Chapter 14 #2
I insisted that Lyric lead the way as I followed. She hesitated briefly before continuing out of the door. When we finally reached the driveway, she immediately turned around toward me with a hand on her hip.
“Keanu,” she said with trembling lips, “Baby, what is this?”
She looked from me and then to the Bentley truck in the driveway that was wrapped in a tan bow.
Then, her eyes were on me again. Seeing Lyric so conflicted as to what to say or what to do because she was so full of gratitude brought me sheer joy.
I watched as she crumbled a little more before finally responding.
“Wasn’t that at the top of your list?” I asked, reminding her of the three vehicles she’d shown me after we returned from our trip.
“Yes, but I wasn’t expecting you to actually get it.”
“Well now you know… When it comes to your nigga, baby, expect the unexpected, aight?”
Nodding, Lyric ran toward me. She’d unknowingly put a little distance between us as I stayed behind to get a full view of her reaction to seeing her dream car sitting in my yard.
“Thank you so much, baby!” she screamed as she jumped into my arms and wrapped her arms around my neck. She squeezed tightly.
“You’re welcome, love,” I replied, hugging her even tighter.
From side to side, I rocked Lyric until I felt her grip loosen.
There was no doubt about it. I wanted to make her the happiest girl in the world, and I was well on my way.
Love, patience, affection, validation, and material possessions were the way to Lyric’s heart.
I’d learned her awfully quick and would do everything in my power to make sure I gave them all to her, continuously.
She slid down my legs, and we stood face-to-face. The big smile that was painted on her face was accompanied by glossy eyes. Lyric shook her head, adamant about whatever was on her mind.
“What?” I asked.
“I’m not going to cry,” she boasted.
“Well, that’s a fucking first,” I chuckled, “come on. Let’s check you out and see what you’re working with.”
By the hand, I led Lyric to her truck. I handed her the fob that was in my pocket and let her do the honors. She unlocked the doors and opened the driver’s door of her new, black Bentley truck. Lyric squealed as she hopped in the seat and began running her hand across the steering wheel.
“I can’t believe you, Keanu. How can I ever top this?”
“You don’t have to. I’d rather you spend your days topping me than trying to top the gifts I give you,” I revealed.
My dick hardened at the thought of her lips wrapped around me. She was gifted, very, when it came to sucking the cum right out of my shit. And though we’d gotten lost in one another over an hour ago, staring at her in her new truck had me ready to take another dive.
“Then, I guess I should start now,” she purred, tilting her head as she gazed back at me.
Without hesitation, Lyric fell to her knees.
She didn’t give a damn if she scuffed them in the process.
Her craving for my girth inside of her jaws was unbearable and wouldn’t be contained until she had it there.
She was a menace when it came to intimacy and me.
I loved that about her. Pulling every particle of saliva that she could muster, she spat on my hard dick before gripping it tightly.
“Shit,” I groaned, flinching as her spit lubricated my dick.
Although she couldn't get her hand around it entirely, her nails connected where her fingers wouldn’t.
Her fingers easily glided up and down my missile by way of the saliva she’d lubricated it with.
Lyric found my partially closed rounds, hers taunting me from below.
She was well aware that shit drove me crazy but she did it anyway, every fucking time.
Lyric drenched her left hand in the pool she’d made on my dick. Lowering it until she felt my balls, she began to massage them. Her eyes never faltered as she opened wide and accepted me into her mouth.
She didn’t ease into it. Never did. She wanted the whole thing and she wanted it immediately, too.
She consumed every inch of me that was possible.
It wasn’t until my head poked the back of her throat, igniting her gag reflex that Lyric pulled me from her mouth completely and allowed the slime her move had summoned to trail from my head and eventually fall onto her chest. Still, she looked me in the eyes, unfazed by nearly killing herself in an attempt to consume me at once.
I slapped the side of her cheek and gave her the praise she was begging for with those big, brown, doe eyes.
“Good fucking girl, baby. Good girl.”
