Lorenzo “Hustler” Ricci

Now certainly wasn’t the time to laugh, but I couldn’t help the chuckle that burst out of me as Lyric tried to manhandle me.

“Relax. We’ll get to that, eventually. What I meant is, I’m not putting your needs first. That’s unacceptable. Nothing but death could tear me from your body.”

“Oh.” She relaxed, then rubbed lightly against me. “That’s okay, then. But really, you don’t have to fuss over me.”

I kissed the tip of her nose. “Like you said, if we just have tonight I want to make it count. I want to treat you like you deserve, Angel, spoil you in every way possible. I’m gonna fuck you so good I’m gonna ruin you for every other man. ’Cause you’ve ruined me for every other woman.”

“Hustler…” A pink flush swept up her cheeks and her wide-eyed gaze was so sincere it made my heart hurt. “You already have. You’re all I’ve been thinking about.”

“So sweet,” I rubbed my cheek against hers, then nuzzled my face against the curve of her neck. “Now get naked so Daddy can make you feel good.”

Her body shivered beneath mine and the throb in my cock got stronger.

Smoothing her hair back, I grinned. “Just relax and let me enjoy you.”

The way she curled into my touch, like a kitten seeking a good petting, had me pulling her into my arms for a cuddle. She was starved for affection, it practically radiated from her, and I was dying to be the one who provided for her. Protected her, took care of this gentle creature. It was like I’d been searching for her without knowing it. Right now, with Lyric’s lush body pressed against me, her soft cushion of her full breasts pressed to my chest, I was her slave.

“Tell me what you want,” I encouraged her. “I’ll give you whatever you ask for. I promise.”

Oh man, that blush, the one that started at her chest and rushed up to her forehead. I loved that pink on her skin, the way it made her freckles stand out even more. Add to that her big doe eyes and I found myself lucky enough to be holding my dream girl in my arms. She was everything I’d ever wanted, all wrapped up in one desirable little package.

“I want you to tell me what to do,” she whispered. “I need you to take control.”

My balls drew up tight at the yearning in her voice. “Why?”

“The only time I’ve felt safe, and free, was when you became my world.”

“Fuck,” I breathed out, a sharp pain stabbing me in the chest. “Tell me more, I want to know what you crave, what you think about when you touch yourself.”

She shrugged, and gave me an embarrassed smile. “So—um, this is hard to explain. I like it when you become everything and I’m free to just exist. My mind goes to this place that is soft and immense, filled with sensation but blissfully empty. Allowing me to just…drift.”

“Subspace, baby. You take to it like a duck to water.”

“Do you think I’m a submissive?”

“I think you’re perfect, but yeah, I think you would enjoy being my submissive.”

“Does that make you my Master?”

“No, baby, that makes me your slave.”

A smile teased the curve of her pink lips, and I felt even deeper for her with each passing second. “I hardly think so. You’re extremely demanding, Hustler.”

“Lorenzo.”

“Pardon?”

“When we’re in bed together like this, alone, call me Lorenzo.”

“Why?”

“Because with you, I’m someone else. A man I’d almost forgotten about, someone I remember being before my life went to shit. I’ve been immersed in darkness, surrounded by it for so long I kinda lost my way there for a while.” Dark memories pressed at me, making me want to push Lyric away, but I fought my demons and held on. “When I hold you, I have hope and peace. Something I haven’t had in a long time. That makes you priceless to me, makes me your slave.”

Her soft brown brows, thicker than I was used to seeing on a woman but still beautiful, scrunched down. “I don’t want anyone to be my slave.”

“So sweet.” I repeated as I kissed her forehead, then swept my lips down her round cheek. “At any point you don’t like something, you just tell me to stop, no safe word needed. You have all the power in the world to stop anything at any time. There will be no hard feelings, I swear. I want to take care of you, pleasure you, make your world nothing but bliss. I want to control you, guide you, and corrupt every inch of your soft little body. But only with your permission. We clear?”

“As crystal,” she said in that lovely, breathy voice of hers.

“I appreciate, from the bottom of my heart, how honest you’re being with me, how much you’re putting yourself out there for me. It’s been a long time since I’ve been in the presence of a good woman. Thought I had it a couple times, but their sweet was superficial, hiding the bitter beneath. You’re pure honey, melting slowly on my tongue.”

