Page 71 of Lyric Squared

“Stand the fuck up, Lyric.” His raspiness was captivating.

His large hand wrapped around the center of his log, and he began massaging it slowly with eyes still on me. Unfortunately, my gaze had drifted and his lovely piece was now the center of my attention. As he stroked his dick and closed the small gap between us, my pussy began to cream. Cum oozed from the tiny hole at the very tip of his tool, hitting the floor and going to waste. There was a place for that and it wasn’t the floor. It was inside of me, whether in my mouth or buried deep in my tunnel, I didn’t mind.

“This shit ridiculous,” Keanu fussed, looking down at the mess he’d made.

“You’re making a mess.” A smile crossed my face.

“This is your fault, Lyric. Shit, I can’t stop cumming,” he groaned, still stroking his dick as cum continued to ooze from it.

“You’re wasting my nutrients. Put it inside of me.”

“Bend that shit over,” he instructed.

I did and held onto the island for stability. I’d be needing it.

When Keanu slid into me, it was as if our universes aligned. The openness and vulnerability that I’d felt moments earlier returned. I was naked again, and not just physically. Bare. Uncovered.

I could feel our souls tie. Slowly, intensely, Keanu thrusted his hips and stroked me from behind. His arms dipped beneath mine and grabbed both of my breasts. He lifted me up until I was standing, almost completely erect.

My hands landed on top of his as I tilted my head so that his could fall down onto my shoulder. His strokes were so precise. All that could be heard throughout the space was both of our gratifying whimpers and the sound of my wetness.

Keanu had entered me with semen pouring from him, but I couldn’t help but be a bit greedy. I wanted more. I deserved more. My greed led me to request it, shamelessly.

“Cum inside of me.”

“You want this shit inside of you?”

“Yes. Please.”

“You want to have my babies?” he asked.

“Yes!” I bellowed as he picked up the pace, separating us and forcing me to bend over again. His strokes intensified. The smacking sound our bodies made sent me on a thrill of my own.

“You feel so good,” he breathed. “Too fucking good.”

“Cum inside of me,” I begged, not interested in the consequences of my actions.

“Be mine,” he requested.

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I admitted, wholeheartedly. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m… I’m yours,” Keanu confirmed as he fell onto my back, attempting to catch his breath. “Fuck!”

NINE

For two days straight,I locked Lyric up in my home for us to fuck, fuss, listen, and love one each other. Undoubtedly, it was the best two days of my life. Getting to know Lyric on a more intimate level was a treat, one that I’d always known existed but never imagined discovering.

Together we cooked, cleaned, slept, and showered. I didn’t know a damn thing about cooking full dinner proportions or deep cleaning your home. But watching Lyric add her feminine touch to the home that I already thought was immaculate solidified my belief that she belonged there. She made everything so much better.

Before going away, I’d spent almost a year and a half in my house, getting acquainted with the new space. I actually thoughtI had finally transitioned it into the home I’d craved for so many years. However, Lyric’s presence put that thought to shame. It was her. She made my house feel like home.

I’d awaken to her two mornings in a row, feeling like the king of my castle. Prior to, I felt like a simple man who’d awaken up to tackle another day. The two nights that I laid down in bed with her, in preparation for a good night’s rest, I slept like a bump on a log. I slept so hard and so good that the only things that woke me was the smell of her cooking breakfast and the feeling of her lips wrapped around my dick.

She didn’t play fair. Lyric weaponized her pussy and the shit was lethal. I made a mental note to watch myself with her in the near future. She’d use her pussy to get anything and everything she wanted out of me and if I wasn’t careful, I’d let her.