Lyon
Chapter 50

I got us home in record time and was undressing us both as we made our way up the stairs. How we managed to k**s and undress as we climbed without breaking our damn necks is a mystery but we made it to the bed in one piece.

“Sit on my face babe I feel like having dessert after all.” She climbed on the bed still wearing those f**k me heels. Taking her h**s in my hands I brought her p***y down to my watering mouth.

Her p***y was crying out for my attention again. “Ooh, your tongue feels so good.”

I teased her with my stiff tongue, squeezing her a*s cheeks together as our eyes held over my head.

I flicked my eyes down once and she understood, good girl; we’ve been practicing that shit. Reaching behind her, she stroked my c**k to fullness.

“F**k me.” I growled at her. She scooted down my body and sat on my c**k, her face scrunched up in concentration as she struggled to fit all of me inside her.

“Give me one of your legs.” She stretched one leg up to me so I could play with her ankle in those f*****g heels. What was it about her in high heels that made me like a raging bull?

She was sitting on my c**k in a gymnast’s split, one knee bent at our sides, the other leg stretched up to my head.

“Put your hands on my chest and take what’s yours.” My c**k bent almost in half when she started her ride until she got the hang of it but when she did she owned my shit.

“F**k babe, I want to take you from behind.” I pulled out, lifted her off me and helped her to her knees still in those f**k me heels. There is something so f*****g hot about that.

Her a*s was in the air, her p***y peeping through the opening of her thighs and I couldn’t help stealing another suck and lick of her sweet flesh from behind.

I ate her p***y, making sure to tongue f**k her clit in between licking her deep and her juices once again overflowed into my mouth.

“Please Colt, hurry.” Oh yeah, my baby was gone her voice was strained and there was a slight tremble in her body. I rubbed my c**k ring teasingly along her p***y opening before driving home.

I loved that little jerking motion she did when I hit bottom before she clamped down on my c**k. The sight of my name on her flesh made me f*****g crazed and I pounded into her furiously.

“Mine-mine-mine.” I dug in as my mind and body was consumed with her, by her. She arched her back and came with a loud cry.

***

Needless to say we missed the movie but all in all I think she was happy with the way the night ended. Things fell back into a routine; mom still called every day asking if I’d popped the question yet and Tuesday nights at the Lyon’s house was a hodgepodge of crazy.

Cyrus my man is now a fixture who had been embraced by the whole family like a long-lost uncle. Stacy and Emory were trying to talk him into getting more paint to add to the one he’d got during his stint in the army. Turns out Cy was special forces.

Surprisingly, mom and Angel have come to some sort of understanding where Cyrus is concerned but there had been some tense moments there in the beginning.

I’d started to intervene when it had looked like they were going to start a tug-of-war literally, but Cy had pulled me aside with a stern warning.

“Son, don’t ever get between two women and something they want, you’ll never win. Let them hash it out and we’ll just go along with whatever they decide.” Best advice I’ve ever received if you ask me. In the end they worked that shit out between them satisfactorily and peace reigned once more.

Drake Sloan was also a new addition to the Tuesday night dinners because that’s mom’s way. It was the one day a week Kat was guaranteed to see her dad since both their schedules kept them from much else, though I know they spoke often on the phone.

Tina was Tina, some days she was cool and others she’d get a bee in her bonnet about something and I’d have to put her in her place until she calmed the f**k down again.

My girl still calls me sir when she wants me to f**k and we were getting more and more into her secret likes; my baby do like her kink.

I still had yet to pierce her belly button which I planned on dong this weekend right after I had my name tattooed right across the top of her pubis. Stacy thought I was sick for wanting to do that but when I mentioned it to my baby she’d gotten so hot it had taken two rounds of hard pounding to satisfy her needy p***y.

I’ve still been keeping up with what was going on with the situation in Arizona and Taylor’s still listed as a missing person. There’s nothing new there and the cops have no leads.

Of course his parents are all over the news now lying about their saintly son, meanwhile more and more women were coming out of the woodwork with allegations of rape and other terrorizing ordeals at the hands of that sadistic prick; made it easier to live with the guilt of ending him.