Page 21 of Nidev and Lyric

He took soft hold of her face now, staring at her mouth. “Yet you’re sure they meant the opposite. Why?”

She wanted to remove his hands, but she needed hers to hide the problem they were discussing.

“I will not force you to show me your breasts,” he announced with a matter-of-fact edge that didn’t help.

“That… technically wasn’t a threat but it kind of feels like one.”

“Do youwantme to force you?”

She covered herself even more, eyeing him, seriously considering the option. “Would be like ripping off a band-aid,” she reasoned quietly. “Present the two ugly stepchildren you’re getting stuck with and be done with it.”

He suddenly threw his head back with a big, booming laugh that startled her. She’d never heard him do that. Or seen it. And didn’t have a clue how exactly to feel about it. A myriad of reactions presented themselves, none of them sticking.

He finally stopped and pulled her mouth to his, kissing her with a hunger. “My Doo-nie, I won’t force such a thing. Unless you tell me to.”

“Tell you to what?”

“To force you.”

She eyed him, back to fighting panic.

“MyGod,” he suddenly laughed. “I’m going to find a way to kill George and get away with it,” he assured.

“You’re not helping!” she cried. “And the more of a big deal you make the harder this is getting!”

He put both hands on his chest with astonished chuckles. “Me?”

“I mean… making such a big deal toseethem.”

He slowly angled a look at her as if considering something. “No,” he said with a hard finality. “I have many obsessive plans with your breasts. They are my prized possessions now.”

“You haven’t even seen them!” she quietly pled. “You need to leave room for… less than.”

He suddenly lifted her by the waist and turned, sitting her on the vanity. “I’ll wait until you’re ready.” He crossed his arms and closed his eyes. “Tell me when.”

“That’sworse!” she gasped.

“It’s the exact extent of my mercy,” he said. “But I’m patient. Take as long as you like.”

Her jaw dropped at that. “You’re serious?”

“Sovery.”

She closed her eyes and looked down at her boobs, readjusting her forearms so the exposed parts weren’t unevenly deformed. She should’ve just shown her damn boobs from jump. Now it was so much worse.Just do it and get this over with. There was a possibility he might actually like them. Hehadpicked her for this when she considered herself so far out of his league. He may have picked her for that very reason. She was the least risk. Easy to use and discard.

For fuck’s sake, show your stupid dumb tits!

She lowered her arms and grabbed hold of the vanity ledge in a death grip. Straightening her back, she slightly arched it, tightening and lifting her boobs as best she could. Then she clenched her eyes shut, her breaths blasting from her.

“When!” she shot out.

After three painful seconds, he whispered, “Glorious mother of allfucks.” Each word was hot, hard, and filled witha lethal hunger that both terrified and electrified her. Hope peeked its head out as her pulse walloped her eardrums.

She gasped when his mouth covered her left breast with a hard, greedy suck then moved to do the same to the other. The sound of his hunger brought a hot desire that blew right through her fears, arching her back even more as she fought to give herself. His desire gained momentum, a growl in his chest as he used his teeth on the tall peaks he’d created. His fist suddenly bit in her hair as his mouth stormed hers with the same aggression, his other hand on her entire throat, the possessive hold literally melting her bones.

“Yourtitsare so far beyond my wildest dreams,” he seethed right in her mouth, his tongue stabbing again. “Don’t youeverhide them again. I’m going topunishyou fornotknowing how perfect andnastythey are.” He gripped both breasts and squeezed so tight before devouring her nipples again. “I’m going to jack off between this heaven while you lick and suck your King’s crown. Then I’m going to cover them with every drop of my cum.”

He fought and yanked on the button of her jeans as he drowned her with a passionate kiss. Godhewas the perfect one. She finally escaped her denim prison, so happy that the lower half of her body passed even her own judgmental standards.

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