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It was nice doing this after he fought, relaxing and comforting just to have him so close. Words didn’t need to be said, because all they had to do was look at each other and they could see, feel, hear the feelings they had.

Her relationship with Landon was strong and secure, real and true. It didn’t matter that by all purposes they were “related” due to the marriage of their parents.

None of that mattered. What was important was how they felt for each other.

She needed him now though, needed him in this moment so they could both feel alive. It was like this after he fought, after he was risking a lot of things to level him out.

But it wasn’t just her that needed this, because he did, too. Lyric needed to feel alive and loved, and Landon was so very good at making her feel both.

So, without speaking, Lyric leaned in and kissed him. It started off slow, easy, but with each passing second it grew more heated, more aroused.

Their tongues moved erotically against each other and she felt her pussy become wet and her nipples harden.

Landon pushed her back on the bed and stared down at her. They didn’t have any clothes on, not since she’d showered with him, washed off his body, the blood, the violence.

He rose to his knees on the mattress, and she couldn’t help but look at him. His cock was hard and straining forward, and a drop of pre-cum already lined the tip.

She pushed herself up and gripped the base of his shaft. The sound of him sucking in a breath had her heart jumping. Ever so slowly Lyric brought her mouth to the tip of him and gently blew a stream of warm air across his erection.

She loved that he groaned and reached out to grab a chunk of her hair behind her head and bring her closer to him.

“Suck my cock, baby.” He looked down at her with half lidded eyes, and she knew now wasn’t the time to tease and torment. They both needed this fast and hard.

She sucked the head into her mouth and swirled her tongue along the underside. Landon groaned and started to gently thrust himself in and out of her mouth, fucking her the way he wanted, and so obviously needed.

The taste of him was so addictive, salty but still slightly sweet. Lyric closed her eyes and moaned around his girth. Faster she moved her head up and down, taking as much of him as she could, feeling the tip of him hit the back of her throat.

She wanted his cum in her mouth, down her throat. She wanted to swallow it all, feel him let go. But he pulled out of her before he got off, and she sat on her knees, her mouth open her eyes trained on him.

“As much as I love your mouth on my dick, I need to fuck you, Lyric,” Perspiration and residual water droplets dotted his hairline. She felt herself lick her lips involuntarily.

He was so arousing, and just looking at him had her pussy so wet she felt like if she didn’t get off she’d go mad. Looking him up and down, she took a second just to appreciate him. All those defined muscles, rippling just below the surface of skin turned her on to the point she couldn’t breathe.

She leaned back on the bed, thrust her chest out, showing him her breasts, how hard her nipples were, and spread her legs wide. She felt her pussy lips spread open, part and show him the most intimate part of herself, the part he owned.

He stared at her body for a long while, his hand on his cock as he slowly jerked himself off.

“I need to be right here, baby, to have my cock deep in your cunt.” He emphasized his point by placing his finger right at the entrance of her pussy, moving the digit around the hole, and keeping his focus on her face.

Oh, he knew what he was doing, running that finger in slow circles before pressing it into her. She needed him desperately when he finally replaced his finger with the tip of his shaft.

Landon didn’t push into her right away. Instead he cupped each side of her face and brought his lips to hers for a soft kiss. “You’re mine, Lyric. You’ll always be mine.”

She looked into his face, traced the wounds with her gaze, loving the fact he was so rough around the edges that she couldn’t even comprehend it at times.

This man was it for her, the only one she’d ever love, ever want to be with.

“I love you, Lyric.” He thrust all the way into her, and she arched her back and grabbed his arms for support. “You’re the only one I’ll ever love.” He pulled out and pushed back in, her mouth going open and a silent cry leaving her. “Without you I’d be nothing, baby, just moving through life, following the motions.”