Page 39 of Nidev and Lyric

When the tremors finally passed, he pulled her up, watching the crown pop from her swollen, slick lips.

He dragged his thumb over the lower one, her shattered breaths hitting his skin as she eyed him, her gaze drunk with need for his dark lusts.

His grip in her hair didn’t loosen. He pulled her head back, looking at what he’d done to her, stroking the tremble in her jaw. “You’re not finished,” he said, lowering his hips in the chair and spreading his legs wider. He held his cock in his fist and slowly stroked, his other hand on his balls, pressing softly while he eyed her. “What do you think I want?”

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Lyric gasped and lowered with an educated, horny guess, kissing his fingers covering his balls. When he moved them, shegot her answer, holding them in her hand and kissing all over them.

He gave a wrecked groan, his eyes hot on her, every suckle and lick rewarding her with new sounds.

“My filthy angel,” he breathed, fingers sinking into her hair again, forcing her closer to his balls, his breaths now burning gravel and filth. “I want you to touch meeverywhere.” The command was thick, broken. “Learn every part of me.”

With her other hand, she stroked him beneath his balls. His sharp groan said she’d found a secret hot spot and the idea sent a wicked thrill licking through her.

“More,” he croaked, his fist moving slowly over his cock, now hard again.

Her touch turned greedy, exploring this territory she was the first to claim. She traced her fingers over every inch, avoiding that one spot, but teasing exactly next to it.

“That’s it,” he whispered, breaths hot and heavy. “Fuckingallof me.” His fingers flexed against her scalp as he watched her, studied her. “Slow.”

She stroked his ass now, holding his boiling stare while sucking his balls, pressing against the tight muscle, teasing, toying, testing, watching his lust grow with every touch.

“Suck my fucking cock while you do that,” he ordered, getting her eager mouth devouring him while pushing the tip of her finger in him.

He let go a fierce groan, forcing her head down till he reached the back of her throat. “Fucking…” His breaths staggered as she softened her lips and moved back up his cock, dragging her tongue, catching against every ridge, every cock piercing.

“Hollow your fucking cheeks,” he shot out, winded.

The second she did, he seethed, pulling her hair harder. “Angel.”

She gave a moan, and he forced her all the way down. “Fuckingthroatme.”

Her pussy quivered at the hot command and what it meant. She fought to take him deeper, swallowing around him, inch by inch, until the head of his cock nudged deeper.

A groan tore through his chest. His breaths shuddered out as he held her head tight and still. “Breathe through your nose.”

She did, her throat fluttering as she worked to hold him.

“That’s it,” he whispered, breathing deeply. “Relax, baby.”

His fingers stroked against her scalp, slow, methodical, caressing.

“Again.”

This time, she did it with more certainty, a moan filling her throat.

He exhaled, sharp. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he swore.

Her hands slid up his thighs, gripping, steadying herself.

He lifted one hand from her hair, tracing her cheek with his thumb, feeling how his cock stretched her.

“I’m going to fuck your throat now.”

She moaned around him and her gift seeped out, adding an electrical bite in his balls.

He almost lost it.

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