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She
grew even wetter when the tips of her fingers didn’t touch as she held him in
her hand.
    “God
damn that feels good.” He leaned in an inch so their lips were a hairsbreadth
apart. “It feels really fucking good having your hand on my cock.”
    When
Lyric started stroking him in short motions, Landon’s chest rose and fell even
harder, slightly faster. He let go of her waist with one hand and placed it on
the wall beside her head, bracing himself above her as he leaned in just a
small fraction closer.
    They
shared the same air as they looked into each other’s eyes. Her pussy was so
wet, her panties soaked. Her nipples were hard, as well, the material moving
along the hardened peaks in an annoying, almost painful way.
    Lyric
licked her lips and pulled his shaft out from the confines of the material. She
loved that a small groan left him after the fact. He closed his eyes and once
again rested his forehead on hers when she started stroking him from root to
tip, touching every part of his dick.
    “Yeah,
that’s it, Lyric baby.”
    A
tingling sensation slammed into her pussy after he spoke, and she felt her
throat tighten.
    “You
want me to kiss you? Want me to take possession of you?” He had his eyes open
again, looking right at her.
    He
was toying with her, and she wanted to scream out that it wasn’t fair, that she
needed this now.
    “Yes,
kiss me—” Before she even got the last word out he slammed his mouth on hers
with enough force her head fell back against the wall. His cock felt like it
jerked in her grasp, growing harder, bigger even. He speared his tongue between
her lips, fucking her mouth like she wanted him to do between her thighs.
    When
Landon groaned against her lips and thrust his hips forward and pulled back,
fucking himself in her grasp, she moaned, as well. A tingling started inside of
her, intensifying and spreading throughout her entire body. He didn’t stop
kissing her as he started a slow, steady thrust of his hips, further pushing
his erection in her hand then 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 word out.
Maybe starting this had been a bad idea, but she sure as hell wasn’t going to
stop it.

Chapter
Eight
     
    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