Page 43 of Deceit

My eyes narrow at him. “I’m not naïve.”

“That’s just what I’d expect you to say,” he says, his deep voice grating on my nerves.

My jaw is clenched before irritation practically consumes me.

“You’re an asshole!”

He shrugs, pushing past me without another word. I wrap my hand around the door handle, looking over my shoulder to see Vincent stride out into the courtyard without a care in the world. I can’t help but watch him with narrowed eyes before I pull the door open again, storming inside.

I collide with a hard chest, and a familiar musky scent fills my senses as I look up to see Ronan smiling down at me.

“Hey,” he smiles easily, before his brows knit together. “What’s wrong?”

The concern in his voice stirs something in me. I allow my irritation towards Vincent to melt away as I stare up at this ridiculously good looking man before me.

“Nothing, I’m good,” I smile.

His hands come up to either side of my face, cupping my cheeks gently as his eyes flick across my face, as if he can find the truth from a single look.

“I don’t believe you. Is it my little shit nephew? Do I need to kick his ass?” he asks.

I can’t help but laugh.

“No, but could you anyway? I think it would do him some good.”

“For my girl? Anything.”

“Your girl?” I ask teasingly. “That seems a little fast, Coach Ronan,” I tease.

“On the contrary, Miss Parris. I think it’s just right. That is, unless you let any man off the street eat your pussy until you come all over his face or ride his lap until you soak his pants?.”

I’m proud that I don’t blush at his words. Instead, I keep my teasing smirk in place and look up like I’m thinking it over.

“Well, noteveryman.”

His eyes narrow as he shakes his head, before smashing his lips against mine. It’s a kiss that starts out sweet and teasing, but with a swipe of his tongue something changes between us.

Suddenly his grip on me tightens, the air thickens, and our kisses become frantic. A rush I’ve never felt before rips through me as his mouth moves across my cheek and down my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin behind my ear. I gasp at the feelingas I tilt my head back, granting him easier access as his hands begin roaming down my body.

My heart is practically beating out of my chest with each touch. I feel one of his hands leave my side, reaching out and flicking the lock on the door before coming to cup my ass. He pulls me into him, and I happily wrap my leg around his waist. His mouth comes down to my cleavage, licking a long line between my breasts before his eyes meet mine.

I feel my stomach physically flip as he gives me a slow smirk, gripping both my thighs and lifting me into the air. I have no choice but to wrap my other leg around him as Ronan makes quick work of walking us into the pool room and over to the bleachers. He sits down on the first row and I go with him, straddling him as my skirt bunches up around my hips.

My pussy rubs against his hard cock as he lets out an audible groan against my lips.

“Fuck, yes. Grind on me, baby.”

I do as he says, his soft lips peppering my skin as his hands guide my hips. God, I’ve never felt anything so erotic, so intoxicating. Just a few brushes of our bodies together and I’m already prepared to explode. See, like I said? Addict.

I feel a fluttering sensation low in my belly, and my pussy begins to spasm as my clit grinds against him once more.

“Oh god. Oh no. Shit, shit, shit,” I mutter through my orgasm, shuttering and shaking in his arms as he whispers into my ear.

“Just like that. You’re so fucking beautiful when you fall apart for me.”

I’d be embarrassed with how easily he can get me off but honestly, what is there to be embarrassed about? Sounds like a talent to me.

When my pleasure has subsided, I pull away to look at Ronan who is watching me with hungry eyes. Gently, he guides me to stand before he reaches into his pants and pulls out his cock. Iphysically gulp when I look at it. It’s so thick. I don’t think cocks are supposed to be that thick and if they are, they definitely shouldn’t be this long as well.

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