Therapeutic CHAPTER 40

 

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, grinding them down my legs.

"I'm telling you—"

My throat lets out a sharp yelp as she lifts me off the floor and places me on the desk. I slap her chest. "Don't do that again!"

"Get on all fours, Lydia. Don't you see? I cleared my desk just so I could do this."

I glance back at the desk, nothing in sight but me sprawled across it.

"Why can't we just have sex instead?" I said. I love when she eats my pussy; she knows exactly how to do it right. I just prefer she does it when I'm clean.

"I want to taste that fucking pussy. And you're stopping me from enjoying it."

"I just—"

"Get in position."

She sits down in the chair. I rotate my body on the desk, my ass facing her so closely that I can feel her hot breath ghosting over my exposed pussy. When her fingers brush the back of my thigh, my heart slams against my ribs in a single, powerful thud.

I lean down on my elbows and bravely spread my legs wider. As my head presses against the desk, I peer between the V of my thighs. She's staring back at me, her eyes laced with an intense, hungry gleam. Goosebumps rise across my skin as her fingers trail light caresses from my thighs up to my ass cheeks, teasing the sensitive flesh.

"You have such a pretty pussy," she murmured.

I watch as her thumbs reach underneath, toying with the tight wedge of my slit. I squeeze my eyes shut and push my hips back toward her, aching for more. She makes one last teasing swipe, then slams her hands down on my ass. The sharp sting jolts me upright, and I glare at her through the curve of my thighs.

"That's for keeping me away from seeing such a beauty."

"You've seen it before," I sassed back. She slaps me again, harder, and I shriek. My glare isn't enough to stop her from spanking my ass cheeks, each strike sending a mix of pain and heat blooming across my skin.

She inches the chair closer, and now her hot breath is penetrating the damp folds of my pussy. I shut my eyes again, bracing myself, waiting for her tongue to finally touch my most sensitive spot.

Despite my reluctance to open myself up to her like this, my clit throbs wildly, convulsing like it never has before. It's as if a starving hunger inside me is clawing to be fed. I part my legs a couple more inches, surrendering to the need.

"Zayn," I tremble as she takes the first taste. She groaned deeply.

Is it because she realizes I don't taste like sweat at all? Or something more? Curiosity burns through me. I snapped my eyes open, darting my gaze to see her eyes closed, her face twisted in pure relish as her tongue moves inside her mouth, savoring me.

I taste good? No fucking way!

One of her middle and index fingers parts my folds, giving her a better view of my swollen clit. She licks the circumference of her lips, glossing them with her own saliva. Then she dives her head forward—her lips wrap around my entrance, and if that wasn't enough, her tongue penetrates me, thrusting deep and swirling with expert precision.

The sensation hits me like a wave, her dominance claiming every inch as I arch against the desk, lost in the building ecstasy. I moaned as a rush of desire surges to life. It's that feeling that only ignites when she does this. I I know now Bishop would never make me feel this way.

She slowly traverses her mouth along my slit a couple of times. My mouth fell open in otherworldly shock when she takes a different route, her lips coming into contact with the rim of my ass.

I eagerly push my ass into her face. I've never taken it in my ass before, but her tongue teasing the tight muscles tempts me to tame that virgin territory and make it surrender to her, like a wild animal yielding to its master.

As if she can't get enough of me smothering her face, she jolted me back by the ankles. I squealed as my knees dangle in mid-air instead of pressing against the hard desk. She grips my glutes firmly, manipulating them to grind my cheeks against her face, burying herself deeper.

I moaned louder, realizing I'm getting far more pleasure from her tongue swiping over my ass than from my pussy. I thought the goal was to eat me out down there. But having her devour my ass like this is so much better.

To keep her from straying from this new path, I reach my hands back and hold her face in place—now my hands and ass sandwich her features, and she allows it without protest.

"Don't stop," I gasped, grinding myself up and down, back and forth. I don't know where I learned such instinctive moves, but desperation takes over, filling me with an urgent need that possesses my body, driving me to do anything for more.

"Oh my god! This feels so good," I said breathlessly. Fatigue creeps in as my body speeds up, but I can't stop, not until release crashes over me.

I weaken instantly when her fingers begin to roughly squeeze my clit. She doesn't flick it; she just keeps her fingers pressed firmly against it, and I feel my swollen nub pulsing desperately against the pressure.

"Wait!" I shouted, peering between my legs again. My feet struggle to pull away from her clamping grip.

"Wait—"

She releases my ankles and wraps her arms around my waist, tugging me impossibly closer. My feet end up draped around her torso, though the chair prevents them from locking fully.

"Let me feast, Lydia," she mumbles, her words muffled since her head doesn't budge an inch from my ass.

She starts giving tight, insistent rubs to my clit while maintaining that hard pressure. "Oh God, please stop... I mean... don't!" I screamed as my orgasm hits, sending a towering wave of ecstasy crashing through me. It makes me wiggle wildly against her face, my fingers nearly yanking strands from her scalp.

Once my hands release her hair, I slam them down on the desk, still thrusting my hips as the overwhelming high proves too intense to simply ride out.

"God damn it," I screamed, lost in the shattering bliss.

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