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cock as deep as I can, allowing him to use my mouth the way he would my pussy, I have to swallow furiously when I feel the first warm jet of come spray the back of my throat. Over and over and over, I suck, slurp, lick, and drink every drop of his come. And why wouldn’t I? The man tastes truly delicious. Salty, a little sweet, and warm.
Just as I think he’s done, Lyric commands,
“On your knees, Angel.”
And I don’t question him; I simply do as he asks.
“Pull your panties to the side,” he instructs, nodding at the pink lace thong that is surprisingly still intact.
More often than not, if I wear underwear around Lyric he destroys it, so I don’t usually bother. Although I have to admit, it’s at times like this, it’s nice to have an extra layer of fabric between us that I can use to tease him with. Slowly sliding my panties over my hips, I lower them to my knees. Kicking them off, I part my thighs giving Lyric an unobstructed view of my freshly waxed pussy.
Grunting at the sight, Lyric fists his cock and slides closer to me.
“Use your fingers to open up those pretty pink pussy lips. Show me your clit and get ready for me, Angel.”
Watching Lyric stroke himself has always been erotic, but this time, I’m so worked up that I think I could come from just this. Me kneeling before him naked while he pleasures himself. So much so, I’m startled but not shocked when the first spurt of his come hits my exposed clit, and I moan at the second. Reaching down I rub the thick, creamy liquid into my pussy and circle the aching bud that will bring about my much need release.
“Yeah. Fuck yeah. Just like that. Get yourself off, baby, while I cover you in my come,” Lyric mutters, watching as his come splashes across my stomach, thighs, and overheated pussy.
“Oh, yes. God, Lyric.” My voice is barely above a whisper, but it’s infused with desperation as I rub my clit hard and fight to stay upright on shaking legs.
Moving faster than I gave him credit for, Lyric has me flat on my back and his mouth working my pussy before his cock has even begun to soften. Lyric laps at my slit twice, dragging his stiff tongue through the evidence of his desire for me. I don’t know why it makes me so hot to see him clean his orgasm off my skin, but it does. Fuck does it ever.
When three thick fingers penetrate my swollen tissue and Lyric’s lips blow cool air over my clit, I come harder than I ever have before.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, Lyric,” I chant, screaming and crying through my climax.
An orgasm that good would usually take hours to float back to earth from, but in the next second, my bedroom door burst open, and in steps four bikers armed to the teeth, and my best friend Faye, carrying her trusty aluminum baseball bat that she named, Dennis. They have a close relationship; don’t question it, just go with it.
“What in the ever-loving fuck is going on? Are you okay, Hails?” Dante bellows, apparently not having noticed that we’re kind of busy right now.
Lyric jumps into action, covering every inch of my exposed skin with the cashmere throw off the end of the bed. Striding over to Dante – butt ass naked I might add – Lyric has him pinned to the wall by his throat before any of the guys can stop him.
Talon, Shade, and Spike stand in the doorway gaping at Lyric, and Faye tries to suppress her giggles, propping Dennis up against the wall.
“Well, to think I was worried you two weren’t getting on,” she smirks, taking a seat next to me.
“Shut it, hooker,” I mumble. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to listen to your man practically fuck you through the wall, so you don’t have any room to judge.”
“I’m not passing judgment, bitch. I’m congratulating you on a job well done,” she grins unrepentantly. “I heard a deep-throated man growl from downstairs and said to myself, ‘you go, girl.’ It was Dante and
Just as I think he’s done, Lyric commands,
“On your knees, Angel.”
And I don’t question him; I simply do as he asks.
“Pull your panties to the side,” he instructs, nodding at the pink lace thong that is surprisingly still intact.
More often than not, if I wear underwear around Lyric he destroys it, so I don’t usually bother. Although I have to admit, it’s at times like this, it’s nice to have an extra layer of fabric between us that I can use to tease him with. Slowly sliding my panties over my hips, I lower them to my knees. Kicking them off, I part my thighs giving Lyric an unobstructed view of my freshly waxed pussy.
Grunting at the sight, Lyric fists his cock and slides closer to me.
“Use your fingers to open up those pretty pink pussy lips. Show me your clit and get ready for me, Angel.”
Watching Lyric stroke himself has always been erotic, but this time, I’m so worked up that I think I could come from just this. Me kneeling before him naked while he pleasures himself. So much so, I’m startled but not shocked when the first spurt of his come hits my exposed clit, and I moan at the second. Reaching down I rub the thick, creamy liquid into my pussy and circle the aching bud that will bring about my much need release.
“Yeah. Fuck yeah. Just like that. Get yourself off, baby, while I cover you in my come,” Lyric mutters, watching as his come splashes across my stomach, thighs, and overheated pussy.
“Oh, yes. God, Lyric.” My voice is barely above a whisper, but it’s infused with desperation as I rub my clit hard and fight to stay upright on shaking legs.
Moving faster than I gave him credit for, Lyric has me flat on my back and his mouth working my pussy before his cock has even begun to soften. Lyric laps at my slit twice, dragging his stiff tongue through the evidence of his desire for me. I don’t know why it makes me so hot to see him clean his orgasm off my skin, but it does. Fuck does it ever.
When three thick fingers penetrate my swollen tissue and Lyric’s lips blow cool air over my clit, I come harder than I ever have before.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, Lyric,” I chant, screaming and crying through my climax.
An orgasm that good would usually take hours to float back to earth from, but in the next second, my bedroom door burst open, and in steps four bikers armed to the teeth, and my best friend Faye, carrying her trusty aluminum baseball bat that she named, Dennis. They have a close relationship; don’t question it, just go with it.
“What in the ever-loving fuck is going on? Are you okay, Hails?” Dante bellows, apparently not having noticed that we’re kind of busy right now.
Lyric jumps into action, covering every inch of my exposed skin with the cashmere throw off the end of the bed. Striding over to Dante – butt ass naked I might add – Lyric has him pinned to the wall by his throat before any of the guys can stop him.
Talon, Shade, and Spike stand in the doorway gaping at Lyric, and Faye tries to suppress her giggles, propping Dennis up against the wall.
“Well, to think I was worried you two weren’t getting on,” she smirks, taking a seat next to me.
“Shut it, hooker,” I mumble. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to listen to your man practically fuck you through the wall, so you don’t have any room to judge.”
“I’m not passing judgment, bitch. I’m congratulating you on a job well done,” she grins unrepentantly. “I heard a deep-throated man growl from downstairs and said to myself, ‘you go, girl.’ It was Dante and
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