Chapter 3 #3
My dick was still hard, ready for another round of the thunder between her thighs, but I wasn’t.
Neither was Lyric. As much as she assumed she was, I knew she wasn’t.
The type of fucking I wanted us to do came with a lot of obligations, responsibilities, promises, communication, and energy.
If she wasn’t ready to give into that, then she wasn’t ready for the dick that I had to offer.
“Do what?” She smiled, scooping some of my cum from her stomach with a finger on her other hand and placing it into her mouth.
My shit throbbed. I didn’t understand how anyone could be so fucking pretty – and feminine, soft, and sexy and forbidden. Yet, there she was, massaging my hard dick and swallowing my cum.
“You know what the fuck I’m talking about.”
I wanted to fuck her brains out and then fuck her again until she regained her common sense, but it would have had to wait. We would have to wait. As of right now, she wasn’t ready for what I was ready for.
“This?” she asked, sliding me back into her pussy.
“Lyric,” I gritted, wishing I had the strength to pull out but I didn’t.
“Hm?” Innocently, with those big, button eyes that I loved, she quizzed.
“Why the fuck you do that?” I grilled her as I grabbed her waist and began my assault on her pussy. “There’s still cum on my dick.”
“Hmmmmmm.” Ignoring me, she closed her eyes and tucked her bottom lip into her mouth. I didn’t recall her ever being as defiant as she was tonight, and I hated her for that shit. She knew as well as I did that I wouldn’t have the strength to pull out of her like I’d done before.
“Shit. This shit too fucking wet.”
One that could definitely go round for round, cumming back-to-back, and still be able to get my dick hard, I knew that it wouldn’t be the case for Lyric.
The way she was gripping me with her pussy muscles and trying to extract my nut from me, again, I wouldn’t last more than three rounds with her at best.
Removing my hands from her waist, I stroked Lyric long and deep for all the times she wished I was.
For all the times she’d imagined I would.
For all the times she craved me. For all the marks on her calendar she’d made for me.
For all the years we kept each other waiting.
For all the times she wondered if the feelings were mutual.
For every time she checked her computer hoping I’d responded to her message.
For all the turmoil I’d caused her by not.
For our past, present and future, I stroked her.
“Ooooooh God.”
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as I placed my palms on the back of her thighs and pushed them forward. I wanted to feel her guts. There wasn’t a centimeter of dick that I didn’t want her to have. She deserved all of it and I was going to see to it that she got it.
Her pretty feet dangled in the air, feeling me with desires I’d never felt before. I leaned over, spread my lips, and sucked her big toe into my mouth. Her skin was tasteless, but somehow it satisfied my tastebuds.
“Keeeeaaaaaannnuuuuu!”
The sound of our connection smacked the air. Each thrust making a unique landing and sticking slightly due to her pussy leaking all over my dick and thighs.
Bhat.
Bhat.
Bhat.
Bhat.
“Fuck.” I felt my knees weaken as my nut rose from my sack.
Bhat.
Bhat.
Bhat.
“Shit.” It surfaced, slowly climbing up my shaft.
“I’m cumming!”
Bhat.
Bhat.
Bhat.
“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 could only 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.”