Page 20 of Flawless Lyric

“Yes…I’m going to come.”

With her head tipped back, I wrap my arms around her and fist her hair. Her slender neck is now exposed for me to feed. For licking, nipping, and sucking until she comes undone in my arms. I don’t relent, and with my arms braced on her shoulders, I thrust up over and over again. Pounding into her sweet cunt, prolonging her orgasm.

When my spine tingles and my balls tighten I know it’s my turn.

“Fuck. I’m gonna fill you with my come, Beauty…” and I do.

She swallows my every moan as her lips crash into mine. Her pussy milks my cock as my body shudders from the aftermath. We’re both spent and her feral kisses turn slow and steady. Causing my cock to twitch inside of her. Getting ready for another round of pleasure with this stunning woman.

Leaning her head against my shoulder she says, “Who needs to go to the gym when I get a workout like that for free?” Damn straight.

“I hear ya.” She squeals when I slap her ass and lift her up, hoping I don’t leave a trail behind us as I carry her into the bathroom.

Walking into the shower with her still wrapped around me, I set the water and flip the switch. We’re doused with a waterfall, and I can’t stop myself from kissing the fuck out of her again. Leaving her lips bruised and swollen. Marking this woman as mine.

“Are you sore, Beauty?” Stupid question. She has to be after she did all the damn work.

“No, but I will be tomorrow.” She chuckles as I set her on her feet and grab my body wash. Eager to get her nice and squeaky clean. Who am I kidding? I just can’t keep my hands off of her when she’s near me. Let alone naked in my shower.

After we finish washing each other, we towel off and walk into my bedroom. I throw on a pair of clean boxers and get ready to find something for her to wear, since I insisted she stay the night. Now she’s fighting me tooth and nail.

“Absolutely not. Novalee will worry if my car isn’t there and I don’t want her to call the police. Or Jeff, which would be much worse. He’d bombard me with a million questions.” This woman still doesn’t understand that she doesn’t need to answer to him anymore.

“Okay, Beauty. Just know that when she goes to school, you will be warming my bed at night. I want you to go to the office looking sated and tousled, so Mom knows you’re fucking someone.”

“Stop! If Ruth ever finds out I’m sleeping with her son, it would be the end of our friendship.”

“Nah. She’d be shocked, but it would take a lot more than that for her to be angry at you.” When she looks sad, I lift her chin. “Seriously, Beauty. We have nothing to feel guilty about. We didn’t plan this, it just happened.”

“The first time it just happened. But if she finds out that it’s continuing after I know who you are, it could be catastrophic.”

“You worry too much, Beauty. Mom is not vindictive. She’s forgiving. Trust me. I know Ruth Monroe far better than you do.”

My stomach interrupts us with a growl, and we both laugh. “Let’s check the fridge and see what’s lurking inside.”

Opening my dresser drawer, I hand her one of my Rebel Riot concert Tees. I bet it fits her like a glove in all the right places. Girl’s got curves to die for. I know I can’t keep my hands off of her.

“Lurking? Should I be worried?” I chuckle because the frightened look on her face is priceless.

“I promise there’s no green stuff growing on it. Yet.” When she wrinkles her nose, I laugh. I can’t help it with this girl, she’s so expressive. “Come see for yourself.”

Threading my fingers through hers, we walk barefoot into the kitchen. I’m on a mission since my stomach’s in need of sustenance. Opening the fridge, we both peer inside, half expecting to see something hideous in there. Nothing. I do see some leftovers that Mom sent over, so I grab that container. There’s enough to feed the both of us.

“Are you allergic to shellfish?” She shakes her head as I open the cover. “Good. Mom makes a killer shrimp risotto and I happen to have some leftovers.”

“Yum. Ruth’s been bringing in leftovers when she works at the office, and I’ve sampled a few. Delicious. She’s an amazing cook. I’d fight to the death for anything she made.”

“No need to fight, Beauty. I’ll gladly share with my favorite girl.” Kissing the tip of her nose, I grab a few bowls out of the cabinet and heap a generous portion into each. With more than enough leftovers for another day. Placing the bowl in the microwave, I position a splatter cover over it and hit the timer. Now we wait.

“Wow, it smells so good already I’m salivating.” I agree. The spices Mom uses are her secret weapon.

“She loves to experiment with family recipes and tweak them up to see if her sisters can figure out what makes them unique. It’s been a game of sorts that they’ve played for twenty years or so. One of them is always trying to best the other.” Mom’s claimed that she’s won more than any of them.

“I’ve always cooked because I’ve had to, not because I’ve wanted to,” Lyric says. When the bell dings, I remove the cover and warm up mine.

“I’m sure you have your own arsenal of recipes and they’re delish. Now grab a fork out of that drawer and dig in.” I pull out the stool so she can sit at the island. I’ll join her shortly.

“Oh my god this is heavenly. Best risotto I’ve ever had and I’ve def had a few in my lifetime. Wow.” Another ding and I grab a fork and join her.

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