Page 60 of Deceit

She’s so fucking tight, if I didn’t already know she was a virgin, it’s guaran-fucking-teed now. Despite being tighter than a nun’s pussy, she’s absolutely drenched, allowing me to push a little deeper before withdrawing and repeating the motion.

I hear her breathe slowly and I look up curiously.

“You okay, babygirl?”

She nods. “It’s just tight. Your fingers, they’re so big. I didn’t think it could hurt.”

Frowning at that, I slow my motions.

“Skyla, you’ve been finger fucked before, right?”

Surely she has, obviously she’s a virgin but it’s not like all the London douchebags didn’t shoot their shot with her. She’s too much of a bombshell not to have a line out the door, of men desperate for her.

A slight tinge of red touches her cheeks as she shrugs softly.

“I’ve done it myself but—”

“Never anyone else?” I ask, way too much pleasure bleeding into my voice knowing that I’m the first person to touch her here.

She shakes her head and I feel my cock leak pre-cum in my pants at that.

“Fuck me, guess I have a high bar to set for you. Sit back and relax, babygirl. I’m gonna finger fuck you until you soak the hood of this car.”

Curling my finger upwards, I go slow, rubbing her g-spot nice and easy to start. I allow her more time to adjust to the feeling as my other hand begins playing with her clit. She shutters out a satisfied moan as I continue working her over. She opens up to me surprisingly easily. Within a minute or so, I’m slipping another finger inside her, stretching her virgin pussy as wide as it’s ever been. Which is so fucking hot to think about.

Her hands ball up at her sides as her breathing becomes choppy.

“Oh god. Oh god, Liam! Liam!” she shouts out, shattering apart in my arms.

Her cum begins leaking down my hand and I waste no time in removing my fingers to chase down the taste. I suck both of myfingers into my mouth, licking them clean before releasing them with a pop. The taste of her has me groaning with equal amounts of desire and frustration.

Goddamnit.

It is taking everything in me not to drop to my knees and eat her pussy until she comes down my chin before fucking her until her guts are nice and rearranged.

Unfortunately for both of us, self-preservation is in the forefront of my mind. I wasn’t joking when I said that I’d probably be dead before morning if I fucked her. It would be one of four people for sure– Christopher Putnam, Henry Parris, Asher or Ronan. And all four of them would make sure it would be bloody as fuck.

She’s beautiful, delicious, and honestly, pretty fucking perfect, but I’d prefer to live to see twenty-two. So I restrain myself, rearranging my cock in my pants to tuck it away, though he is definitely not on board with this plan.

“How’d I do?” I ask, with a crooked smile and a wink.

A nervous blush hits Skyla, as she covers her face with her hands for a moment before blowing out a breath and sitting up.

“Good, yeah, um. You’re good. No surprise, really, I’ve heard you’ve had a lot of practice,” she laughs hollowly.

I laugh at that, though I can’t deny that her words hit me in the chest in an achy way that I’m not crazy about.

“Let’s get you back to campus before your fiancé makes a necklace out of my balls.”

She wrinkles up her nose at that.

“What an ugly necklace that would be,” she says as she slides off the hood, pulling up her pants, sans panties, as she does.

I drop my mouth open in mock offense as I scoff.

“Excuse me, I’ll have you know I have very pretty balls. Want me to prove it?” I tease.

She finishes buttoning her jeans as she gives me a dubious look and shakes her head.

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