“Ummmm,” Lyric savored the taste of me, humming on my dick as if it was her favorite candy bar.
“Fuck!” I grunted, feeling my nut rise.
Staring into my eyes and massaging my balls, Lyric worked every muscle in her neck. Lethal. Baby girl played no fucking games.
“Open wide. Let me see that fucking tongue,” I demanded, pulling my dick from her mouth.
When she obliged, I began stroking myself long and slowly. My nut began to seep from me and onto her tongue as the rest of me stiffened. Before I could even stop cumming, Lyric’s lips were wrapped around me again.
She sucked my soul through the tiny hole in the head of my dick. I was already trying to come up with a way to pay her ass back. I hated when she sucked me dry. Before Lyric was able to even finish her helping of my cum, I pulled her from the ground and forced her into the driver's seat.
I parted her legs, too impatient to pull down her clothes, I ripped through layer after layer until her baldness stared back at me.
What a beautiful fucking sight. The wind hit her hot ass pussy, cooling it down upon contact.
I leaned into her ride and placed a hand around her neck.
I lifted her slightly before licking her lips.
She did the same, locking me in place as she assaulted my mouth.
“I love you,” she moaned into my mouth.
“‘Til death,” I responded, pulling away from her.
I wanted her pussy on my lips, and I wasn’t talking about later. That shit had to happen now.
Still impressed with its thickness and overall plumpness, I licked my lips in admiration. She was a blessed girl. I used my hands to push her legs over after parting them completely, opening her up and exposing her to more of the crisp air.
Her pearl greeted me with a glisten. Glossed with her arousal, it displayed her true desires.
She needed everything I was about to give her – and with pleasure.
Just like the rest of her, it looked pretty fucking healthy, too, and palatable, prompting me to extend my tongue past my lips and onto her pink flesh.
“Ahhhhh.” Lyric imploded.
“Open them fucking legs… wider,” I demanded.
With eight thousand nerves on the tiny bulb, I desperately wanted to tap them all, internally and externally. But, for now, I focused on the exterior of the sensitive nub, caressing it ever so gently as Lyric squirmed beneath me.
“Oh my God, Keaaaaaanu,” she cried. “Right there.”
“Right here?” I teased, applying pressure to the spot she’d deemed as most pleasurable.
“Ummmm hmmmm,” Lyric barely responded, verbally, but nodded her up and down to confirm.
Before I was able to respond with the words that were at the tip of my tongue, the sound of tires hitting the pavement of my driveway startled me.
I looked up to find Laike’s whip pulling into my driveway.
Attempting to remain calm, I removed myself from Lyric’s personal space and forced her deeper into the truck.
“Laike,” I forced out, blood boiling and adrenaline pumping.
Lyric quickly realized what I was saying to her. She straightened herself up and quickly climbed into the back of the truck as I shut the door. Before doing so, I grabbed the key fob that she’d left on the seat.
Laike had already parked and hopped out of his vehicle by the time I was headed in his direction. With the smell of Lyric’s flesh still on my lips, I greeted her brother.
“Fuck is you doing over here?”
“Shit, you ain’t got a bitch and neither do I. I assumed we could spend the day together like the lovers we are,” Laike joked, wrapping his arm around me.
“Speak for yourself, nigga,” I told him, pulling away so that Lyric’s aroma wouldn’t alarm him.
A long and loudly, Laike whistled as he admired the Bentley truck in my driveway.
“Big shit, huh?” he asked. We stood behind the truck, both silent for a brief moment. I wanted to keep him right where he was because if he was to see the bow on the front then he’d know it wasn’t for me. It was a gift to someone else. That someone happened to be his sister.
“Something like that. Nigga, I know you planned on laying up with me all day and shit, but I’ve got moves to make. So hop your sad ass back in your ride and go find you a nice young lady to take to dinner or something. Shit, hit up Baisleigh.”
“Baisleigh ain’t fucking with me, and I’m not about to disrupt that girl’s world with my bullshit. That’s dead,” he exaggerated.