Page 41 of Deceit

Skyla’s softened tone fades, as irritation passes across her face.

“You’re the one who pulled away. I haven’t seen or heard from you since you told me to go back to the party in the gardens. You got me off, shut down, and pushed me away. What part of that was supposed to make me think you even wanted to look in my direction again, let alone care if I go on a date with some guy?”

“You know exactly why I care,” I grit between clenched teeth.

Her pissed off expression falls away, as lust flickers in her eyes before they come down to my mouth.

“Say it,” she whispers.

“What?”

“Say it,” she says, those green eyes practically punching me straight in the gut as they look at me. “Please.”

My body tenses at her soft plea, and consequences be damned. I can't control my next actions. My hand grips the base of her neck, smashing her mouth against my own. It’s as if she was prepared for it, though. Her arms wrap around my neck, as her tongue tangles with mine. Just the feel of her has my cock throbbing, but right now more than anything I need to taste her.

I slip my hands beneath her legs, lifting her up and onto my desk before pushing up her skirt. She lays down instantly, but her legs aren’t parted. I look up to see her face drenched in want, but a timid energy emanating from her.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“I’ve never had anyone…” She clears her throat, but doesn’t go on.

I can’t help but let the shit eating grin on my face spread so wide it practically hurts.

“Are you telling me, I’ll be the first person to taste this sweet pussy?”

Her teeth sink into her lower lip as she nods.

“Is that okay with you?” I ask.

“Yes, god yes. I’m just…nervous, I guess. I don’t know. Now I feel dumb,” she says, covering her face with her hands, forcing me to let out a soft chuckle.

My palms skim up her smooth legs, pausing on her knees as I speak.

“Don’t feel dumb, baby. It’s okay to feel nervous. If you want me to stop, just say so.”

She nods, a steadiness seeming to take over as her legs slowly fall open. I keep my eyes on her until I feel her legs fully part. My eyes come down to see a tiny pair of white cotton panties covering her bald pussy. The material gets thinner and thinner until it’s just a string.

“I didn’t expect you to be the thong wearing type, baby,” I murmur, as I lower my head between her legs, inhaling her scent, before gripping the fabric with my teeth.

I make slow work of pulling them off her, making sure to give her plenty of time to change her mind and back out. Though I know it would be the hardest fucking thing I’ve ever had to do. If I have to walk away from her spread open like this for me, I’d do it for her in a heartbeat.

When I reach her ankles with her panties still between my teeth, I pull them down and off before gripping the damp fabric in my hand. I lift it to my nose, inhaling deeply, as I let out a groan.

“Goddamnit, baby. You smell like fucking heaven. I’m gonna fucking devour this pussy.”

She squirms on my desk, papers rustling beneath her, before I pocket her panties and lower myself to her legs. I begin peppering light kisses on the inside of her thighs, inching up higher and higher until I reach the apex of her legs. Her pussy is practically dripping on this morning’s memo, and I can’t hold myself back any longer.

My tongue flicks out, running a long swipe through her, catching every drop of her I can manage as she bucks against the desk.

“Oh my god!” she moans. “Do that again.”

I do as she asks, running my tongue through her. Forcing her moans and gasps to increase when I pause on her clit, swirling my tongue around it before I begin sucking on it.

“Ronan, Ronan, Ronan,” she chants, her fingers digging into the back of my head. She forces me closer until I’m practically suffocating in her pussy. My fucking favorite.

I begin flicking my tongue against her clit rapidly and am about to slip a finger inside of her when she shutters, a scream so loud tearing from her mouth that I have to lift my hand up and cover it. Her screams of pleasure are miraculously heard through my palm, as her body shakes and jerks against the desk. Shit, that was easier than I anticipated.

When her orgasm subsides I pull my mouth away from her, pressing one more kiss against her delectable pussy before looking up to her. My hand moves from her mouth, pushing back her hair from her face. She’s wearing a delirious expression, like she’s practically drunk.

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