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The urge to argue with Attie, to push him away, to make excuses, and take cover behind my armor made purely out of spite, grows strong. However, I don’t fight him. I don’t make a single sound. I make a choice, and I choose him.

CHAPTER 12

ATTICUS

Ican see it in her eyes. She trusts me, and she wants this—me. She doesn’t pull my hand away from her neck, and she doesn’t gasp for air. She’s slipping into bliss. The feel of her sagging into my touch is making my cock twitch in my jeans. The anticipation is killing me, and I hungrily crash my mouth into hers.

Swallowing her soft moans, I climb on top of her, slowly pushing her back onto the bed, my grip never leaving her throat. I can tell by the dreamy gaze she casts my way that my Strawberry Girl ‌wants this. I can’t wait to free her from the last ties that bind Lyr to her abuser.

Each article of our clothing comes off with a simple flick of my wrist. Working my way down her vivacious body, I kiss every inch of her dotty, olive-toned skin, leaving no area untouched by my lips—by my love. When my nose reaches her slightly bushy mound, I dip my face into her pussy and promptly breathe in her sweet aroma.

Fuck. Me.

Her scent is intoxicating.

She squirms beneath me and I pin her thighs open. I can’t have her interrupting my meal. Lyr has the most gorgeous pussy I’ve ever seen. The inside is perfectly pink, silky smooth, and her clit is larger than what I’ve seen before. It intrigues me, and I indulge in it the way I’ve seen women do while giving me head. Lyr squeals and I hold back a laugh. I rear back and spit on her clit. Diving in again, I slowly swirl my tongue around her swollen bud.

I play her like an instrument—every lap and suck of my tongue, every coax of my fingers inside her tight hole, edging her closer to the finale of her beautifully orchestrated symphony.

A smile spreads across my face when I feel her thighs tremble in my grasp and an orgasm washes over her body and coats my face. I lift myself up, trying to catch my breath as her release drips down my beard and onto the bed.

Lyr lies like a puddle, staring up at the ceiling. Shit. Did I break her already? She swiftly sits up on her knees and gestures for me to move off. I climb down from the bed and help her roll over onto her belly and yank her across the sheets. The head of my cock aligns with her opening perfectly, and I waste no time sliding my length inside her wet silk.

She hisses as my arousal engorges inside her, and I set a steady pace for us both. I grip her ass and hold on as I fuck her needy body. Goosebumps ripple across her velvety skin, and I elicit sounds of pleasure from her core as another orgasm floods her system and coats my girthy cock.

When I release her, she flops face-first onto the mattress. I grab her by the ankles and flip her onto her back. She grunts at my sudden jerk of her body, and her eyes grow wide with embarrassment. Ignoring the look, I plunge myself deep inside Lyr’s tight cunt. I need her to know this is more than just sex to me—I want her. All of her.

She whimpers and I almost come undone. Breathy moans and soft pants fill the air, and I struggle to hold back my release at the sound of our bodies slapping together. My girl is so fucking sexy like this. The way she’s letting me claim her body as if it’s always ever been mine.

Nothing else matters right now except her pleasure. Our souls continue our sensual dance, and my need for her perseveres. I’ve never felt this connected to someone before, not even Ellie. The thought jars me, and my stamina wanes.

Not this. Not right now. I push past my disturbing thoughts and regain my focus on Lyr. The guilt gnaws at me as I think about another woman while I’m supposed to be with her. But also, Ellie is my person, and I should wait for her even in death. Right? I should… but I don’t. I can’t.

Lyric occupies my mental space. I crave her—everything about her. The way she is unapologetically herself is magnetic. Even though her confidence could use some work, that can always be improved with time and praise, and it doesn’t deter me.

I position Lyr’s legs in a way that has me using her feet for earmuffs. I grind into her, slow and deliberate, taking my time as I build up this last orgasm. She tenses beneath me, I feel her toes curl into the sides of my head as she climaxes. Hard.

A guttural cry rips through her lungs, and her body collapses under me. I remove her legs from my shoulders and slide higher up the bed, placing her head in my lap. As I stroke her long, damp curls, I close my eyes and sigh a breath of contentment. Tonight wasn’t about me.

CHAPTER 13

LYRIC

When I wake up naked and lying in Attie’s lap, I can smell me on him and I immediately want to taste it. Turning toward his stomach, I prop myself up on my chubby elbows and lean into him, slurping his flaccid cock into my mouth. God, I love sucking dick.

My tongue laps at him, and before long, his cock is rock hard for me. I moan around his girth as I suck and flick the tip of my tongue against his dripping slit. He groans in his sleep and my pussy aches from the sound. The fact that his body responds to me this way, even when he’s unconscious, makes me feel sexy and empowered.

I release him with a plop from my pouty lips and bury my nose in his testicles. I inhale his musky scent and suck a ball into my mouth. A hand lands on the back of my head, gripping my hair.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Lyr.” His sleepy proclamation is deep and husky.

He can do whatever he wants to me when he sounds like that. I’ll fold like a lawn chair. He guides me down his shaft and up again, repeating the motion. His efforts not to gag me are appreciated. I’ve also learned that Atticus is a grower—not a shower, but when he grows he’s a thick and solid seven inches of erotic muscle and I can’t believe he’s all mine.

Wrapping my palm around his shaft, I gently stroke and twist while I suck the tip like my favorite blue raspberry Dum-Dum. He jerks beneath me, and it makes me want to work that much harder for his release. I need him like this—vulnerable. Intimate. Mine.

I work his cock while I grip and massage his shaved and silky balls. When I feel his muscles tense, I know he’ll be giving me what I want any second now. Awaiting the moment I feel his cum fill my mouth, I swallow; missing some of his warm seed that spills out of the corners of my mouth and down my overworked jaw.

Atticus raises my chin and my pussy grows wetter as he licks up the jizz on my face. Trailing his tongue to my parted mouth, he slips inside, and I instantly taste him between our tongues.