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After
several seconds of him kissing her while thrusting into her grasp, he finally
pulled away, breathing hard, his eyes at half-mast.

“Touch
me, Landon,” she whispered, needing it.

He
moved the hand that was still wrapped around her waist and cupped one of her
breasts. She closed her eyes and breathed out at the exquisite sensation of it.

“You
like that, baby?”

She
nodded, and moaned again when he moved his fingers over her nipple, adding just
a bit of pressure. “God,” she breathed out, barely able to get the word out.
Maybe starting this had been a bad idea, but she sure as hell wasn’t going to
stop it.

Chapter
Eight

Touching
her was torture, pure fucking agony, but Landon couldn’t stop, didn’t even want
to. He kept thinking that this wasn’t right, at least on some level, because
even if they weren’t related, had no connection aside from the fact his mom
married her dad, this was still a little twisted.

It’s not. It’s just a guy and a
girl about to get it on.

He
could have groaned at his thoughts. This wasn’t just some girl, though. This
was Lyric, the girl he’d been hard-up for since he saw her three years ago.
Hell, back then he’d barely known what lust was, and certainly didn’t make a
move on her or what he felt.

The
way she responded to him had his cock harder than hell, had the tip wet with
pre-cum, and his balls drawn up tight. Dirty, filthy fucking images slammed
into his head, a mental image of her beneath him, her legs spread, and every
part of her ready for him. She’d be moaning for his cock, pleading for him to
fuck her good and hard.

He
ran his palm over her nipple, over and over again, loving how the little bead
tightened further. Landon had always had a hard exterior, a steely reserve, and
when he fucked it was no different. He’d been with a few girls, ones that he’d
met in the fight rings he occasionally participated in, others when he was too
drunk to know better. He didn’t want to be too hardcore with Lyric, though,
because she wasn’t like those sluts he’d been with. She wasn’t like the women
that just wanted him because they thought he was strong, and had watched him
beat someone’s ass.

Being
with Lyric, wanting her, was far different from anything he’d ever experienced
before. He didn’t want to fuck this up by being a brute.

“Landon,
let’s go upstairs.” Her head was against the wall, and he latched his mouth
onto her arched throat, licking at the pulse that was beating rapidly beneath
her ear. She tasted sweet, like vanilla and honey. The flavor bathed his tongue
in a sweet flavor.

His
cock was throbbing, the need to just get off strong.

“Damn,
Lyric, you can’t say shit like that to me because I’ll unload right in your
hand.”

She
gasped.

He
pressed his erection farther into her hand, fucking himself in nice, slow, and
long motions. “You see what you do to me?” he murmured against her throat.

“God,
yes I do.” She turned her head and he felt her warm breath skate along his
cheek. Before he knew what she was doing she grabbed his wrist, pulled his hand
away from the wall, and moved it between their bodies.

“Touch
me,” she whispered.

He
made quick work of unbuttoning and unzipping her pants, and then he pushed his
hand down her panties, sliding his fingers through her saturated folds. She was
so wet she felt smooth, like silk. A deep groan left him. He closed his eyes,
and rested his forehead on the wall beside her neck.

“Fuck,
Lyric. You’re so primed and ready for me.” He rubbed her clit, moved his
fingers down to her pussy hole, but didn’t penetrate her, just teased the
opening.
“How does that feel?”

 
“It feels so good.”

He
continued to squeeze her breast with his hand, the mound soft and giving, big
and round.

“Yeah
it does.” He pressed his hips into her a little harder, and she gripped his
bicep, digging her nails into the flesh.

Before
he lost all control and rationalization he pulled away from her, but held onto
her hand and led them to her room. Once upstairs he shut the door, closing them
in, and immediately pressed her up against the wall again.

They
continued kissing, and he wanted to fuck her so badly, wanted to be deep inside
of her. Pulling back was pretty damn hard, but when he was a few feet from her
all he could do was stare at her, thinking about what it would feel like to
have her pressed right up against him, her body his, her moans for him alone.

He
wouldn’t lie and say he didn’t have a buzz going from the drinks he’d had at
the party, and knew she probably had a little one going on, as well. Hell, his
knuckles throbbed still from knocking out Devon. But Landon still had the
energy in him, all that adrenaline from the fight, and from needing Lyric so
damn badly. He was clear-headed enough to know what he was doing with her right
now, and how he had no intentions of stopping.

He
looked over his shoulder and saw her bed, imagined her lying on it naked, her
legs spread, her body his for the taking. Damn, his cock jerked and his balls
drew up at the thought and images playing through his head.

He
faced her again, his pulse pounding in his ears, his palms sweating, and his
arousal so intense he could get off from looking at her alone. “Come here.”

She
pushed away from the wall, her body all curves. But Landon wanted her naked for
him, wanted every part of her bared. When she stood just inches from him he
couldn’t help but breathe in her scent. Damn, she smelled so fucking good.

For
a second all Landon did was stand there, looking his fill of her, and breathing
in her scent until it was engrained in his head.

“I
want you to touch me again, Landon.”

