“Lyric,” he said her name on a groan, and when he tilted his head back the tendons of his neck stood out, the strain in his body clear. “You feel so fucking good. You’re so tight and wet.” He slammed into her hard, and her eyes rolled back as ecstasy claimed her.
“Landon,” she managed to gasp out his name, crying it out like a wounded animal.
“Say my name again,” he grunted out.
“Landon, God, Landon.”
He hummed in approval, and she felt the sting of pain as he grabbed her hair, pulling her head to the side and latching his mouth onto her throat he ran his teeth along her neck, being rough, forceful.
She loved every minute of it.
Over and over he worked his cock into her, hitting a sensitive spot inside of her repeatedly, having this heat move through her. And then he slammed into her so hard she moved up an inch on the bed. The climax that claimed her was swift, body numbing.
“Yeah, Lyric.” He kept fucking her. “That’s it, baby. Come all over my dick.” He breathed harder, so hard that was all she could hear, even over the sounds of his cock slapping against her cunt. She closed her eyes as the pleasure was just too much, too intense.
“No, look at me, baby. I want to see your eyes as you get off.”
Forcing her eyes open, Lyric looked into his face, saw it morph into something almost violent in nature.
God, he’s getting off.
His orgasm started to change his expression, had his face becoming like steel, his jaw clenching tighter. He started thrusting into her even harder.
Once, twice, and on the third pump he bottomed out inside of her, the root of his dick hitting her clit. The pleasure that contorted his face was a visual orgasm all on its own.
He didn’t look away from her while he came, and all she could do was ride this out as he got off. Her inner muscles still contracted from her previous orgasm, and although she wasn’t getting off right along with him, having him deep inside of her felt so good.
When he finally stopped thrusting like a madman, he relaxed and breathed out.
He hung his head between his shoulders, his arms shaking as if it were taking his strength just to hold himself up over her. All Lyric could do was watch, stare in awe at the fact she’d just had sex with Landon, that she’d been the one to cause this reaction, this exhaustion in him.
After several more seconds of just holding himself up, he rolled off of her and lay down beside her, breathing hard.
She turned onto her side, not sure what to say, or if she should say anything at all. She took in his body as he lay there, an arm thrown over his eyes.
Sweat beaded along his hard body, and every time he exhaled his abdomen contracted, showing her the outline of his muscles.
His cock, although softening, was still so big as it rested on his thigh, the condom glossy from her juices, the tip filled with his cum.
She was about to turn onto her back again, but before she could roll over he cleared his throat, stopping her.
“Come closer, Lyric,” he said deeply. He turned his head and looked at her. She shifted over to him, and then he had his arm around her, pulling her flush with his hard, sweaty body.
She rested her head on his chest, and she listened as the swift beat of his heart slowed to a normal rhythm.
There were no words for what they had done, at least none that she could actually profess. The emotion had been tangible, clear, and it was strange how much her feelings for Landon had opened up in such a short time.
“Landon?” she said his name softly.
“Yeah, baby?” He smoothed his hand down her back, letting the tips of his fingers trail along her spine, right over her ass.
She closed her eyes, not able to stop herself from smiling at the endearment. “What does this all mean?”
He was silent for a moment, maybe too silent for her comfort. But she didn’t move from off of his chest. “What do you want this to mean?”
She hadn’t known what to expect him to say, but it wasn’t that. “What do you want it to mean?” She threw the question back at him.
He turned onto his side, and she tilted her head back to look up at him. For a second all he did was stare down at her, and she felt the heat from his gaze warming her all over again.
“I want it to mean you’re mine.” He leaned forward and kissed her softly, and she couldn’t help but moan against him. “I want it to mean no one else will have you, Lyric.”
I want that, too.