Lyric
His lips brushed my bottom and a bolt of pure, hot lust went straight to my pussy. The desire in his voice, the firmness of his touch, the way he seduced me with his words, all aroused me beyond anything I’d ever felt. He was pure, undiluted sex and I couldn’t believe he was caressing me. It was hard to focus on anything other than how he was making me feel. I’d been sad, frustrated, and overwhelmed for a long time. I needed someone to worship me, someone to take control. Most of all I needed someone to take me over, to overwhelm me and allow me to let go completely.
The idea of being able to trust Hustler was an aphrodisiac in itself, and I was already close to coming.
“I want you up and kneeling, facing the back of the couch with your hands on the windows.”
I hesitated, eyeing the glass. “Will anyone see me?”
“Nah, these windows are specially tinted. Besides, I wouldn’t share you with anyone for all the money in the world. You’re my Angel. Now kneel.”
I did as he asked, gasping slightly when he grasped my thigh and pulled my legs apart, making me slam my hands against the glass for balance with a loud thump.
Standing behind me, he started to move and I turned to look, but he gently gripped the back of my neck. “Eyes forward.”
Miffed, I did as he asked, then realized I could see our reflection in the window, faint, but there. His form was hazy as he stripped off his clothes, but I could still see that he had tattoos all over, and that his body was wide and solid with muscle. The men of my church are all well-built—we do too much physical activity maintaining the compound for anyone to be overweight—but Hustler was unlike any man I’d ever seen in person. He was the kind of guy I drooled over on the cover of my romance novels.
His big, rough hands smoothed over my shoulder, taking his time and playing with my hair. While some days I hated it, right now I loved how entranced Hustler seemed with my hair. He made a happy, growling noise that had me smiling as he basically petted me.
“You have fuckin’ beautiful hair, Angel. I want to wrap it around my fist and jerk off.” I almost turned around, but once again he kept me looking away from him. “Stay there.”
His hand left me and I wondered what he was doing, right up to the point he leaned back on the couch with his face between my legs. The soft flutter of his tongue against my sex had me keening softly, a sound he echoed with a guttural moan. I loved how vocal he was with his pleasure, letting me know that he was as aroused as I was.
Pulling back just a little, he said, “Be a good girl and ride Daddy’s face. He wants you to cum in his mouth.”
I sagged onto my forearms as he pretty much attacked my aching sex with his generous lips, my toes curling when he grasped my hips and forced me to basically smother him. His teeth bit me, soft at first, then harder, until he took my clit in his teeth and squeezed. The edge of pain sent me hurtling right into a bright, intense, and totally amazing orgasm that had me crying out his name. While I drifted down, he continued to lick at me, easing me down in the most wonderful way.
When he rolled me over to my back and then snagged a condom from his wallet, I didn’t protest. My eyes were almost closed and my limbs were loose, relaxed, and I was floating, yet aware of everything. The feeling of the leather beneath my sweat-slicked body, the soft throw pillow behind my head, the tickle of his leg hair against my thighs as he knelt between my legs.
“Lyric, look at me.”
I opened my eyes, then opened them wider as I took in the glory of Hustler’s nude body. He was amazingly built, but not too ripped. His thighs were thick, like tree trunks, tanned and solid. Yum. I found the tattoo of his name arched over his belly button to be incredibly sexy. Almost as sexy as his pierced dick. Sitting up, I reached for his shaft and grasped him firmly by the base of his super-thick erection. There, between his balls and his shaft, were a series of three silver rings. They were in a row, following the line of his erection to where his sac started. Fascinated, I stroked my fingers over the rings, loving the way his body responded to me.
“Holy shit, that feels good,” Hustler groaned.
“You’re pierced.”
“For our mutual pleasure.”
He said it in a cheesy way that had me smiling as I leaned closer. “Did it hurt?”
“Yeah, but you’ll find out soon why it was worth it. Now be a good girl and suck Daddy’s dick. You've got me so hard my cock fuckin' aches.”
I stroked his length, loving how hot and hard he was. My ex-boyfriend’s penis had been slenderer than Hustler’s, and I wondered what it would feel like to have the substantially larger and experienced man inside of me. Looking up at Hustler through my lashes, I gave him a hungry look as I took the flared, deep red crest of his erection between my lips. Softly, gently, I nibbled at the head and gave him little licks.
“That’s it, Angel. Kiss Daddy nice.”
I took his words literally and kissed my way down his cock until I was at his balls. I gave those three rings a kiss, then gently touched the tight and wrinkled surface of his sac. His big thighs twitched and I did it again, rewarded this time with a growl.
His voice came out in a strained, guttural growl. “Put your tongue on my nuts. Now.”
Licking my lips, I went to move, but Hustler must have been impatient. He gripped my hair hard enough to give me a little pain, then moved my head down to his full balls. I licked him then, allowing him to direct me with his grip, giving myself over to him. The thought that I was acting like his eager little sex slave only made me hotter, more wanton. I’d been afraid to get dirty with my ex-boyfriend, to give into my kinky desires. He was a lights-off missionary kind of guy, so this was the first time I’d ever gotten a chance to really be myself in bed.
The feeling was addictive, empowering, and even though Hustler was the one using my mouth, I was the one in control of his pleasure.
“You ready to let me into that tiny pussy?”
Nodding eagerly, or as much as I could with him holding my hair tight, I whispered against his dick, “Please, Lorenzo, fuck me.”
His cock jerked and I watched pre-cum leak out of the tip. “Like it when you say my name like that, all turned on and needy. You feelin’ empty?”
I groaned as he circled my nipple with his finger. “Yes.”
“Then lay back and spread those legs for me, Angel.”