He
could have groaned from her words.

Christ, I have to have her.

He
pulled her toward him, maybe too roughly, or maybe not because she moaned at
the contact. He buried his nose in her hair and inhaled, groaning after the
fact. “You smell so good.” He moved his face to her temple, and let his lips
slide along her skin, all the way down to the corner of her mouth. She was
panting, and he was breathing in her lightly alcohol accented breath.

But
he didn’t kiss her, and instead continued moving his mouth lower, along her
neck, and over her exposed collarbones. Using his hand on her throat to tilt
her head to the side more, he licked her flesh. “And you taste so fucking
sweet, too.”

She
moaned softly, and he knew he needed her clothes off, needed them both naked.

“Is
your pussy wet, Lyric?” he asked softly. She didn’t verbally respond, but did
nod her answer. “Good. I want your pussy soaked for me.” He pulled back and
looked into her face. “You’re not a virgin, are you?” It wouldn’t have mattered
either way, and it wasn’t like he had to be the guy that popped her cherry, but
he needed to know.

She
shook her head, and he saw her throat work as she swallowed.

“Good,
because I don’t think I can go easy with you, baby.” He was smoothing his thumb
back and forth over her pulse point beneath her ear, loving that it was beating
rapidly. “I’m going to devour you, Lyric.”

“Oh,
God,” she whispered, not able to keep the words from spilling out.

“I’m
going to lick every part of your body, memorize every inch of you.” He moved
his mouth to the corner of hers and whispered, “But you’d like that, wouldn’t
you, baby? You’d like me touching, knowing every part of you?” When she nodded
he ran his tongue along her lower lip.

“Yes,
I want that. So how about we stop talking and do this already?”

He
smirked, and traced her lips with his tongue over and over again. “Did you get
turned on seeing me beat Devon’s ass because he touched you?”

She
breathed harder now, her hands on his arms, her nails in his skin.

“Yes,”
she said almost inaudibly.

A
shiver worked through his body at her answer. He was protective of her, had
been since he moved into the house, even if he didn’t show it. But he did watch
her, make sure she was okay She was smaller than he was, almost a foot shorter
than his six-foot-three height. He might not be her brother in any sense of the
word, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t watch over her, even if she didn’t know
it.

“Take
the clothes off,” he ordered, not caring if he sounded like a demanding
asshole. He needed her naked.

She
obeyed right away, and as he watched her get undressed, he took off his
clothes, as well. Then they stood in front of each other, nothing separating
them but space. His cock throbbed, and he reached down and grabbed himself,
stroking his dick from root to tip. He wanted to fuck her, but he wanted her
mouth on him, first.

“You
want me?” he asked. She nodded, and flicked he gaze down to his dick. “You want
to put it in your mouth, lick it, Lyric?” he said in a husky voice.

“Yes,”
she whispered.

He
made this low, gruff noise. “Then get on your knees and suck my cock.”

Chapter
Nine

Lyric
had never been this aroused before, had never wanted anyone as much as she
wanted Landon. He was so big, so strong and muscular. Just hearing him order
her on her knees to suck his dick had fresh moisture leaving her pussy. She
took a step toward him, checking out every inch of him. His shoulders were
broad, his muscles so pronounced on his chest and abdomen that her pussy
clenched. He was bulky, but lean, like a boxer, with definition and his tendons
and sinew cut under the skin.

“Go
on, baby, get on your knees.”

 
She moved another step, and then sank to her
knees in front of him.

His
cock was right in her face, long, thick, the head bulbous, slightly bigger than
the shaft, the tip glossy with pre-cum. Her throat tightened, and her mouth
watered. Her heart was thundering, her nerves high, but she was so soaked
between her thighs, so aroused she didn’t know if he’d be able to tame it.

Her
inner muscles clenched as she continued to stare at the massive size of him.

“Lyric,”
he groaned out her name. “You keep looking at my dick like that and I’ll come
before we even do this.”

She
breathed in deeply, not able to control herself.

 
“Open your mouth and put my dick between those
pretty lips of yours.” His command was hard, unyielding. This was what she’d
been wanting, fantasizing about for longer than she’d ever admit.

She
watched for a second as he continued to stroke himself, as if waiting for her
to obey him.

“Go
on, baby. Do it before I fucking come.”

Leaning
forward, she felt her throat constrict and her mouth water. He grabbed a chunk
of her hair, the sting of pain heightening her pleasure. She couldn’t hold back
her moan.

“That’s
it, baby,” he said when she opened her mouth. He started rubbing the tip of his
dick along her lips, and she made a soft sound at the salty, musky flavor. “How
wet are you?”

“So
wet,” she breathed out.

“Touch
your pussy, gather that cream and let me see.”

She
did as he said, running her fingers through her slit, and then lifting her hand
to show him. Staring up at Landon, she watched in a haze of arousal as he
grabbed her wrist and brought the fingers to his mouth. He licked the digits
clean, groaning as he did it.

“So
damn good.”

Another
gush of wetness left her at his words and actions, and she clenched her thighs
together.

