Page 78 of Deceit

My heart flip flops in my chest at his words, and I find myself nodding against his hold despite how unfair this feels.

His lips press against mine, gently kissing me. Slowly, easily. Like we have all the time in the world. Well, if we can’t have sex, I know there is at least one thing he won’t deny me.

I don’t break our kiss as I move to slide in between his legs. He lets me move freely before I lower myself, peppering his neck and clothed chest with kisses. I pause when I come to his slacks, undoing them before pulling them and his boxers down revealing his hard cock.

There is a bead of pre-cum on the tip and when I flatten my tongue against it, Ronan lets out a sharp hiss through his teeth before he’s pushing my head down. He forces me to take him so fast that I can’t help but gag. Breathing through my nose, I allow him to do it again and again. I’m embarrassed that I can’t keep the gagging under control, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“Fuck yes, baby. Such a good girl. Gag on my cock. Gag on daddy’s cock.”

Something completely fucked up in me practically melts at his praise, and I do my best to take him deeper. I moan around his cock before gagging once again. I feel Ronan’s fingers dig into my hair as he begins fucking my face, using me for every ounce of pleasure he can wring out of me. It’s an intense feeling, one I’ve become addicted to with him.

“Oh fuck, baby. Yes. God, yes. You’re daddy’s perfect girl, you know that? You know how perfect you are for me?” he asks ashe pulls me back by my hair, looking down at me in a sort of reverence that has my pussy absolutely soaked.

“Tell me you want daddy’s cock,” Ronan says, lust completely covering his bright blue eyes.

I don’t hesitate for even a moment.

“I want daddy’s cock.”

Ronan forces himself back down my throat, causing tears to instantly spring to my eyes as he begins fucking my face again.

“Fuck yes you do. It’s because you’re such a good girl. Daddy’s girl. You gonna take my cum, baby?”

I nod the best I can when I have virtually no control over my face.

“Play with your pussy. I want you to come with me.”

I do as he says, slipping my hand inside my skirt, my fingers instantly finding my clit. I’m tempted to slip a finger inside, but I wonder if Ronan considers that penetration. I’ve done it before, and nothing has happened, so surely it wouldn’t be the worst thing. My thumb continues circling my clit as I slip a finger inside myself, groaning at the feeling of at least something being in me.

“There you go, baby. I love to hear you moaning on my cock. Does that feel good? Are you touching yourself just right?”

“Mhmm,” I moan around his thick cock as my pussy begins to tremble.

I push my finger in and out of me as Ronan’s grip on my hair tightens.

“Are you finger fucking yourself, baby?”

My watering eyes look up to see him staring down at me. I nod my head, and he snaps his hips against me hard, forcing me to gag and cough around him before he returns to his steady pace.”

“That’s so goddamn hot and unfair. Your tiny little fingers can play with that pussy all day long without risking you. If I slipped my fucking pinky in you I’d tear your fucking hymen in two.”

My thumb rubs against my clit faster and faster, my breathing becoming choppy before a blinding white light hits me. I come hard, moaning and groaning around his cock as my pussy pulses in pleasure. Just as my orgasm begins to subside, though, Ronan is reaching down, gripping my hand and sucking my finger into his mouth.

He lets out a feral sound around my finger as his cock swells, emptying his cum down my throat. I suck him harder than before, using my tongue to catch any spare drop I may have missed as his cock continues throbbing inside my mouth, his tongue tangled around my finger before he releases it with a pop.

Slowly, I pull away from him, releasing his cock as I stand up. I’m only on my feet for a second at most before Ronan is pulling me down.

“Let’s go again,” he smirks, before dropping to my thighs.

Four orgasms later, my head is resting on Ronan’s chest, some horror movie playing on the TV as his fingers tangle in my hair. We just got out of the shower, where he washed and rinsed my hair before dressing me in one of his shirts that looks more like a dress than a shirt on me. My eyes are just beginning to flutter closed when my phone buzzes.

Blindly, I reach over to see it’s a text from Liam.

Liam: Where are you?

I tap out my reply quickly.

Me: With Ronan.

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