Page 39 of Lyric Squared

“Do what?” She smiled, scooping some of my cum from her stomach with a finger on her other hand and placing it into her mouth.

My shit throbbed. I didn’t understand how anyone could be so fucking pretty – and feminine, soft, and sexy andforbidden. Yet, there she was, massaging my hard dick and swallowing my cum.

“You know what the fuck I’m talking about.”

I wanted to fuck her brains out and then fuck her again until she regained her common sense, but it would have had to wait. We would have to wait. As of right now, she wasn’t ready for what I was ready for.

“This?” she asked, sliding me back into her pussy.

“Lyric,” I gritted, wishing I had the strength to pull out but I didn’t.

“Hm?” Innocently, with those big, button eyes that I loved, she quizzed.

“Why the fuck you do that?” I grilled her as I grabbed her waist and began my assault on her pussy. “There’s still cum on my dick.”

“Hmmmmmm.” Ignoring me, she closed her eyes and tucked her bottom lip into her mouth. I didn’t recall her ever being as defiant as she was tonight, and I hated her for that shit. She knew as well as I did that I wouldn’t have the strength to pull out of her like I’d done before.

“Shit. This shit too fucking wet.”

One that could definitely go round for round, cumming back-to-back, and still be able to get my dick hard, I knew that it wouldn’t be the case for Lyric. The way she was gripping me with her pussy muscles and trying to extract my nut from me, again, I wouldn’t last more than three rounds with her at best.

Removing my hands from her waist, I stroked Lyric long and deep for all the times she wished I was. For all the times she’d imagined I would. For all the times she craved me. For all the marks on her calendar she’d made for me. For all the years we kept each other waiting. For all the times she wondered if the feelings were mutual. For every time she checked her computer hoping I’d responded to her message. For all the turmoil I’d caused her by not. For our past, present and future, I stroked her.

“Ooooooh God.”

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as I placed my palms on the back of her thighs and pushed them forward. I wanted to feel her guts. There wasn’t a centimeter of dick that I didn’t want her to have. She deserved all of it and I was going to see to it that she got it.

Her pretty feet dangled in the air, feeling me with desires I’d never felt before. I leaned over, spread my lips, and sucked her big toe into my mouth. Her skin was tasteless, but somehow it satisfied my tastebuds.

“Keeeeaaaaaannnuuuuu!”

The sound of our connection smacked the air. Each thrust making a unique landing and sticking slightly due to her pussy leaking all over my dick and thighs.

Bhat.

Bhat.

Bhat.

Bhat.

“Fuck.” I felt my knees weaken as my nut rose from my sack.

Bhat.

Bhat.

Bhat.

“Shit.” It surfaced, slowly climbing up my shaft.

“I’m cumming!”

Bhat.

Bhat.

Bhat.