“Open
for me, Lyric, suck my cock.” He moved the slick tip of his shaft along her
lips over and over again until she finally did as he ordered.

She
lifted her eyes to look at his face at the same time she sucked him into her
mouth.

“Yes,”
he hissed out. “Move your tongue around my dick, lick all that pre-cum off of
the tip.”

The
salty flavor of his cum covered her tongue, and she couldn’t help but moan.

He
started thrusting himself in and out of her mouth, fucking her like she wanted
him to do between her thighs. His cum exploded on her tongue, covered the
entire interior of her mouth. Lyric wanted more, needed it. She didn’t know
what had gotten into her and didn’t care either, because she didn’t want this
to stop. She wanted all of his cum filling her mouth, running down the back of her
throat. She felt like she was losing her mind with arousal, like she couldn’t
get enough of him.

She
placed her hands on his muscular, thick thighs, and started bobbing her head,
taking as much as she could. Her nails were digging into his skin, and he
hissed out but started fucking her mouth harder.

“Don’t
stop sucking my cock,” he ground the words out.

She
stared up at him still, his cock in her mouth, her cheeks hollowed. She groaned
at the salty flavor of him, covering her tongue. Still on her knees, her thighs
slightly open now, she had no friction on her throbbing clit. Lyric needed some
friction, at least a little rubbing motion, because she felt like she was
dying. Letting her mouth do the work, she started sucking him with fervor.

“That’s
it, baby.”

His
attention was on her mouth, and she loved the heated look he had on his face as
he watched her give him a blowjob.

“I
fucking love watching you suck my dick.” He grabbed her hair tighter. “You like
my cock in your mouth, don’t you?”

She
nodded and moaned.

“Yeah,
you do,” he whispered, and started lifting his hips, thrusting his dick deeper,
faster into her mouth. She gagged, her eyes watering, but loved he was being so
forceful, that he couldn’t control himself.

“As
much as I want you getting me off with your mouth and tongue, I need to be
buried in your pussy.”

She
couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but allow him to use her in the way they
both needed. A deep groan left him when she loosened her throat and took more
of him. But before she knew he’d come he pulled away and helped her to stand
suddenly. Landon kissed her hard, possessively, clearly tasting himself on her
mouth, but obviously not caring either.

“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 her again.

“Fuck
me,” she said, feeling sexy and wanton, and the little buzz she had going on
giving her courage.

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.

“Yes,
Landon, I want that so badly.”

He
was on the bed and between her thighs only seconds later. He had his hands on
her inner thighs, spreading her for him, his warm breath puffing along her
exposed pussy.

“
Please
, Landon, no more teasing. Touch
me already.”

She
loved when he groaned, the noise vibrating throughout her whole body, centering
right on her clit. He licked her from the opening of her pussy to the nub at
the top of her mound then slid back down again. He repeated this action until
she squirmed beneath him, her climax approaching swiftly.

“God,
Landon. I’m so close.” In a move so quick it cut her off, Landon had her clit
in his mouth and a finger inside of her body. He sucked hard and fast on the
engorged bud, finger-fucked her until she was gasping for air and stars danced
in front of her vision. He added a second finger, and the stretch of the
penetration from those two digits had her exploding for him.

Ecstasy
washed through her, stealing her breath, her pulse, even her sanity. But Landon
didn’t stop. He continued to bring her to the height of pleasure until she was
ultrasensitive and begging him. Legs shaking, heart racing, and sweat beading
her brow, Lyric finally felt him move up her body. He kissed and licked at her
belly, over her breasts, and then sealed his mouth right on hers.

She
tasted herself on his lips, a musky but sweet flavor that had her moaning into
his mouth. Lyric gripped his hair and opened her mouth wider, and sucked on his
tongue. The intense, masculine sensation moving through her created this
plethora of flavors that burst along her tongue.

As
she lifted her hips and grinding her pussy on his cock, anticipation and
nervousness slammed into her when he reached between their bodies and placed
the tip of himself at her entrance. She was ready for this, so ready she could
feel it claim every part of her. Lyric couldn’t even say she was drunk and
that’s what fueled her actions. She might be buzzed, but she knew exactly what
she was doing, and who was here with her.

“I’m
not even in you yet and you already feel so fucking incredible,” he said the
muffled, harsh words against her mouth.

Lyric
grabbed his bulging biceps, dug her nails into his skin until he hissed, and
tried to slide down on his length.

Landon
ran his lips along hers in a slow, sexual glide. “Put your legs around my
waist.”

She
did as he asked, and gasped as they pressed even closer together, the tip of
his big dick getting lodged inside of her body.

Holding
his gaze with hers, his hands on either side of her head, bracing his big body
over hers, Landon started pushing into her inch after agonizingly slow inch.
The thick head of his shaft stretched her opening, made this wicked burn travel
throughout her entire body. He worked himself in and out, only penetrating her
with the tip, maybe easing her into the feel of being stretched by the wide
head of his cock, or maybe because he liked prolonging this.

“Relax
for me, baby.”