“You want me to fuck you now, Lyric?”
His words were like an aphrodisiac, like gas on an open fire. They were words that had her pressing her breasts against his chest harder and silently pleading for more.
“Answer me, baby.” He slipped his hands down to grip her ass, squeezing the mounds almost painfully. A moan slipped from her as he pulled her ass cheeks apart, slipped his hands down her bottom, and then curled his fingers inward, touching her pussy hole.
“Yes, I want that, want you.”
He growled. “I’m going to give it all to you.” Gripping her shoulders, he pushed her back just enough to look into her face once more.
The way he looked up and down her body told her he liked what he saw. Hell, she probably could have been wearing a burlap sack and he’d still make her feel wanted.
“You are so fucking gorgeous, baby.”
She liked the way he looked at her, liked the things he said, but she didn’t want to stand here anymore and just talk. She needed him. Lyric wanted to be beneath him, on top of him … she just wanted to be with him.
She was a little surprised to see his nipple pierced, but she loved that little piece of metal, even got more turned on because of it. His chest was free of any ink, and aside from a few tattoos around his bicep—a band of shapes and sharp edges—and even a few sparrows tattooed on his side, Landon was all golden flesh.
“We should go slow,” he said, but she was already shaking her head.
“I don’t want slow.” She didn’t want him to control himself.
Tearing her eyes away from his rippling abs and pecs, Lyric looked into his face. Shadows hid him partially, but she could still see his eyes, and what she saw in them had her reaching for him and pulling herself full against him again.
“Fuck me,” she said, feeling sexy and wanton, and the little buzz she had going on giving her nerves.
The air wasn’t cold, but her nipples hardened further, or maybe it was the way he was looking at her, like he was starving and she was the only one that could sate his hunger.
He smoothed his hand over his mouth, his gaze roaming over every exposed inch of her, making her feel even more bared than she was, and that had to be saying something since she was naked.
“Lyric…” He all but groaned her name.
She was pressed right to him, his cock long and hard, thick and pre-cum smoothing over her exposed belly. He kissed her like he owned her, like he wanted to make sure she knew exactly who he was, and what he was going to do to her.
He wrapped one arm around her waist and slipped his other hand through her hair, tilting her head back again so her throat was bared. “I’m done with this fucking foreplay.”
She nodded, because speaking seemed too hard. He moved them backward until the bed hit the back of her legs. Then they were falling onto the mattress, and his big body was pressing her down, making her feel wholly feminine.
He pressed open-mouthed kisses along the column of her throat, over her collarbones, and then moved back to her mouth to fuck her there. The sheets felt cold against her overheated flesh, but they soon warmed, soon grew moist from her perspiration.
Lyric spread her thighs wide so Landon could fit between them, so she could feel his cock right where she needed him. An involuntary gasp left her when his dick pressed against her slick folds, the base of him rubbing along her clit.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned against her mouth, but then broke the kiss and went back to her breasts. Her nipples tingled from the close proximity. “You’re so fucking wet for me, you’re soaking my dick.”
“I need you inside of me.”
He groaned. “Goddamn, baby.” He was off her in the next moment, and she watched him grab a condom out of his pants and quickly sheath himself with the latex.
Maybe watching him put on the condom shouldn’t have been arousing, but it was, especially as she saw all those hard inches being covered, about to thrust into her.
“Fuck me, Landon.” She moaned, arched her chest, and spread her thighs wider.
“Holy fucking shit, baby. I’ve never been this hard before.” He took a step toward her. “You want this shoved deep inside of you, stretching that tight little pussy of yours?” he asked, emphasizing what he was talking about by grabbing the thick root of his shaft.
She nodded.
“I want to hear you say it, Lyric.”
He has to be a sadist.
“Ask me for my mouth on your sweet pussy, for my cock in your cunt.”
His words were dirty, filthy, but they fueled her on, and she found herself lifting her hips and begging for just that.