Page 48 of Delectable Lies

ROHAN

WatchingSaoirse crumble is my new favourite pastime — the way her body bows at my mercy or how her desire flitters from her pouty lips with breathless moans.

But the most satisfying of all is seeing her back curve as the pressure of her release ricochets through her, leaving her nothing more than a boneless mess held up by my palms —Perfection.

I could spend a lifetime drawing these reactions from her and still come up starving, an addict craving more.

I know I said I’d wait for her to make the first move, all the while luring her in, piece by piece, but all that flew out the window the second I licked her want from my pen and her sweet fucking nectar coated my tongue.

It took every ounce of my self-restraint to hold back and make it through our double English class without bending her perfect arse over our desk and fucking her into next Sunday.

Hard as stone, I sat there enduring her unintentional torture, savouring every pathetic second.

After class, I should have walked away, but every particle of my continence shattered with that small taste, leaving me with no other choice but to claim her.

At that moment, my only desire was to make her mind bend and her body break.

I couldn’t wait for a second longer, I had to have her, and it’s a decision I don’t regret. Not one fucking bit.

My cock pulses, begging to be freed from the confines of my school trousers, aching for release, anyway he can get it.

As I rise from my knees, I trail my tongue along my lips, gathering any reminisce of her release.

Fuck, she tastes how she looks — sweet and fucking dangerous.

Her breathing stills as I glide my palms up her thighs. Then, when I rest my chin at the crook of her neck, the air trapped in her lungs falls from her pouty lips.

Using my left hand, I gather her hair in my fist, then tug her head backwards, elongating her neck. My right arm circles her waist, and I needle her left breast through her blazer.

“Tell me, love.” My teeth graze the column of her throat as my fingers bite into her shirt, squeezing her perfect mound until her back bows into me. “Do you want me to stop?”

Freeing her breast from my punishing hold, I slowly glide my palm over her buttoned blazer and the bunched skirt around her waist. Finally, I cup her dripping cunt. My fingertips slide through her slick folds, and I make slow, teasing circles over her still sensitive clit.

Her body shudders at my touch, still reeling from her intense orgasm, but it doesn't stop me from slipping my digit inside her. The warmth of her pussy wraps around my finger, squeezing so fucking tight. My head is spinning at the sheer thought of how my dick will feel nestled between her silky thighs.

Adding a second finger, I curl them, rubbing her G-spot before pressing down and pulling an appraising moan from her.

“That's a good girl. Let yourself crumble for me.”

My wrist flicks, and I spear my fingers in and out in slow but hard pumps. “So fucking tight, love.”

“Rohan,” she cries out, back bowing as she chases the high only I can give her. “I hate you.”

“We both know that's bollocks, Saoirse. You love how I make you feel. Admit it.”

“Fuck you, Rohan.” Her words filter through the small narrow closet in a breathless whisper, wrapped in venom but soaked in need.

“Is that a request?” I push in again, hitting the spot that makes her eyes cross. “Because I'm sure fucking you is what I'm already doing.”

Her eyes roll back as I tighten my grip around her hair. Finally, when my cock has had enough waiting, I rip my fingers from her tight cunt, and spin her around to face me. “Is it my cock you want, love?”

She bites down on her lip as her wild want-filled orbs capture my gaze.

Fuck me. She's gorgeous.The evidence of her release is painted across her blush-covered cheeks, free-flowing down the valley of her neck.

My dick twitches. Splaying my hand over her thigh, the pads of my fingers bite into her flesh. I raise her leg in one swift movement and place her foot on the shelf behind me, exposing her cunt. Tightening my grasp on her thigh, I hold her steady as I use my free hand to undo my belt and free my throbbing cock.

Her eyes follow my movement, but I see the apprehension building in her darkened gaze — it’s a battle between what she feels is right and what her cunt wants. Of course, she’d never admit it, but the way her tongue slowly dampens her lips has me believing she wants this as much as I do.

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