Page 70 of Lyric Squared

“You good?” he asked, chuckling in the process.

“Shut up. I’d rather you not say anything to me,” I confessed, rolling my eyes.

He’d done me dirty. The level of vulnerability that he’d unlocked with whatever combination he’d managed was my issue. I felt bare. Unveiled. Exposed. Uncovered.

Can you see right through me?I wondered. It felt as if he could and I hadn’t been in such a position in… never. I’d never been here. The terrain was new and it was frightening, forcing me to attempt to put a guard up that I wasn’t even equipped with. I was bare. Physically, emotionally, mentally, sexually. I’d been stripped.

I felt his hand around my neck and his tongue on the side of my face. Like the animal he was, he licked me from my lower jawline to my left brow. The moan that erupted couldn’t be suppressed.

“Keanu.”

The hand that was once around my neck, he placed on my chin and forced my eyes in his direction. My mouth hung, waiting and ready for whatever words he was hesitant to give me. I was hungry for them, hungry for him.

There was no doubt in my mind that I wanted him and all to myself. I craved his existence. I couldn’t wait to fall so dangerously in love with him that the thought of us not being pained me to my core. The type of love that I felt was brewing between us couldn’t be matched. One that would go down in Eisenberg history as either my greatest victory or my legendary demise.

Spahhh!

In my mouth, on my face, and on my neck, his spit flew. My deadened pussy alived, again.

“Ummmm.” Swallowing the tasteless saliva, I smiled.

“You shut the fuck up. I’d rather you use them lips to suck my dick than talk shit.”

My knees bent forward as I lowered my knacked body onto the ground. The black sweats that he wore, I pulled down along with me. His briefs followed the leader. Keanu didn’t have to tell me twice.

“Ummmmm hmmmm,” I dragged, watching as his dick sprang from its holding cell and into the air.

Keanu’s long, thick fingers wrapped around his dick, massaging the tip as he looked down at me. When his hand slid to the base of his dick and he began swatting the air with it, I moved closer so that I wasn’t left out of the equation. His meatiness slammed against the side of my face.

Once.

Twice.

Three times, he slapped his dick across my cheek. I could feel every ridge, every vein, and every groove. It was perfect, just like him.

“Open your fucking mouth,” he demanded.

I’d waited for this moment for so long. Now that it was finally here, I couldn’t contain myself. I looked into Keanu’s dark eyes with my bright, brown ones as he grabbed my hair and forced me to. He sat his long, thick and extremely black dick on my tongue, making my wildest dream come to fruition.

Unable to conceal my deepest desire, I slapped his hand away from the back of my head and shoved his dick down my throat as far as it would go. Not even the pricking of my eyes or the pool of saliva that formed in my mouth could stop me from trying my hardest to fit every inch. When I couldn’t take any more of him, I gagged. Keanu was forced from my throat as was the trail of slob that followed him out of my mouth, but still connected us as it dangled from the tip of his dick to the tip of my tongue.

As I tried my hardest to catch my breath, I felt him fill me, again. He showed no mercy on me, drawing snot from my nose as he reached the back of my throat again. In and out, Keanu fucked my mouth as if he was trying to make it cum.

“Is it everything you imagined? Big, black, and down your fucking throat?”

He didn’t expect me to answer. Couldn’t be expecting me to answer. Not with his pole shoved into my mouth, nearly blocking my airway completely. My only focus was breathing, keeping the snot from my nose from running down his dick, and keeping the tears that began to fall from my eyes to a minimum.

My pussy was soaking wet. I could feel the sliminess as I clenched my walls with each thrust of Keanu’s hips. I couldn’t wait until he was inside of me, fucking me just as he was fucking my mouth. Just like I wanted his semen down my throat, I wanted it smeared across my walls. I didn’t have to wait long, either, because the second I grabbed his balls and massaged them between my fingers, his legs weakened.

“Fuck.” He shuddered.

Knowing that I had him right where I wanted him, I worked the muscles in my neck and used my other hand as reinforcement. He needed to be drained, and I wouldn’t stop until he was. He owed me this nut.

“Shit.”

His body stiffened as his legs locked. The warm fluid squirted from his dick and into my mouth as he pulled out. The remainder landed on my lips, but quickly joined the rest after my tongue swiped my lips to collect all that was left.

Keanu’s labored breathing was the loveliest sound I’d ever heard in my life. The smell of defeat lingered in the air as we both gazed into each other’s rounds. The smirk that had appeared on his face moments earlier had vanished. I sportedone much similar now. It was my turn to bask in my victory. But just like me, Keanu wasn’t having it.