Page 56 of See Me After Class

She, however, didn't respond verbally. Her focus remained steadfastly on me, eyes burning with an unspoken intensity. Despite her hands and legs being bound, she radiated a powerful presence. I approached her cautiously.

"Will you stand there," she asked, raising a brow as she spoke, "or will you kiss me?"

Our lips met in a fervent clash, a whirlwind of tongues, teeth, and unrestrained, hot, wet desire enveloping us.

"Leon,"John called out sharply, his voice cutting through the heated moment with clear disapproval.

I hesitated, the reminder of John's expectations momentarily piercing the haze of passion. I nebulously recalled that he had wanted this to be as perfunctory as possible. Reluctantly, I pulled back from Dessie, giving a nonchalant shrug in response to John's interruption.

"Am I ready enough for you now?" Dessie's voice was laced with a mix of challenge and anticipation.

I reached out, my fingers brushing against her, feeling the wetness and warmth that Viktor had left behind. A dry chuckle, borne of the sheer strangeness of the moment, escaped my throat.

"Touch me more," she implored eagerly. "I want to feel your hands on my nipples."

My fingers encircled her breasts. Dessie let out a soft moan, the sound filling the room. I squeezed the perfect mounds firmly, my fingertips grazing over her hardened nipples. Leaning closer, my tongue flicked across one nipple, teasing it gently, while my fingers continued their tantalizing dance, rubbing the sensitive tips.

"Yes." She sighed deeply, her voice a mix of relief and yearning as I enveloped the nipple with my warm, wet mouth, my lips forming a tight seal over the sensitive skin. Simultaneously, my right hand ventured lower, slipping inside her, exploring the wetness and heat of her core.

"You're so wet, Dessie. Your pussy is so fucking wet and slick. Does that feel good? Do you like that, Dessie? Do you like it when I touch your pussy?"

"Yes, fuck yes!" She closed her eyes. My finger pushed up inside her, opening her before sliding back out, over and again, until I felt her begin to clench around it.

"Not so quickly." I smiled, withdrawing immediately. "You have to earn your climax, Dessie."

She stared at me like she'd been just denied a piece of her favorite candy, or whatever got that dark heart of hers beating fastest. "Make me, then."

I growled at her impertinence and slipped a finger slowly inside her once again, going at it until she began gasping. Then, I pushed two, then three fingers. At that juncture, I stopped, enjoying the look of primal pleasure on her face.

"Why did you stop?" she cried out. "Don't stop!"

I merely shook my head. "That's not how we ask, Dessie. Did your parents teach you nothing?"

Something changed in her eyes. I couldn't place the expression that came over her. It was equal parts disgust and rage and something… something raw and needy.

"I apologize," she finally said. "Please.Please don't stop."

"Good girl." I twisted my hand, and my fingers plunged in and out of her while my thumb stroked her clit. She moaned harder, begging me not to stop. Her breasts heaved up and down, and she swallowed quick gulps of air as her clit tightened up. Her orgasm was quick and all-encompassing.

"Oh, m—" I didn't let her scream into the air, soaking her cries up in a long, hard kiss. My tongue pushed deeper into her mouth.

"Please," she begged. "Please untie me. I promise… I promise I'll behave."

I broke the kiss and looked over at John, who nodded stiffly. I undid the binds holding her in place, and Dessie's fingers immediately worked on my scrubs, going at them until she had my cock wrapped in her hand. She stroked me, drawing beads ofhot precum. She slid down in front of me and lifted the tip of my cock to her lips.

Words hitched in my throat as she parted her lips and licked the tip before taking all of me into the warmth of her mouth. She looked up at me as she worked my cock, her eyes burning with a challenge.

She knows what she's doing to you, and she's enjoying it.The little…

Thoughts drowned out as her pace increased and she made suction-like movements. I groaned and bunched fistfuls of her thick hair, matching the pace of her mouth to my hips. Her hands went around and grabbed my ass, pulling me deeper into her throat.

Did the girl have no gag reflex?

"Mmm," she cried out as her tongue circled me. Her mouth moved up and down, sucking me slowly. My hands moved to the back of her head. I began guiding her pace, compelling her to slow down.

"Easy there, tigress," I said, attempting to steady myself when she refused to match my rhythm and let out a tiny grunt of dissatisfaction. She pushed her head back, letting my cock go with aPop.

"Let me," she insisted, her lips coated with precum and her own saliva, "take the lead. Please," she added quickly.

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