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My nails score his skin as we grapple on the bed, each of us fighting for what we want. As one moan slips out too loudly, Lyric slaps a hand over my mouth, his voice brushing against my ear. “Shh, you don’t want to alert Milo.” His laugh is dark and sinister, yet my core clenches around his length. “Fuck, you want to come so badly, don’t you? Fight me, baby. Take what you want.”
I buck my hips, finally dislodging his cock from my core.
I don’t even get a moment to celebrate, my body moving on its own as I twist my legs to gain purchase on him, but Lyric is far stronger than me, and I just woke up something primal inside him.
He growls and sits up, grabbing my thighs and splaying them open. He thrusts inside me hard and deep, finally shifting into a position that gives me what I want. He pulls out again before sliding back inside, impaling me on his cock.
My eyes roll back in my head at the sweet intrusion.
His hand cups my chin, turning my face toward his as he rocks in and out of me. “Who is in control, Charlotte?”
“You are.” My pussy lips are swollen, and my arousal is so thick, I can barely breathe. I feel tight and almost painful around him the moment he enters me. His cock fills me to the hilt with a single thrust as my pussy pulses. He holds himself buried deep inside me for a long time until my cunt contracts around him again.
“That’s right,” he says, his voice a low growl as he drives into me harder and faster, hard enough that I feel the bed shake from the force of it. “You want to come?” he asks with a snarl. “Come for me.”
The command in his voice is impossible to ignore. My mind goes silent as pleasure erupts deep inside my core, washing over me like waves at the beach. I moan as it sweeps through my body and causes me to spasm uncontrollably.
With a final thrust, Lyric is there with me. He groans out his pleasure as he fills me with his seed. His hands hold me down as he drives into me as deeply as he can.
I’m a mess. I’m a hot, sweaty mess, lying in a pool of my own spent lust.
Lyric’s chest heaves, and he gazes down at me with a wicked, satisfied grin on his lips. I struggle to catch my breath, my mind a whirlwind of sensations and thoughts better left unexpressed. There’s a primal connection between us that goes beyond words, and I’m left with a million unspoken questions and desires, but reality intrudes on our intimate bubble, and I know I have responsibilities to attend to.
I need to get up and care for Milo, ensuring his morning routine goes smoothly. As I prepare to disentangle myself from Lyric’s embrace, he leans down, his lips meeting mine in a lingering, tender, passionate kiss.
“I’m going to shower,” he murmurs against my lips, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. “Get Milo ready, but don’t leave this house without me.”
His words hold a note of authority, reminding me of the unspoken rules governing our complicated relationship. I nod in acknowledgment, my heart heavy with the weight of our shared secrets and desires.
He slips free of me, cum spilling out and onto my sheets.
I groan. “I need a morning-after pill.” Damn him. I haven’t been on birth control in years, and in one fell swoop, Lyric made me forget.
“Don’t shower.” He hovers over me, his pupils dilating as he reaches down to scoop up his cum and stuff it back into me. My cunt isn’t just sensitive, itaches. “I want to know that my cum continues to spill from your pussy all day.”
“Lyric.” I swallow, not sure if I’m aroused or disturbed. “We need to talk.” My heart pounds at the admission.
“I know.” His eyes look haunted as he leans over me, kissing me one last time before getting dressed.
I follow Lyric’s lead, moving more slowly than usual. My body feels achy and well used, thoroughly spent from last night’s and this morning’s intense encounters. It’s as if my lady bits have decided to go on a spontaneous vacation, leaving me with a satisfying yet tingling sensation.
In my quiet room, we both dress with a sense of urgency, our ears attuned to any sounds beyond my closed bedroom door. I reluctantly pull on the same clothing I wore last night, despite desperately needing a shower.
I can’t help but curse Lyric under my breath. He has me right where he wants me, and I can’t deny that he holds a certain irresistible power over me. It seems he’s about to have his way again today.
Chapter Three
I liketo think my sneaking skills are that of a ninja. They aren’t, but I like to think they are. As I quietly descend the stairs toward the kitchen, the old sensation of sneaking into the house as a teenager washes over me once more.
Teenagers are undoubtedly interesting creatures, and I say this from experience. They often live up to the label of “little heathens” that society gives them. They sneak out in the middle of the night, have secret meetups in cornfields, or venture into the junkyard, only to be chased away by two imposing Dobermans they didn’t know were guarding the place.
I discovered that the most unnerving aspect of sneaking out at night was the moment I had to slip back into the house through the kitchen window, only for my dad to unexpectedly flick on the light. My heart stopped in its tracks, and I was confident I was in for a lecture.
As I stood there, expecting a stream of anger to come at me, my dad surprised me. He dragged out a chair and motioned for me to join him. Looking closer, I noticed the Oreos, two glasses of milk—one almost finished—and a pack of Advil, along with a small smirk gracing his beautiful face. His golden hair was in disarray, evoking an image fromMeet the Robinsons.My dad worked in robotics, creating prosthetic limbs for amputees—he was incredibly intelligent. With his tousled hair and warm smile, I felt nothing but love radiating off him.
All else faded away as he shifted his gaze to mine. His face wasn’t contorted by rage but furrowed with worry and care. He gestured for me to take a seat beside him, and I followed as if in a trance. He offered me something that was more than Advil—comfort and solace through our late-night snack, which I blithely accepted.
There I was, sneaking back into our home, undoubtedly buzzed from wine coolers, and my dad just wanted to ensure I was safe and all right. We spent an hour talking about safety, using the front door if I wanted to go out, and letting them know where I was.
