Page 44 of Nidev and Lyric

She stood before him, her breathing ragged in the silence coiling around her.

He didn’t look at her body in the way a man looked at something he desired. His gaze was assessing, dissecting. Cold.

“On your knees.”

She sank down to the cool floor, lifting her eyes to his.

He leaned against the edge of his desk, palms on either side. “Take my cock out.”

Oh God, yes. She gave a soft gasp, fumbling with his zipper, finally pulling it free. The heat of him pulsed against her skin, thick and huge, bringing a painful ache to every part of her.

“Suck it till I come.”

Her breaths shook as she wrapped her hands around the base and filled her mouth with him, moaning like something starved, at how good he tasted and felt.

His low, hot moan shot sparks in her clit, and she descended further, eager to do something that he really liked. “Did you touch yourself today, young lady?”

She gasped around his cock at hearing the teacher student term, pulling up to answer. “No, Mr. Nidev.”

His fingers sank into the curls on the top of her head, forcing her back to the job.

“Was your pussy drenched all day? Moan long for yes, short for no.”

She gave a long moan, getting more of his thick breaths when she brought the head of his cock to the back of her throat.

“You liked sucking my cock.”

His tone accused, promising punishment and she answered with a desperate, long moan, placing her hands on his thick hips, wanting to do that throat trick he’d taught her.

He answered her back with a groan that felt like a coming wrath. “You liked throating me, young lady?”

Her entire pussy clenched, and she gave her longest moan, the pleasure becoming dizzying when he held her head in both his huge hands, holding her still while gently fucking her throat.

His breaths were deep, measured, and mind-blowingly hot. “Since you didn’t understand what it means to carry me,” he said, his voice low and merciless as his cock pumped faster and faster against her throat, “…then you’ll wear me everywhere.”

His fingers clamped down in her hair and he jerked his cock from her mouth, holding her still while he came right on her, his every breath seething groans.

Lyric gasped with the spurts of hot liquid hitting all over her face, fighting to catch some on her lips and tongue.

“Time to make my naughty girl beg,” he said, yanking her to her feet by her arms. His hands gripped her head on either side with the plunge of his tongue in her mouth. His fingers smeared the cum on her skin with a hungry, nasty moan that had her panting and dizzy.

He lifted her by her thighs and turned, dropping her onto the desk and catching her gasp with his mouth. The one hand on her jaw was ruthless, the other one a biting pull in her hair. He forced her head back while he drowned her with his tongue and hot breath.

“Finger your cunt,” he ordered right in her mouth. “Let me hear howneedyyou are. How desperate.”

She shoved her finger inside herself, mewling and moaning.

He yanked her hand from her pussy and sucked the juices off her fingers with a rough growl, teeth scraping her skin, fierce gray eyes nailed on her. “My filthy student tastes like she needs to be punished.”

He shoved her legs open and put her heels on the edges of the desk. She cried out when he slid the head of his cock up and down her slit, his breaths thick and jagged as he stroked himself, pushing only the head in her opening.

“Please,” she panted, fighting to get more.

“Please,” he seethed, grunting. “Your tight cunt only gets a taste.”

“I’ll be good,” she gasped, flicking her hips.

“I know,” he said, his hand fisting her hair as he kissed her again. He kept his mouth on hers as he jack-hammered his cock in his fist, only letting the head fuck her opening.