Page 47 of Nidev and Lyric

Both hands moved slowly and firmly over her back and sides. “Feel it,” he instructed with a whisper, his fingers easing onto her shoulder and slowly tightening. His other hand sank into her curls. “Feel me own every bit of you.”

Her heart slammed her chest as she felt something in him building. She could only gasp and whimper, fighting back her fears.

“Tell me,” he whispered, the hand on her shoulder suddenly loosening, gliding down her arm with a precise gentleness. “Tell me you want it.”

His head pulsed with the order, bringing a wave of pain and pleasure. He found her hand and moved it to her pussy, making her touch it. “Get it hot.”

He shadowed her motions with a low groan of filthy approval before finding her opening and sliding two fingers in her. “Tell me.”

The added fullness seized her breath and muscles as she moved her fingers slowly over her clit.

He stroked the wall of her pussy where his cock was going with a nasty groan that ate through her fears.

“I want it,” she gasped, her fingers bringing fire to her clit. “I wantyou.”

The head of his cock pulsed with his exhale, a slow gravely sound in his chest. He tightened his fingers in her hair and gently tugged her head back, sending a thrilling ripple through her as she fought to bring the pleasure higher, rubbing her clit faster.

“Your cunt is soaking my fingers.” The observation warned of a sin needing to be punished. “Youknowwhat I want, angel.”

God, she did, and she wanted to give it to him exactly the way he wanted.

He tugged her hair and pushed in another inch.

“Oh!” she panted, fighting to merge it with the pleasure.

His groans were ragged as he eased his fingers from her pussy and stroked her butt cheek, digging hard into the muscle. His hand suddenly lifted then struck with a jolting force, her scream and muscle spasm drawing his cock deeper. He spanked her again—another inch. And again, even harder—another inch.

“Motherfuck,” he grit, pausing, pulsing, breathing.

He rubbed her ass while she fought to recapture the pleasure. Oh God he was huge. She was back to trembling from the shocking feel of him there and how good it felt for him.

She breathed her way through it, embracing the sensation. Letting herselffeelthe difference. The obscenely nasty pleasure brought a terrifying thrill.

She moaned when his fingers tightened in her hair then gave another painful smack on her ass.

More stretching—more inches—more frantic panting.

While hot lust poured from his chest and brought her fingers into a swirling frenzy over her clit.

“Lyric,” he moaned, holding her hip in his hard fingers and barely moving her on him.

“Nidev,” she gasped, feeling the incredible pressure merge into the fire.

“Fuckyour Dominus,” he breathed, barely pulling his cock back.

Her body jolted with another hard spank. Then another. Each bringing him deeper.

He pushed her chest to the desk then took hold of her hips with both hands, lust wrecking his breaths. In one, slow, stroke, he went to the very bottom of her.

The steady pulse of his cock, his guttural breaths, the pleasure, the pain, it all blurred into one as she rubbed her clit until her body shook violently.

His hands flexed on her hips with the slow withdraw of his cock, every inch bringing a spasming heat in her pussy. “Oh God,” she gasped, her muscles seizing as her climax sucked her under and tore through her.

“Oh fuck,” he swore, pressing on the center of her back, his hips moving, faster and faster, twisting the orgasm into something monstrous. She clenched her eyes, her fists, her breaths when his hips hit her ass in powerful blows, jolting her against the desk, tearing her apart from the inside out.

Then his body surged with a guttural sound and pressed tight against her while their breaths filled the air, his ragged and uneven, hers wisps of frail, shredded air.

He finally slowly eased back, his fingers trembling as they trailed over her skin, her face and shoulder.

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