Page 35 of Dancing With Death

Unsure of what else I can do to convince him, I throw myself into his arms. He drops his bag as he struggles underneath my unexpected weight.

I wrap my legs around his hips as his hands rest on my ass to keep me from hitting the floor. My arms snake around his neck, and I press my lips to his.

He freezes, and I wonder if I made this a million times worse.

But then he’s returning my kiss with a groan. One of his hands slides up my back and wraps in my hair as he staggers backward. I gasp when he drops into his chair, but when he tries to break the kiss, I’m having none of it.

I planned to wear a pair of my preferred leather pants today, but Wraith was having none of it. He told me I could keep wearing the uniform. When I tried to argue with him since I’m no longer a student, he admitted that he just liked the way it looked on me. Really, he meant the skirt, so I relented, and I’m wearing it with a tank top.

I’m also not wearing panties since they were stripped from me at lunchtime when all three of my men took turns fucking me. Like I said, it was an excellent lunch.

Nex notices my lack of panties as I grind down on his hard cock.

“Where the hell are your panties?” he asks as he flips up my skirt, staring at my bare pussy as I continue to rock my hips.

I shrug. “Wraith ripped them off me when I had lunch with them. All three of my mates fucked me after we finished eating. Luckily, they let me clean up, otherwise I would’ve been leaking their cum down my leg during your class.”

Nex growls, his power washing over me.

“Holy shit,” I squeak as it sends me straight over the edge. I continue to ride his lap, a second orgasm already building. “What was that?”

“That,” he says with a smirk, “was my magic. I don’t even have to touch you to bring you pleasure.”

I cry out when his hands close around my hips and lift me. I fight his hold as he sets me on the desk and releases me before lifting my skirt once more.

“I need to taste you.”

Oh.

“Please, Nex,” I beg, lifting my legs to the arms of his chair and spreading myself open for him.

“What a pretty pink pussy,” he murmurs, ducking his head and running his tongue along my slit. “Fuck. You taste amazing.”

Then he buries his head between my legs, fucking me on his tongue. I lean back until I’m lying down on the desk, moaning as his tongue seems to grow larger.

“Ummmm…” I start, but Nex doesn’t stop what he’s doing as his fingers find my clit.

I forget everything but the orgasm barreling down on me as his powers dance over my skin.

I come hard.

He’s not allowing me much of a chance to recover as he works me up again.

I feel like I’m being fucked by a thick cock, but when I glance down, I see it’s still his tongue buried inside of me. I don’t really understand how that’s possible, but I don’t say anything because I’m afraid he’ll stop.

My hips roll as I fuck myself on his tongue, ready to come again, and Nex seems more than happy to help me do just that.

This time, I scream out his name as I come.

The door flies open at the same time, and Nex pushes away from me.

“Nex,” I beg, reaching for him, but he’s already shaking his head.

“We can’t do this. We just can’t.” He grabs his bag off the floor as I sit up. My eyes find Brenden as Nex hurries past him.

“I’m sorry, firecracker. I heard you coming, and I just needed to see you.” Brenden glances over his shoulder, watching as Nex ducks out the door. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

I scoff. “You absolutely meant to interrupt, Brenden, but I know you weren’t trying to send Nex running. Next time, maybe don’t ignore that the door is locked?”

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