Page 59 of Deceit

“Don’t be. I’m not exactly shy about my…proclivities,” I say with a wink. “I’m not crazy about labels, but I guess I closely identify with a bisexual heteroromantic.”

She gives me a confused look and I smile as I elaborate.

“I’m only interested in women romantically, but I’m sexually attracted to both men and women.”

“Oh, so you wouldn’t be interested in dating a man?” she hedges.

I shrug. “Sexuality is fluid and always changing so, never say never I suppose. Though, I can’t see myself forming that kind of connection with a man at this time in my life, no.”

Skyla nods, looking up at me shyly through her lashes.

“But you would with a woman….date that is.”

I can’t help but smirk at the underlying meaning in her words.

“I don’t typically date, but there is always the exception,” I say, allowing my eyes to roam over her, extremely purposeful in my intent.

She blushes from my gaze, nodding her head. I slowly back her up, allowing her ass to hit the hood of my car before I close in on her. She tilts her head to look up at me, but she doesn’t have to for long before I’m lifting her onto the hood and stepping between her legs. Her eyes dart back and forth between myown then down to my lips, and a heavy feeling settles in the air between us as she does.

My eyes drop to her mouth, her lips so fucking full and red. They look so soft, so sweet, like a piece of goddamn fruit. I’ve wanted to know what she tasted like from the moment I laid eyes on her, but she needs to come to me for this. She needs to want it as bad as I do.

I do reach out, resting my hands on her hips, digging my fingers into her as I do my best to maintain my composure. Easier said than done when I have this stunner of a woman staring up at me like she’s never wanted anything or anyone more.

Her neck arches up just enough and when her lips touch mine, my control snaps. I planned to be slow and gentle, let her take the lead, but I can’t. One brush of her lips against mine and a zap runs through my body all the way down to my toes. It practically jolts me to life, before I’m cupping the back of her neck, decimating any distance left between us.

My tongue traces against the seam of her lips before forcing its way in. She greets me happily, tangling hers around mine as she arches into me. I press my hardening cock against her pussy and relish in the needy moan that escapes her.

Having a mind of their own, my hands begin running down her body, cupping her breasts momentarily before making their way between her thighs. I grind the heel of my palm against her, giving her just a taste of the friction I know she craves. She moans again, her mouth falling open as I rub against her faster and faster.

“Feel good, babygirl?” I murmur against her lips, as I begin peppering her neck with kisses.

“Yes,” she gasps. “More.”

No need to tell me twice.

Flicking the button of her jeans open I push on her chest, forcing her to sprawl out across my hood before I begin peeling her jeans down her legs. Her black silk panties stick to the material, coming off right along with them. I snatch those up quickly, pocketing them before she can argue with me.

Fucking hell.

My head drops forward for a moment before I shake it because holy fuck. I’ve never seen a prettier pussy in my entire life. Looking up at her through my hair, I smirk before spreading her open and revealing her perfect clit. Brushing my thumb against it, she physically shutters before letting out a breathy moan.

“Liam,” she gasps.

“Fuck,” I groan. “You can’t say my name like that, babygirl.”

“Why not?” she asks, her head lifted slightly to meet my eyes.

“Because, it makes me want to fuck you raw, right here on the hood of my car.”

Hesitation flickers in her eyes, as the color nearly drains from her face. I chuckle softly as my hand taps against her thigh.

“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t live to see the next sunrise if I deflowered the Parris Princess.”

She lets out a slow breath like she’s relieved, but I don’t miss the flash of disappointment that passes across her features. It’s gone almost instantly, but it was there. I saw it, memorized it and will never forget it.

“But,” I continue. “That doesn’t mean I can’t give you an orgasm or two.”

Before she can speak, I slip a finger inside her. I know I shouldn’t, penetration of any kind really should be off the table with her but goddamnit, I’m only human.

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