Page 85 of Deceit

He scowls at that. “Yeah, can’t imagine that’s going to go over too well.”

“Nope,” I say, popping the p when the bathroom door opens and Skyla steps out in nothing but a towel.

I feel myself practically swallow my tongue as I watch her timidly scurry her way over to her dresser.

“Fuck, babygirl. You should wear that all the time.”

“I’m only wearing a towel,” she frowns.

“I know,” I wink. “Ronan, look how sexy our girl is,” I say, as I turn the phone to face her.

She takes a few steps forward and waves shyly, her wet hair falling against her bronze shoulders.

“Hi.”

“Hi, baby. You look so fucking beautiful.”

I stand up, moving over to her dresser that is across from her bed and prop her phone up.

“Because I’m super good at sharing, give us a spin, babygirl. Show Ronan the full effect of what he’s missing out on right now.”

She looks between the phone and me shyly as Ronan nods encouragingly before she takes my outstretched hand. I raise it above her head and twirl her in place, her towel unfortunately staying put as she does.

“You’re perfect,” Ronan whispers, causing Skyla to blush.

“Thank you.”

“What do you think, babygirl? Think we should give Coach a little show?”

She looks between Ronan and I several times before she slowly drops her towel. My mouth parts in surprise and when I look at Ronan, he’s wearing a similar expression. Fuck yes!

I wrap my arm around her waist lifting her up and over my shoulder before I take her down to her bed. We land with a bounce, and she giggles as I begin covering her body with kisses. Holy shit could she be any more perfect? Her skin is smooth like silk, not a single imperfection. Her breasts are just the right size, perky with nipples the softest shade of pink and her pussy is easily the eighth wonder of the world.

“Move fucker, I don’t want to see you. I want to see her,” Ronan barks through the phone.

An amused chuckle bellows from me as I lift myself off Skyla and onto my back. I reach for her hips and drag her over to me, forcing her to straddle me.

“Ride my face, babygirl,” I say, as I grip each hip in my hand.

“What?” she asks, as she looks down at me.

“Sit on my face,” I smile, as I attempt to pull her down to me.

“No way, I’ll crush you!”

“If I die, I die. Ronan, you’ll make sure to tell everyone I died a legend at my funeral, right?”

“You got it,” he chuckles.

“It’s settled,” I say, before yanking her down onto me.

She loses her balance and has no choice but to fall onto my face. Fucking hell. This is one thousand percent the closest I’ll ever get to heaven and fuck if I’m not going to enjoy every single fucking second.

I feel her try to lift her weight off me, but I wrap an arm around her waist, pinning her into place as my tongue begins running through her pussy. She lets out a breathy gasp that has my cock instantly hard as a steel fucking pipe. Her plump ass is resting on my head, and I honestly feel like a kid in a candy store. I want tolick, suck and fuck every single inch of her. Unfortunately, that last one is off the table, so the first two will have to do.

“Oh my god!” Skyla gasps, as one of her hands reaches for the wall in an attempt to balance herself.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so beautiful like this. Does that feel good?” Ronan asks.

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