away from my babygirl to see Asher still in the same position. His hands grip Skyla’s hips mercilessly, eyes on her pussy like he’s trying to figure out if he should run like hell ordevour her whole. The devious part of me is practically fucking feral for him to devour her whole. I’m ready to shove his head between her legs myself, because I know once he has a single taste of her he’ll be a goner like the rest of us.

In the next moment his gaze snaps to hers, what looks like regret filling his eyes as he releases her and pulls away. He crosses the room, kicking the chair out of the way before practically ripping the door off its hinges on his way out.

I frown as he goes, turning back to Skyla who is wearing a matching frown. Determination to not let him ruin this for us, I smile down at her. brushing some hair away from her face as I help her sit up.

“You did so good, babygirl. I’m so proud of you.”

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