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Goose
I don’t really know what the hell I came up on, but whatever it was, I could tell Lyssa wasn’t happy. And now, as she slammed the door behind her, I wasn’t sure what to do. I wanted to follow her, but she clearly could use a minute. So, there was always the option of getting the now-crazy, hysterical woman to get back in her car and talk her into leaving. But was that what Lyssa wanted? I, of course, knew who she was when I pulled up. Even if I hadn’t done a little bit of stalking Lyssa and her sister when I first met Lyssa, it was kind of hard not to tell the two were related. The two looked very much alike, and there was no question they were related in some fashion.
“Well, follow her, you big idiot.”
Emilia shoved me towards the house, shooing me away with an annoyed look on her face. Turning, I did as she said and followed Lyssa, hesitating only for a second at the closed door before slowly opening it. Lyssa was on the couch, her head in her hands. The sight was enough to have me moving a little faster as I closed the distance between the two of us. Kneeling in front of her, I pulled her hands away from her face gently. Her watery eyes met mine for a moment before she threw herself at me. Her arms wrapping around my shoulders, her face burying into my neck. Thankfully, I was half expecting this kind of reaction and was somewhat ready for it. I stumbled a little but was able to regain my balance quickly as I wrapped my arms around her waist and picked her up enough to turn us around, so I was sitting on the couch, and she was straddling my lap. We stayed like that for a while. I let her cry for as long as she needed. When she was ready, she set up wiping the tears off her face.
“I’m sorry, I’m such a mess.”
Shaking my head, I helped her wipe the last of the stray tears off her cheeks.
“I am guessing that is your sister?”
Sighing, she nodded.
“Want to talk about it?”
Shaking her head, she wiped at another stray tear.
“She’s not why you came here to talk to me.”
Shrugging, I slid my hands up her thighs slowly.
“What I wanted to talk about can wait.”
Sighing, she shook her head.
“Fine, but first, how did you know she was my sister?”
Shrugging, I gripped her hips and pulled her closer.
“I may have started doing a little stalking of you when we first met, but I only got as far as knowing you have a sister and the two of you were raised by your grandparents. I stopped searching after I got that much, so you could tell me what information you wanted me to know about you, when you wanted to.”
Raising an eyebrow, she stared at me for a long heartbeat before shaking her head.
“That’s kind of creepy, you know that, right?”
I shrugged.
“Does that mean you aren’t going to tell me what you meant by asking her if she ever tries for men you haven’t screwed?”
Snorting, she laughed before shaking her head.
“Nope, I think I am going to save that story for my next boyfriend.”
Reaching up with one hand, I tucked a stray hair behind her ear, letting my fingers linger on her skin.
“What if that’s what I came here to talk to you about? What if I want to be your next boyfriend?”
She shook her head.
“What about your no relationship rule?”
Shrugging, I brushed my fingers down her neck.
“I will just add it in with the rest of my rules I have broken.”
Raising an eyebrow, her fingers played with the small hairs at the back of my head.
“What other rules?”
Running my fingers back up and around her neck, my fingers tangled in her hair, allowing me to get a good fistful of her hair and pull her down closer so our lips were nearly touching.
“Among the many, no kissing on the lips was one of the first ones I broke with you. Not to mention sleeping over, and returning for seconds, let alone thirds. Only to name a few of them.”
Our lips collide, neither of us able to hold back any longer. Her hips move on my lap, causing a moan to work its way up my throat. My d**k hardening instantly demanding to be free. My brain, on the other hand, demands I pull away. But then her hips move again, and my brain shuts up. My fingers untangle themselves from her hair, freeing my hand up to join the other one as I break our kiss just long enough to pull her shirt up and over her head, tossing it away from us. Next up is her bra. Then I am picking her up and flipping her on her back on the couch, allowing me to strip her of her pants and underwear.
Once she is free of all her clothing, she sits up and helps me as much as she can with me on my knees in front of the couch. My pants only make it to my knees before she has the condom rolled down my c**k, and I am pulling her halfway off the couch and thrusting into her. Pausing for a moment, I had to calm myself so I didn’t c*m instantly. Her whimpers of protest at my pausing most definitely didn’t help. But I was able to gain some control before starting a fast, punishing rhythm she easily matched.
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