Lyric

Have you ever been woken up by someone gently kissing your neck? Soft, slow kisses with lots of tongue? If you haven’t, I would highly recommend it. Full, gentle lips caressed the sensitive skin along the column of my throat, sending tingles racing through me with electric sparks. My mind drifted up from sleep, the rasp of a man’s scruff lighting my flesh on fire. Cool sheets felt delicious against my naked flesh as I rubbed my legs against his hairy calves. The warmth of his body pressing into mine pulled me awake, and when I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Hustler smiling down at me.

A sleepy-eyed, smiling, aroused Hustler.

His hard cock pressed into my belly, and he kept flexing his hips in little jerky, involuntary motions. I could feel the wetness on the tip of his cock, and I reached between us, rubbing my thumb over the deep purple head of his erection. He had a beautiful dick, dark and perfect, with neatly trimmed pubic hair. The triple piercing along his shaft highlighted how thick his erection was, and I paused to play with the rings.

“Mmm, baby likes her toy,” he chuckled.

Laughing, I rubbed my nose against his. “Yes, she does.”

He hugged me tight, and whispered, “Morning, Lyric.”

“Morning, Lorenzo,” I whispered back.

Rubbing his hand over my back, he slid his hand down the curve of my waist to my hip, then squeezed. “What do you want to do today, Angel?”

“Stay in bed with you.”

“Tempting, but I was thinkin’ we need to get you some clothes before we hit Austin. I may not know much about women, but I do know that you want to fit in, not stand out. While you look fucking hot in leggings, you’re probably gonna want more than one outfit. We’ll find some clothes that show off that thick, curvy ass of yours.” I tried to look away, embarrassed, but he made me look him in the eye again. “Uh-uh, you got no reason to blush. You’re beautiful. So pretty it makes my heart ache. You may not believe me now, but someday you’ll see what I see when I look at you. You’ll know your own worth. Now what would you like to do today?”

Feeling a little grumpy, and uncomfortable with his praise, I said, “What I want to do is not be super-serious today.”

Slowly his hand moved over my ass, the callouses scratching my skin as he tightened his grip. “We can do that.”

“And I’d like to go shopping with you. Mimi taught me how to dress, but she has her own style. I want to wear clothes that I want. The kind of clothes I’ve seen in movies, and magazines. I want to look attractive. Like a woman. I want to finally be able to dress myself.”

“You’re in control,” he murmured. “I’m just here to look pretty.”

An unexpected giggle burst out of me, and I both loved and hated how quickly he could snap me out of an angry mood. “Stop making it so hard to be irritated with you!”

Pressing his erection into me, he began to slowly, gently, kiss the side of my neck again. The movement of his lips over the nerves in my neck lit me on fire, drawing a choked gasp from me.

“Babe, not gonna apologize for that.”

I flipped him over onto his back, something he allowed because there was no way in heck I could turn his strong body against his will. Moving to straddle him, I peered down into his rapidly darkening eyes, realizing that I was completely naked. Heck, I’d been wrapped around him all night as we slept. Waking up from a bad dream, in his arms, had been the best feeling ever. The relief of being with him instantly slayed my nightmares and I’d clung to him all night. I don’t think he minded, because Hustler slept like a dead man with me wrapped up in his arms.

He actually smiled in his sleep, and cuddled me.

But he wasn’t in a cuddling mood now.

Bracing his hands on my hips, he swept me up his body until he cradled my breasts, hefting their weight with a groan. “Best fuckin’ tits I’ve ever seen. And so, so soft. Except for these pretty nipples of yours.”

His thumbs swept over the super-sensitive tips of my breasts, and I shuddered slightly. He’d been rough with them the night before, and they still felt tender. Heck, all of me was feeling a little used and abused, but my pussy was still getting very wet and the proof of my arousal slid onto his solid abs.

Sitting up a little bit, he scooted back so he was leaning against the padded headboard of the bed, his eyes closing as he ran the tip of his tongue over my nipple.