Relaxing even more, she began to twine her legs with mine and rub her foot along the back of my leg. “You’re very poetic for a tattooed hooligan.”

“Hooligan?”

“Yep,” she leaned up and boldly pressed her lips to mine. “Honey, you need a shower.”

Chuckling, I pushed up off her. “I do. Come on, woman, keep me company while I wash up.”

I grabbed her hand and dragged her behind me, pretending I didn’t hear her whimper. We made it to the decent-sized hotel bathroom, the brown and pale green-streaked marble sink gleaming softly beneath the lights. The mirror was still foggy in spots from Lyric’s shower, and the scent of the soap she used hung heavy in the air. She leaned against the sink, her gaze locked on my hands as I stripped my clothes off, then tossed them in the corner.

I turned on the shower, waiting for it to warm while Lyric devoured me with her gaze. I don’t think she was even aware of it, but she was pressing her thighs together. Shimmying back and forth, no doubt squeezing her ripe little clit. She got turned on so easily, and I loved it, wanted to see just how much pleasure I could wring from her untried body.

After I stepped beneath the spray I didn’t waste any time, wanting to get my hands on her as soon as possible. I scrubbed myself down, washing away the grit of the road from my skin. The whole time Lyric watched me with open fascination. Her hand kept creeping toward her pussy, then shying away. Like she wanted to touch herself, but couldn’t quite find the courage to do it on her own. She needed someone to take the choice away.

“Stroke that pretty cunt for me, Angel,” I said over the roar of the shower.

She startled, a guilty look suffusing her face as she clutched at her shirt. “Um…”

“Not um. Um is not an answer. Say yes, Daddy, and show me your clit. I want to watch you finger that pink pussy. Love how your labia turns a light raspberry color when you’re really aroused. So fuckin’ hot.”

I grabbed the soap and began to stroke my hard dick, the gliding friction almost stealing my breath as Lyric obeyed me. Her surrender was as sweet as her big tits, a bright taste on my tongue. I was going to make this so good for her, going to own that lush body, own her. My usual controlled, measured response seemed to evaporate around her, leaving my baser desires in charge. The raw, animal ones that demanded I fuck her until I was her world.

Moving my hand along my shaft, I rinsed myself as Lyric slipped her fingers between her puffy outer labia, and played with the slick folds inside.

“Take two of your fingers and slide them up inside of you, get them nice and wet.” She did as I demanded, her gasp of pleasure echoing above the falling water. “Yeah, Angel, that’s it. Nice and deep. Coat them with your cum. Now pull them out and rub your clit, lightly.”

Her legs shuddered when her fingertips made connection with her clit and I grinned with satisfaction. She was going to cum, for me. She was going to break apart into a beautiful orgasm because of my commands. It was a heady, intense feeling that seemed to light my entire body up. I practically vibrated with energy and the craving to bury myself in her was growing by the second. She’d be so hot, so wet…so primed to climax. Her orgasm would massage my dick, trying to suck my seed out as I fucked her.

The volume of her cries increased as she neared her peak, but before she could get there I had her up on the counter, the smooth curve of the countertop exposing her pussy to me. Her little clit visibly pulsed and I couldn’t help but smile like a bastard as she whimpered and moaned. Teasing her slit with the head of my cock, I nearly lost my load at the feeling of her bare labia against the sensitive underside of my dick. And the way she ground up into me, mindlessly seeking her release, tempted me to just sink myself into her.

Bare.

Shit, I never went bare, ever.

Both of us stilled as her churning hips caught the head of my cock against her entrance.

I burned with the need to push into her, to feel the promise of her cunt parting for me. Moving up just the slightest bit, I hissed at the unreal sensation of skin-to-skin contact with her pussy. I’d fucked my high school girlfriend bare, and that’s it. But those teenage memories had nothing on the steaming hot clamp of Lyric’s body.

“Oh, yes, please,” she moaned.

Cursing myself for being a bastard, I growled, “I’m clean, are you?”

“Yes.”

“Protected?”

“Mimi gives me a birth control shot every three months.”

Closing my eyes, I sank just a little bit deeper. “You want this?”

