Page 38 of Lyric Squared

“Stop.”

Lyric’s eyes widened as I stood from the chair I’d been perched on. When I made it to the bed, I pulled her legs until her ass was at the edge. I leaned down and took her tongue into my mouth, sucking it before setting it free again.

“I’m not going to fuck you, Lyric,” I promised.

“Why not?” She breathed, passion in every particle of oxygen that exited her lungs.

“Because we’re not ready.”

I stood straight and rested the weight of my dick onto her wetness.

“Keeeaaaanu,” she whimpered.

Once.

Twice.

Three times, I slammed it against her clit. Her gooiness stuck to my dick and formed slimy webs each time I lifted it.

Tat.

Tat.

Tat.

“Oh God.”

Showing Lyric a bit more mercy than I initially desired, I began rubbing my thickness between her pussy lips. The head of my dick touched her clit each and every time. I reached up and palmed her right breast. It was the perfect size. With my thumb, I flickered the hardened pebble again and again.

“Put it in,” Lyric begged.

“No.” I stroked, not missing a beat. She was so fucking wet, and I was trying so fucking hard not to fall into the trap I’d set for myself.

“Put it in,” she pleaded.

“No.”

“Put it in.”

“No.” Stroke after stroke, her shit got wetter and wetter, driving me up the fucking wall.

“Please. I’m going to cum.”

“No.”

Before I could comprehend what was happening, Lyric’s hand was around dick as I stroked, making it easier for her to guide me right inside of her.

“Ummmmmmmmm, I’m cummmmmmming,” she announced, forcing my hand.

I pulled out of her instantly, overwhelmed by her warmth and softness. My dick exploded, cum shooting from the head and landing on her pussy, stomach, and chest.

“FUCK!” My legs locked as I milked my dick with the gushiness of Lyric’s skin surrounding her vagina where I should’ve remained, but she had other plans. “Fuck.”

Lyric reached down to assist me as if I needed any help from her. She’d disobeyed me. I should’ve slapped her fucking hand away, but it felt too good as it drained me of my cum.

“Why did you do that?” I asked, shivering from the gratifying orgasm she’d brought me to.

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.