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She moved her hips to the tempo I had created between her legs as she spoke, perfectly in tune with me, letting me lead. My chest swelled with pride. She was perfect in so many fucking ways.

“The biggest mistake you can make is to assume that every man is the same,” she said, closing her eyes as I rubbed harder. “All cocks are not created equally. And not every man wants his cock sucked the same way.”

“Is that so?” Bash muttered.

“Uh-huh, some might just want you to work the tip, using your tongue to tease the sensitive underside, and only want you to take them all the way into your mouth the closer they get. Others may want the opposite, long, sucking strokes, hitting the back…”

Her eyes fluttered beneath her closed lids as I brought her closer.

“Every man is different. As long as you have knowledge and intuition, you can adjust and enhance the experience for him,” she said, rubbing herself against my fingers.

“And how would you know if he wants you to graze him with your teeth, tiny tot?” Sebastian asked.

She straightened up, going shy, earning a slap from me when she pulled her legs together. I moved them open once more. “Answer,” I told her, kissing her gently on the neck.

“You need to pay attention. Most men will tell you exactly what they want, usually with words. Just make sure he isn’t frantic with need if you try it. Start very gentle. Does that sufficiently answer the question of how I would use my knowledge to enhance the experience?” she asked, practically panting. She was so aroused.

“I’m quite satisfied with your answer. Now Nik can see to yours.”

“Yes, Sir, I’d like that very much.” She looked into my eyes and moaned loudly. I went to disconnect the call, and she said, “No, please don’t stop.” She threw her head back.

“Bash is watching. Let me disconnect.”

“No, don’t. He can’t see anything. I need you. Please, it’s everything right now.”

Chapter 42

Nikolai

Closet Exhibitionist

Marcel said to give her a chance to call the shots. Did I have a little closet exhibitionist on my hands here?Only one way to find out. I pulled my fingers away from her clit, and she cried out. I stood her up, and she stumbled a little before I steadied her.

“I want to take your panties off so I can have better access to my sweet baby girl’s pussy. Hold your skirt up for me,” I told her, and she yanked it up.

“Well now,” Sebastian exclaimed.

She turned to look at the screen and grinned.So I was right. She enjoyed having him watch—my dirty little girl.

I put my hands under her skirt toward the back of her panties, and instead of pulling them down, I pulled them up between her sweet ass cheeks. She whipped her head back around.

She moaned, and the minute I put my hand on the top of her panties in front, she spread her legs wide. I pulled and twisted up. The material rubbing between her dripping wet pussy lips soaked up her juices. She started sliding her hips back and forth, allowing the friction to stimulate her clit.

She grabbed her braids and pulled on them as she arched her back, and I growled. She was so fucking beautiful in her little skirt and knee-highs. I wanted to throw her down on the floor and sink my throbbing cock inside her tight hole.

“I need to see your pretty titties. Take your shirt off.”

“Yes, Sir.” She reached for the hem of her top, taking it off, never letting her eyes fall from mine.

She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Then the little shit teased the straps down her arms. A shy grin formed on her lips as she looked over at Sebastian and removed her bra. She cupped her breasts, hiding them.

I reached under her skirt and yanked her underwear up hard. She cried out, but her center of balance was so good that she just eased up onto her toes.

I about lost it. “Move your hands.” I waited. “Good girl. Your panties are so wet. I think I’ll take them off now. Would you like that?”

“They feel so good like this, though.” She moved her hips faster against the pressure.

“But don’t you want my hands on you?” I asked. Her arousal permeated my office.

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