“Yes, Landon, I want that so badly.”
He was on the bed and between her thighs only seconds later. He had his hands on her inner thighs, spreading her for him, his warm breath puffing along her exposed pussy.
“Please, Landon, no more teasing. Touch me already.”
She loved when he groaned, the noise vibrating throughout her whole body, centering right on her clit. He licked her from the opening of her pussy to the nub at the top of her mound then slid back down again.
He repeated this action until she squirmed beneath him, her climax approaching swiftly.
“God, Landon. I’m so close.” In a move so quick it cut her off, Landon had her clit in his mouth and a finger inside of her body. He sucked hard and fast on the engorged bud, finger-fucked her until she was gasping for air and stars danced in front of her vision.
He added a second finger, and the stretch of the penetration from those two digits had her exploding for him.
Ecstasy washed through her, stealing her breath, her pulse, even her sanity. But Landon didn’t stop. He continued to bring her to the height of pleasure until she was ultrasensitive and begging him. Legs shaking, heart racing, and sweat beading her brow, Lyric finally felt him move up her body.
He kissed and licked at her belly, over her breasts, and then sealed his mouth right on hers.
She tasted herself on his lips, a musky but sweet flavor that had her moaning into his mouth. Lyric gripped his hair and opened her mouth wider, and sucked on his tongue. The intense, masculine sensation moving through her created this plethora of flavors that burst along her tongue.
As she lifted her hips and grinding her pussy on his cock, anticipation and nervousness slammed into her when he reached between their bodies and placed the tip of himself at her entrance.
She was ready for this, so ready she could feel it claim every part of her. Lyric couldn’t even say she was drunk and that’s what fueled her actions.
She might be buzzed, but she knew exactly what she was doing, and who was here with her.
“I’m not even in you yet and you already feel so fucking incredible,” he said the muffled, harsh words against her mouth.
Lyric grabbed his bulging biceps, dug her nails into his skin until he hissed, and tried to slide down on his length.
Landon ran his lips along hers in a slow, sexual glide. “Put your legs around my waist.”
She did as he asked, and gasped as they pressed even closer together, the tip of his big dick getting lodged inside of her body.
Holding his gaze with hers, his hands on either side of her head, bracing his big body over hers, Landon started pushing into her inch after agonizingly slow inch.
The thick head of his shaft stretched her opening, made this wicked burn travel throughout her entire body.
He worked himself in and out, only penetrating her with the tip, maybe easing her into the feel of being stretched by the wide head of his cock, or maybe because he liked prolonging this.
“Relax for me, baby.”
She relaxed, not realizing how tense she’d grown. He pulled out until the tip was almost all the way out of her, and then in one swift, consuming move, he buried all of his thick inches into her pussy. Searing, white-hot pain and pleasure had her crying out.
“Fuck yeah, baby.” He said those words over and over, his eyes closed now, his jaw locked tight. Her inner muscles clenched around him of their own accord, causing deep, whisper-like moans and curses to come from him.
That intense stretching soon faded as the pleasure took its place. She smoothed her hands down his back, feeling his muscles clench and tense beneath her fingertips.
He had his eyes open again, had his forearms straight right beside her temples, and looked down at where he was buried inside of her. His face was a mask of dark eroticism.
Never taking his eyes off of her pussy, he started moving in and out of her, slow at first but gradually picking up speed. The sounds that came from him were animal-like, but then again she was not exactly being quiet either.
The pleasure turned to something darker, more carnal, and before she knew it she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, needing him as deep as he could go, wanting her pussy filled all the way. The ecstasy stole her breath, had her lips parted, and trying to get air into her lungs seemed almost impossible.
Perspiration covered his face and chest. Lyric let her gaze travel down to his lower stomach, and felt her arousal grow tenfold at the way the muscles of his abdomen contracted in stark clarity, his six-pack so pronounced she knew she could have gotten off on that sight alone.