Page 40 of Lyric Squared

“KEANU.”

Pulling my dick from Lyric’s pussy, I plopped it on her vulva and watched as it spit up. This time, my semen oozed out and onto her skin. As she came down off her high, she reached down until her fingertips touched the cum on the upper portion of her pussy. She rubbed it around and around until there was a nice amount of it on her fingers. I waited, patiently, for her to stick them in her mouth, but she instead inserted them into her canal. When they reappeared, most of my creaminess was gone. With what remained, she used to lubricate her clit as she rubbed it in circles.

I lost it. Lost all sense of control.Because, why? Why are you so fucking reckless?I wanted to know.

Desperate to get back inside of Lyric’s warmth, I slid in again. Third time’s a charm. I watched intently as she played with her pussy as I stroked it, doubling her pleasure. The distorted look on her face let me know that she was mounting swiftly. I wasn’t far behind.

“I’m going to cum. I’m goin–” she howled as her broken levee forced me out of her.

Grabbing my dick, I massaged it with the help of her pussy’s saliva and watched as the gates opened, and she flooded the sheets beneath her. The sound of her personal sprinkler was music to my ears.

“Ahhhhh. Fuck. Ahhhhhh. Ahhhhh!” she screamed as she squirted all over the bed, my stomach, my chest, and my dick. “Ahhhh fuck.”

She bounced off the bed until her flow discontinued. Obviously exhausted, she tried catching her breath. Not giving her much of a chance, I slid back into her slipperiness where I planted my seeds in her garden.

“Fuck!” My body jerked as I unloaded inside of her, not giving two fucks about the consequences of my actions or hers at this point.

I pulled back, ejecting myself slowly while watching her pussy convulse. The internal heartbeat was my favorite to watch. It had served its purpose and pulled every drip of nut from me. I didn’t have anything else to give.

“Ummmm,” Lyric groaned.

Still watching her pussy jerk every few seconds, I held my dick in my hands. It was finally bowing out gracefully, until I witnessed the semen I’d just stuffed inside of Lyric sliding out and onto the bed.

“Stop,” I demanded

Lyric knew exactly what she was doing. Disobeying my orders again, she continued to push my semen from her walls as I watched – unable to look away.

“You don’t fucking listen,” I told her.

“Then make me,” she challenged.

I pulled Lyric from the bed and bent her over it. Mushing her face in the cum that she’d just gotten on the bed, I used my left hand to keep her head in place. With my right, I slapped her ass so hard that it immediately bruised. This time, I wouldn’t be so lenient. This time, she’d be begging me to cut her loose but I wouldn’t.

I slid into Lyric for the fourth and final time, hitting rock bottom in no time. She was in such a fragile state that she couldonly whimper silently from the deadly strokes I was hitting her with. Her legs were like noodles and the only thing holding her up was my right hand. She’d bitten off much more than she could chew.

“Maybe next time you’ll shut the fuck up and listen,” I advised, feeling my nut rise as she placed her hand on my stomach in an attempt to keep me from stuffing every inch of me inside of her. I slapped it away.

“This what you wanted, so take this dick.”

FOUR

As I openedmy eyes in the blackness, doom consumed me. Regret crippled me and all that was left to do was stare into the darkness. Nothing made sense at the moment.

Keanu rested peacefully beside me while I laid silently in an uproar. My naked body clung to the sheet as my temperature rose and panic began to sit in. How my night had ended with Keanu’s semen swimming inside of me when it had started with Collin, I had no idea.

What have I done? I asked myself, afraid to move a muscle. This wasn’t just anyone laying beside me. It was Ken, my childhood friend and both of my brothers’ best friend. If either of them ever discovered the night of passion that we’d just had,we’d be toast. While Keanu probably didn’t give a damn, I cared. I cared a fucking lot. Too much, probably.

I glanced at the digital clock on the wall noting that it was 4:30 a.m. Time had flown. It felt like an hour ago when Keanu and I were showering and using all our strength to climb in bed. It was a task. A very difficult task because we were both beyond exhausted and drained from the multiple orgasms we’d had.

The way that he could cum and still keep going had blown my mind completely and kept me aroused far beyond my limit. That’s why my pussy was still throbbing after what I’d endured the final and fourth round. He was a machine, one that I’d love to ride every chance I got but it wasn’t that simple.

In fact, it would never be that simple. As good as his dick was, it would be a problem – one that I hadn’t fully considered before sending him a message three months ago. Yet, as I lay beside him, it was all I could think about.

Oh, Luca. I’d let him down, again.

Laike. I cringed at the thought of disappointing him.

I can’t. I finalized quickly.I can’t break their hearts. I wouldn’t. Neither of them deserved any more grief from my poor decisions when it came to love. I’d caused my family enough pain. I needed a way out, and I needed some retail therapy. It was going to take the best holy oil and a lot of trips to the mall to get over the dick that I’d just gotten. But, I could. I had no other choice,except…