Page 104 of Lyric Squared

“Good fucking girl, baby. Good girl.”

“Ummmm,” Lyric savored the taste of me, humming on my dick as if it was her favorite candy bar.

“Fuck!” I grunted, feeling my nut rise.

Staring into my eyes and massaging my balls, Lyric worked every muscle in her neck. Lethal. Baby girl played no fucking games.

“Open wide. Let me see that fucking tongue,” I demanded, pulling my dick from her mouth.

When she obliged, I began stroking myself long and slowly. My nut began to seep from me and onto her tongue as the rest of me stiffened. Before I could even stop cumming, Lyric’s lips were wrapped around me again.

She sucked my soul through the tiny hole in the head of my dick. I was already trying to come up with a way to pay her ass back. I hated when she sucked me dry. Before Lyric was able to even finish her helping of my cum, I pulled her from the ground and forced her into the driver's seat.

I parted her legs, too impatient to pull down her clothes, I ripped through layer after layer until her baldness stared back at me. What a beautiful fucking sight. The wind hit her hot ass pussy, cooling it down upon contact. I leaned into her ride and placed a hand around her neck. I lifted her slightly before licking her lips. She did the same, locking me in place as she assaulted my mouth.

“I love you,” she moaned into my mouth.

“‘Til death,” I responded, pulling away from her.

I wanted her pussy on my lips, and I wasn’t talking about later. That shit had to happen now.

Still impressed with its thickness and overall plumpness, I licked my lips in admiration. She was a blessed girl. I used my hands to push her legs over after parting them completely, opening her up and exposing her to more of the crisp air.

Her pearl greeted me with a glisten. Glossed with her arousal, it displayed her true desires. She needed everything I was about to give her – and with pleasure. Just like the rest of her, it looked pretty fucking healthy, too, and palatable, prompting me to extend my tongue past my lips and onto her pink flesh.

“Ahhhhh.” Lyric imploded.

“Open them fucking legs…wider,” I demanded.

With eight thousand nerves on the tiny bulb, I desperately wanted to tap them all, internally and externally. But, for now, I focused on the exterior of the sensitive nub, caressing it ever so gently as Lyric squirmed beneath me.

“Oh my God, Keaaaaaanu,” she cried. “Right there.”

“Right here?” I teased, applying pressure to the spot she’d deemed as most pleasurable.

“Ummmm hmmmm,” Lyric barely responded, verbally, but nodded her up and down to confirm.

Before I was able to respond with the words that were at the tip of my tongue, the sound of tires hitting the pavement of my driveway startled me. I looked up to find Laike’s whip pulling into my driveway. Attempting to remain calm, I removed myself from Lyric’s personal space and forced her deeper into the truck.

“Laike,” I forced out, blood boiling and adrenaline pumping.

Lyric quickly realized what I was saying to her. She straightened herself up and quickly climbed into the back of the truck as I shut the door. Before doing so, I grabbed the key fob that she’d left on the seat.

Laike had already parked and hopped out of his vehicle by the time I was headed in his direction. With the smell of Lyric’s flesh still on my lips, I greeted her brother.

“Fuck is you doing over here?”

“Shit, you ain’t got a bitch and neither do I. I assumed we could spend the day together like the lovers we are,” Laike joked, wrapping his arm around me.

“Speak for yourself, nigga,” I told him, pulling away so that Lyric’s aroma wouldn’t alarm him.

A long and loudly, Laike whistled as he admired the Bentley truck in my driveway.

“Big shit, huh?” he asked. We stood behind the truck, both silent for a brief moment. I wanted to keep him right where hewas because if he was to see the bow on the front then he’d know it wasn’t for me. It was a gift to someone else. That someone happened to be his sister.

“Something like that. Nigga, I know you planned on laying up with me all day and shit, but I’ve got moves to make. So hop your sad ass back in your ride and go find you a nice young lady to take to dinner or something. Shit, hit up Baisleigh.”

“Baisleigh ain’t fucking with me, and I’m not about to disrupt that girl’s world with my bullshit. That’s dead,” he exaggerated.