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He covered her hands with his and squeezed her grip tighter. “This will be onlyyourcock, Doo-nie,” he whispered thickly, moving her two-handed grip along his shaft. “I want you to kiss the very tip of it now,” he whispered through the flames. “Use the tip of your tongue to taste my desire. You need to know what you do to me,” he shuddered. “Then, fifteen minutes from now, your entire beautiful body will experience the wrath of my insanity.”

A moan burned the head of his cock where she opened her full lips and kissed the entire crown, capturing his essence with maddening, greedy flicks of her tongue.

“Fuck, that’s so good, baby,” he gasped. “Are you ready for that, Doo-nie?”

“Yes,” she gushed, opening her mouth more and sucking with more abandon.

“My sweet student is being nasty for me?”

She moved her eager fists faster over his shaft, her molten eyes on him as she confessed, “Yes,so nasty,” before diving back on the head with a succulent moan, her teeth raking the rim in her greedy haste.

“Fuck, baby, look at you,” he shot out, back to holding the counter as he gave her full control. “Show me how fucking hungry you are for me.”

She strangled the base of his cock in one hand and raked her nails over his inner thigh.

“You want more?”

“Yes,” she pled, lifting his cock, and devouring his balls with lusty moans.

Nidev opened the lower cabinet door on his left and propped his foot on it, expanding her kissing and sucking journey. She hurried back to his cock, her hunger unleashed and commanding him.

“That’s my filthy angel,” he praised, fisting her silky curls in both hands to control her. “Suck your King’s wicked crown.” Ughhh fuck, the heat burning through him was the very breath of his insanity.

He pulled her off the head of his cock and she gave a lusty moan with her gasp. “Time for me to taste your wicked little mouth.”

He lifted her by her hair, devouring her shocked gasp with a feral hunger. He kept one fist buried in her curls and gripped a handful of her denim covered ass, pulling her into his cock. “I want these fucking clothes off. Then I want you in my shower.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

“Don’t hide,” he ordered when Lyric turned to undress in his bathroom on shaking legs. God, if he liked her bold, she was in for a very low grade. Assuming he was grading. Pretty sure he graded all things at all times.

She turned to face him, her bones having an earthquake. He sat on the three-foot-wide vanity built into the wall with mirrors left right and center. His glowing white muscles filled with scrolling tattoos against the black onyx made him look terrifyingly wicked and lethal. She resumed unbuttoning her black satin blouse, prepared to die of embarrassment. She had serious breast complexes due to the locker room trauma she’d endured in junior high. They called her puffy tacos because her boobs were more elongated than they were round, and the areolas were puffy instead of flat. She’d grown more mound since, but they never lost the elongated shape. She’d managed to forget all about it ‘til the marriage assignment with George. Even then she was able to think of her body as a tool for science and looks didn’t matter so longas the parts worked. But having George refer to hernipplesasvery different,well, nightmare resurrected.And obviously they weren’t agoodkind of different since he never seemed to want to touch them.

“Come here,” he ordered quietly when the final button was undone.

The hard edge in his tone spoke to her supper and it suddenly wanted someplace else to be besides her stomach. Standing before him, he took hold of the satin material and moved it aside. She wore a black lace bra which was only a thin shield, but she desperately wanted to keep it even as he traced his fingers along the edge of it.

“What do you fear, my Doo-nie?” he asked, her chest heaving.

She couldn’t lie but wasn’t about to saythattruth. “I’m… not very good at exposing myself.” One thousand percent truth.

He helped remove the blouse then set it on the counter as she put her hands before her, trying to give her boobs a rounder appearance.

“Take it off.”

Oh God.

She reached behind her and undid the clasp, then slowly removed it. There was no stopping her forearms from becoming a shield. She closed her eyes unable to bear seeing himlook.

He took the bra from her, and she could only guess he set it with her blouse.

“Tell me why you are hiding yourself from me.”

Even with his curious, gentle tone she had to push down her rising panic. She really wanted this with him and didn’t want to blow it. She hated that everything felt like an audition at the academy. It was that way since she got there. She already felt like a fraud since her gifts were invisible to her. She couldn’t see or hear or feel them. What if they realized she wasn’t gifted enough? “I uh…”

He placed gentle hands on her shoulders and eased her closer to him. “What could my beautiful Doo-nie possibly fear?” he whispered, turning her heart into a war machine in her chest.

“It’s… childish… nothings.”

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