Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32347 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32347 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
He didn’t stop kissing her as he started a slow, steady thrust of his hips, further pushing his erection in her hand than pulling away. Over and over he did that, using her hand as the instrument of his pleasure. But God, she loved it.
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 words out.
Maybe starting this had been a bad idea, but she sure as hell wasn’t going to stop it.
Chapter
Eleven
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.