Using her arms as leverage, she arched and pushed herself onto me, slowly impaling me in her perfect cunt. My head rolled back on my neck like I was drunk, as destructive pleasure ripped through me. Everything…fuck, I could feel every ridge and ripple inside of her pussy, and the way her muscles fluttered around my shaft drove me mad. I slowly pulled back, and stared down at the sight of my bare dick leaving her grasping pussy, sticky with her cream. The push back in was just as good, maybe better, because Lyric rolled her hips into me and moaned.

“You feel amazing,” she whispered, her eyes closed and her face flushed. “How can you feel so good?”

Arrogant pride radiated through me as I angled my hips to stroke her just right, smiling bigger as she cried out, then gripped my forearms.

Rocking into her, I grasped the back of her neck. “Look at me.”

As she opened her eyes, I was so fucking turned on by the hunger burning through her. I could practically taste her desire, her need, and I wanted to give her everything. While I rode her willing body, I whispered to her how beautiful she was, how lucky I was to have her as my sweet girl, how much I loved fucking her. The more I talked, the hotter she got, until I was fucking a beautiful, writhing girl who chased her orgasm with abandon.

“That’s it, my sweet baby,” I purred. “I want you to cum on my dick. Understood? I want you to make Daddy’s cock all slick with your juice so he can fuck you hard.”

Lifting one of her legs to my shoulder, I opened her up and began to pound into her, gritting my teeth as she detonated beneath me. Her pussy snapped shut on my dick, clutching me so hard I had to use my strength to pull out. Her high-pitched scream made me worry someone might call the police, but the way she sobbed my name had my balls drawing up tight. My mind went blank, no room for anything but the primal need to empty myself into her. I pulled her close, pressing our bodies together as much as I could, dominating her.

She went limp beneath me, her moans soft and delicious as I savored those final few strokes that would send me over the edge. Already that burn was building and the pressure in my nuts was getting tight and painful. I was gonna cum, and it was going to be a massive load, I could feel it already.

“Daddy,” Lyric panted, “I want your cum.”

My eyelids fell shut and I groaned into her neck as I rutted atop her, all finesse gone and replaced by raw need. With a final stroke, my body seized up tight and I groaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain as I filled Lyric’s willing young body with hot spurts. Shivers raced down my spine as she stroked me, petting me and easing me down from my orgasm as I collapsed atop her. My heart was hammering, and I slowly pulled out, then turned on the sink and quickly washed both of us.

I easily lifted her limp form from the vanity and held her close. Moving quickly across the hotel bedroom, I lifted the sheets with one hand, then slid her into bed. Her giggles made me smile and I had to force myself to go about my nightly routine as I turned off the lights. After making sure the room was secure, I added an extra security measure to the door that would make it impossible for anyone to open, and then I slid into bed. There was a gun beneath the mattress already on my side, and I set my phone next to the bed before finally curving into Lyric’s warm body.

“Hustler?”

Spooning her, I arranged the pillows so she had something softer than my bicep to rest her head on. “Yeah, Angel?”

“When we get to Austin, we can only be friends, right?”

My happiness vanished, replaced with anger and pain. “Yeah.”

“Do you think we could take our time getting there? Like, I don’t know, take the long route?”

“I’m not sure how smart that would be. Every second I’m with you makes it even harder to give you up.”

“I’m not ready for this to end between us yet,” she whispered.

“Baby, I told you we can’t be—”

Her slender fingers rested on my lips, silencing me. “I know, trust me, I know. I just want another day with you. Please. Can we do that?”

Swan and Sarah might be pissed, but right at this moment, savoring Lyric in my arms was so fuckin’ perfect I couldn’t imagine not having it tomorrow. “Yeah, we can do that.”

Turning in my arms, she pressed her lips to mine. “Thank you.”

“No, Angel. Thank you. Thank you for bringing light to my darkness.”

“Thank you for helping me be strong. I was so scared at first when we were on the highway, there were so many cars around your motorcycle, but having my arms wrapped around you helped. I knew I was safe on the back of your motorcycle, that you’d never let anything happen to me. And when I acted like a weirdo at the gas station and stared at everything and everyone, you made it okay. You even took the time to explain to me how soda dispensers worked. And the slushie machines. You even showed me how to use a gas pump, and a credit card. You take such good care of me, Lorenzo.”

My heart shattered and I kissed her, hard, as I fell irrevocably in love with Lyric.

That made what happened the next morning all the worse.

It started with a phone call that set a brutal chain of events into motion, events I would regret for the rest of my life.