Therapeutic CHAPTER 40

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  Chapter 40 Lydia POV "Get on the desk and spread your legs," she demands in a tone that leaves no room for questions. But I don't move from my knees. I still have her cock in my mouth. I feel energized, like I could suck her off again. But no way in hell am I letting her eat me out. She looks so eager, though. I didn't get to shower. I obviously smell like sweat down there. I don't think I could stand watching her go down on me like this. I grasp her cock firmly. "I want to suck you off again." She glared at me. I groan, rising to my feet. "I smell like sweat and pee," I complain. "At least let me—" "Get on the desk, Lydia. On all fours. Make sure you turn around; you know I like to eat you from behind." "And all those times I take a shower... just let me use the bathroom—" "Desk," she growls, like some primal caveman. I roll my eyes but nonetheless shimmy out of my jeans and panties...
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Therapeutic CHAPTER 37

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Chapter 37

Lydia POV

The car pulled into the garage, vanishing from sight. The tension between us skyrocketed, and before I could climb out, Zayn roughly yanked me toward her side. I straddled her lap on the seat, our tongues clashing fiercely. With one hand, she pulled the car door open; with the other, she gripped my waist.

She stepped out, and I wrapped my legs tightly around her upper torso. I felt her walking, but she paused at the step leading to the house door.

Her free hand slid to my stomach as she quickly unbuckled her belt. "Can you do something for me, Lydia?" she asked, her voice a panting breath. The kiss had left us both breathless, but my neck arched like a turtle snapping for more of her lips.

"Mhmm..." I hummed.

"Good girl," she whispered, lowering me—not to my feet, but to my knees. Both her hands now worked to free herself, undoing her belt and opening her pants fully.

I knew exactly what she wanted as I peered up at her innocently. Her eyes darkened like a storm sweeping over earthy depths. "Don't look at me like that... fuck," she grunted, slipping her thick cock free.

"How am I looking at you?" I asked, grasping it softly. It throbbed like an irregular heartbeat.

"Like that, Lydia."

"But I'm happy to do this for you." I whispered, my gaze dropping back to her cock. I wanted to suck it now, that eagerness to please her making the space between my legs drenched.

"I taught you, but I didn't get a little test run. Shall we put it to the test?"

I nodded innocently, focusing entirely on her cock.

"Damn, you're such a good girl, remembering everything I taught—Oh fuck, Lydia," she moaned deeply from her throat as I began rubbing it up and down slowly. My other hand moved to her balls, drawing out another string of curses.

"Just like that...play with it, tease it."

I nodded, inching closer to place wet kisses from the tip down to her balls.

I heard the door jerk, her entire weight slamming into it. Pride swelled in me seeing her face twist in delicious pleasure.

From her balls, I licked up to the tip. When I flicked my tongue into it, she bellowed out the Lord's name, her eyes squeezing shut.

I pulled away slightly. "Zayn?"

"Mhmm?"

"Eyes on me," I smirked. Her watery eyes snapped open, her face stripped of emotion—though I knew her moans and curses meant she was lost in ecstasy. As I leaned forward to take her cock in, my hair fell forward.

"Do you have any elastic bands?"

Her head cocked in confusion, but her hand reached for my face, where two rubber bands were tucked. I pulled them off and secured my hair. "It's supposed to be clean, yet messy."

Her mouth opened to respond, but I took a quarter of her cock into my mouth.

"Oh fuck... you're such a good girl."

I loved when she called me a good girl; it always made me feel valued, but here it drove me to swallow her cock without letting my teeth graze the base. Tears streamed from her eyes, and she quickly wiped them away. I slid her cock out and ran my tongue at a snail's pace over its entire length. Then I sank it down my throat again.

"Fuckin' good girl you are. You're taking my fucking—" She gasped in shock as I paused at the tip and sucked hard.

"Oh," she muttered meekly.

"Are you gonna fuck my throat or what?" I asked groggily, my eyes locked on her face.

She straightened her back, a smirk curling her lips. I yelped in shock as she grabbed the back of my neck.

"Open," she commanded coldly.

My mouth slid open slowly, and her cock thrust in roughly. I gagged, strings of saliva bubbling up and splattering onto her shaft, with only a bit dripping down my chin.

Her hand shifted from the back of my neck to gripping my cheeks tightly, clamping them together as she moved her cock at a deliberate pace. Each thrust had the tip brushing my throat.

My eyes rolled back, and I grew even hornier.

"Beauti—fucking—full," she grunted loudly. "Just fuckkk!"

My eyes flew wide open when I felt her hot cream splash against the back of my throat. She pushed me off, her body slamming back against the door. "You're such... such a good fucking thing!" she shouted, followed by a loud laugh. Her eyes rolled up to the ceiling. "I think I saw heaven? Or hell—it doesn't matter, that... that was amazing." She looked down at me now. "Just look at you, you look like a mess and it's fuckin' beautiful." She kept ranting.

I couldn't help but smile. I felt more worthy than I ever had with Bishop.

She pointed at me. "You're one beautiful thing." She panted. "It's your turn," she smirked.


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