My back hit the couch and I hesitated a moment, a flush heating me as I grabbed behind my knees and parted my legs. The position exposed all of me, and despite my desire for Hustler, I felt a little awkward. That is, until he began to rub my clit with his thumb.
“Such a pretty little cunt. So pink and tight. I’m going to fuck you until your pussy is rose red.” His finger gently pressed into my wet opening, but not enough to give me anything to clench down on. “Gonna put my cock right here.”
“Do it already!” I practically yelled.
He froze, then something seemed to come alive in his gaze. Something dark and commanding. His body seemed to grow larger as he tore the condom open, then rolled it down his length. “Say please.”
“Please,” I groaned. “Please fuck me.”
I’ve never needed a man as badly I did at that moment. Not even my dirtiest books had made my body throb for release like this, an ache that was painful. He fell on top of me, his shaft pressing against my entrance.
“Fuck, you’re hot, wet.”
I threw my arms around his neck and wrapped as much of my legs around his waist as I could. He was so broad and heavily muscled. All that strength felt glorious over me as he pressed my body into the couch. I don’t know if he was naturally smooth or what, but his back felt like satin beneath my fingers, and I realized his arms and armpits had no hair either. My thoughts about his manscaping shattered into a million pieces as he breached my entrance with the head of his cock.
Glorious.
“Eyes on me,” he demanded. “I want to watch your gorgeous face while I fuck you.”
I returned my gaze to his and smiled at him. Once again, his mercurial mood shifted and the harshness in his gaze faded a bit, replaced by something just as powerful—but gentle. When he smiled back, he eased inside of me and we both moaned. Thick, he was so thick, it was almost painful, and I squirmed beneath him, both wanting to get away and come closer. He held himself over me in an almost push-up position and his chest flexed. The sight of such hard, raw muscle over me had me leaning up and placing soft kisses on every inch of his silky-smooth skin. The only hair he had on his torso was a happy trail leading down to his lovely cock and trimmed pubic hair.
The memory of his naked body, combined with his building thrusts, had me rocking my hips into his, our tempo perfect. It was like we’d done this a million times together as we moved in perfect rhythm. His lips met mine in a demanding, but tender kiss, our tongues stroking each other as our thrusts slowed further.
“I’m so fuckin’ close to cumming,” he murmured against my mouth. “Your pussy is fucking amazing, Angel.”
I smiled and arched my back as he reached between us and began to quickly rub my clit. And by quickly, I mean faster than I thought it was possible for a man to do. I climaxed after what had to be only a few seconds, my cries filling the bus as waves of pleasure crashed through me.
“Fuck, yeah,” Hustler muttered as he slung one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me further. “Give all that sweetness to Daddy. I can feel your cum dripping down my balls. Fuck.”
Relaxed, and feeling unbelievably good, I flung my arms over my head and smiled. “I love your dick, Daddy.”
His movements stopped and he shook on top of me, a full-body vibration that made me shiver in turn. “Fuck, stay still.”
I didn’t want to stay still; I wanted to watch Hustler come.
Squeezing down with my inner muscles, I almost laughed at the shocked, yet pained, expression on Hustler’s handsome face. “Damn it, Lyric. You’re going to make me lose it.”
I squeezed him rhythmically with my pussy, loving the way he hissed and swore, but didn’t pull out. A harsh red graced the pronounced curve of his cheekbones, and his kiss-swollen lips were parted as he panted. From his broad shoulders to his thick calves, he was straining for control, straining to resist me. Shifting so my legs were on either side of his hips, my feet on the couch, I began to rub myself up and down his shaft while squeezing.
He gave me a wild look. “You want it that bad?”
“Please, Lorenzo, give it to me.”
“Then it’s yours,” he purred, as he gripped my hips and began to plunge into me.
Closing my eyes, I enjoyed the rush of sensations his hard dick was pulling from me. He was so engorged I felt like I was being pleasured by a man made of stone, and I reached out blindly, touching every inch of him that I could. A bolt of sadness that this would be my only chance to be with Hustler tried to take over my pleasure, but Hustler was having none of it.
“Want your cunt to suck my cum out, Angel,” he growled. “Want that pussy to gush for Daddy.”
Goodness, every time he said “Daddy,” it was like drinking down a shot of pure lust. My body responded to his instructions and when Hustler stiffened and yelled, “Fuck yes, I’m cummin’,” I went over the edge with him. His cock jerked inside of me as my inner walls rippled with each contraction of my climax, our bodies pressed tight together, our mouths fused. My heart beat so loud it was all I could hear, and when he collapsed and rolled us to our side, I was still struggling to catch my breath.
“Unbelievable,” Hustler groaned. “Never felt anything like that. Damn, little girl, you’ve got me all tied up in knots, thinkin’ things I shouldn’t be thinkin’.”
My mouth refused to work, but my body was all too eager to cuddle up next to him. I threw my arm over his chest, then sighed as he pulled me over so I was lying on top of him, my head over his heart. The steady thrum relaxed me further, and I sprawled out over him like a cat enjoying the sunshine. He lifted the heavy mass of my hair over my shoulder, then began to rub my back.
“Fantastic,” I moaned. “You have wonderful hands.”
“Just relax, Angel, and let me do this for you.”
I moved my head enough to kiss his chest. “Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me for this. Touching you is…it’s one of the best things I’ve ever experienced. You’re dangerous, addictive. I don’t wanna give you up.”
“Then don’t,” I replied in a tired murmur.
He made some noise that I couldn’t interpret and began to massage my head.
After a while, when I was so close to sleep I couldn’t be sure if it was a dream or not, I heard him whisper, “Goodnight, my sweet Angel.”