“Oh, yes,” I breathed. “Please.”

He already had me conditioned to beg, to know if I did it sweetly enough he’d give me what I wanted.

Sliding his cock so it slipped between my labia, he teased me with the piercing.

With a low growl, he began to work my clit with the head of his erection. “So wet for me.”

“Always,” I whispered. “I can’t get enough of you. Please, I need you inside of me.”

With a lecherous grin he leaned back, then laced his hands behind his head, looking totally relaxed. “Ride me. Grab my dick and hold it tight, then fill your pretty pussy up with me. But go slow. I don’t want you hurting yourself.”

I did as he commanded, getting off on how in control he appeared as he watched me. There was a certain authority that surrounded him, no matter the situation. It turned me on something fierce to be under his care, his control. Rubbing my hands over his big chest, then down to his stomach, I quickly reached the throbbing length of him. Despite his calm expression, his breath hitched, then held as I began to caress his length while squatting over him.

“Goddamn, that’s a beautiful cunt.” His biceps flexed, and so did his hips. “Can’t wait to feel those delicate lips spreading for me.”

I moaned aloud as the thick, mushroom-shaped head of his erection pressed into me. There was a slight sting of pain, but it was quickly washed away as Hustler reached out and began to play with my clit. I started to ride him faster, but he slapped my breasts, startling me into stopping.

“I said slow and easy. I won’t have you hurting yourself. That’s my pussy now, and I take care of things that belong to me. Now I’m going to get you off, but I can see I’m going to have to take control. You’re too young, too undisciplined.”

“Hey…” I tried to roll away, but ended up somehow on my back, with his shaft pushing into me.

“Shush,” he said, in a whisper so seductive I think I had a pre-orgasm shock, my insides clenching down on him, attempting to pull him deeper inside of me. “And take me.”

My wail had an almost feline sound to it as he sat up more, so his lower abs pressed against my clit. “Lorenzo!”

“Mmm, I can feel you starting to pulse around me, to get hot and soft. Drives me crazy when you’re wet like this. Makes it feel like I’m fucking perfect silk.”

Collapsing onto the bed, I ground my pussy against him, the feeling of my clit being rubbed just right, combined with his length sliding in and out of me, was so good. I held him close as we moved together, the roll of his hips like dancing. When I say that man had moves, I mean he had moves. Undulating thrusts of his powerful body that had me seeing stars, followed by deep thrusts that rubbed me inside just right.

“I can feel it getting closer,” he whispered against my neck, his body tensing. “You’re going to milk my cum out of me like a good girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

This earned me a growl and he grabbed my ass with both hands, then held me still as he began to move faster. “Where do you want my cum?”

Feeling oh-so-deliciously naughty, and slightly filthy, I moaned, “Inside of me.”

“Want me to fill you up with my cum?”

“Yes, yes. Please, yes. I want it, Daddy.”

He snarled a few curse words, then sealed his mouth over mine, moving faster and making my pussy throb with the need for release. Kissing me harder, he started to smack my ass as he took me, and that pain blossomed through me. My toes curled and my whole body tensed as I hovered on the edge of release. Twining my legs around his, I began to cum, hard. He let out a pained groan and bucked against me, his head thrown back as he shuddered.

“Yeah, get your cream all over my cock,” he said in a voice so deep it vibrated through me. “Fuck, yeah.”

I was languid with pleasure as he slammed me down all the way, my body flushed with endorphins and accepting every inch of him. The pulse of his release was so strong I could feel it, and my poor oversensitive pussy clenched helplessly around him. Each time he twitched, I squeezed and rubbed my clit against his pelvis. After a few minutes of this, Hustler finally pulled out, and a rush of fluid followed.

“You made a mess,” I panted.

“I think you drained me dry,” he groaned, but his smile was wide. “Let’s get cleaned up, then we’ll head out.”