Page 141 of Lyric Squared

My head fell back onto the headboard. My toes curled to the point of pain. I squeezed my ass cheeks together, hoping to relieve the pressure that was mounting in my sack, promising to push my semen up my shaft and into her awaiting oasis.

Up.

Down.

I placed my hand around her neck.

Up.

Down.

I brought her face to mine.

Up.

Down.

I shoved my tongue down her throat.

Up.

Down.

I twirled it around her mouth.

Up.

Down.

I pulled back, breathlessly.

Up.

Down.

I began drilling into Lyric from beneath.

“Oh God.”

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I grunted.

“Yes, baby.”

In.

Out.

“Baby–” she cried.

“I’m right here. Always right here.”

In.

Out.

I could feel my nut rising.

Her engorged breasts freed themselves from her gown.