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girls, ones that he’d
met in the fight rings he occasionally participated in, others when he was too
drunk to know better. He didn’t want to be too hardcore with Lyric, though,
because she wasn’t like those sluts he’d been with. She wasn’t like the women
that just wanted him because they thought he was strong, and had watched him
beat someone’s ass.
    Being
with Lyric, wanting her, was far different from anything he’d ever experienced
before. He didn’t want to fuck this up by being a brute.
    “Landon,
let’s go upstairs.” Her head was against the wall, and he latched his mouth
onto her arched throat, licking at the pulse that was beating rapidly beneath
her ear. She tasted sweet, like vanilla and honey. The flavor bathed his tongue
in a sweet flavor.
    His
cock was throbbing, the need to just get off strong.
    “Damn,
Lyric, you can’t say shit like that to me because I’ll unload right in your
hand.”
    She
gasped.
    He
pressed his erection farther into her hand, fucking himself in nice, slow, and
long motions. “You see what you do to me?” he murmured against her throat.
    “God,
yes I do.” She turned her head and he felt her warm breath skate along his
cheek. Before he knew what she was doing she grabbed his wrist, pulled his hand
away from the wall, and moved it between their bodies.
    “Touch
me,” she whispered.
    He
made quick work of unbuttoning and unzipping her pants, and then he pushed his
hand down her panties, sliding his fingers through her saturated folds. She was
so wet she felt smooth, like silk. A deep groan left him. He closed his eyes,
and rested his forehead on the wall beside her neck.
    “Fuck,
Lyric. You’re so primed and ready for me.” He rubbed her clit, moved his
fingers down to her pussy hole, but didn’t penetrate her, just teased the
opening.“How does that feel?”
      “It feels so good.”
    He
continued to squeeze her breast with his hand, the mound soft and giving, big
and round.
    “Yeah
it does.” He pressed his hips into her a little harder, and she gripped his
bicep, digging her nails into the flesh.
    Before
he lost all control and rationalization he pulled away from her, but held onto
her hand and led them to her room. Once upstairs he shut the door, closing them
in, and immediately pressed her up against the wall again.
    They
continued kissing, and he wanted to fuck her so badly, wanted to be deep inside
of her. Pulling back was pretty damn hard, but when he was a few feet from her
all he could do was stare at her, thinking about what it would feel like to
have her pressed right up against him, her body his, her moans for him alone.
    He
wouldn’t lie and say he didn’t have a buzz going from the drinks he’d had at
the party, and knew she probably had a little one going on, as well. Hell, his
knuckles throbbed still from knocking out Devon. But Landon still had the
energy in him, all that adrenaline from the fight, and from needing Lyric so
damn badly. He was clear-headed enough to know what he was doing with her right
now, and how he had no intentions of stopping.
    He
looked over his shoulder and saw her bed, imagined her lying on it naked, her
legs spread, her body his for the taking. Damn, his cock jerked and his balls
drew up at the thought and images playing through his head.
    He
faced her again, his pulse pounding in his ears, his palms sweating, and his
arousal so intense he could get off from looking at her alone. “Come here.”
    She
pushed away from the wall, her body all curves. But Landon wanted her naked for
him, wanted every part of her bared. When she stood just inches from him he
couldn’t help but breathe in her scent. Damn, she smelled so fucking good.
    For
a second all Landon did was stand there, looking his fill of her, and breathing
in her scent until it was engrained in his head.
    “I
want you to touch me again, Landon.”
    He
could have groaned from her words.
    Christ, I have to have her.
    He
pulled her toward him, maybe too