Page 38 of Fighting the Odds

I nod, unable to form words.

“Good, can I taste you?”

“Yes,” I mewl.

Cyrus slips his hand from my panties and takes them by the waistband, pulling them down my legs. His eyes stay focused on my pussy, staring like a man seeing one for the first time.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Sierra.” His words settle something inside me, and tension I didn’t realize I was holding disappears.

He lies down on his stomach and slips an arm under my leg, his fingers gripping my thigh tightly. He uses his other hand to spread my lips.

My body shivers as excitement courses through me. I’ve longed to know what this would be like, and it’s happening with Cyrus.

He blows warm air along my slit, and I buck up involuntarily.

I lift my head and gaze down my body, only to catch him staring back at me, a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eyes.

Keeping eye contact, he flattens his tongue and licks from my ass to my clit.

I moan loudly as my head falls back and my eyes close.

He licks circles around my tiny nub, flicking back and forth, before biting down softly, rolling it along his teeth.

“Oh god, that feels so good,” I cry out.

His laugh vibrates against me, sending electricity through my body and pushing me closer to the edge.

If it feels this good just from him having his mouth on me, I can only imagine how it will be when his cock is buried deep inside of me.

He shakes his head left to right as he grips my clit with his teeth, devouring me, and I moan. I want more. I want him. I need him.

Fuck not having condoms!

There’s a slight intrusion, jerking me out of my haze. I look down and he’s pushing the tip of his finger into my hole. When he pulls out, he pushes it back in a little deeper until it’s fully inside. I groan as my core clenches around it.

“You’re so fucking tight, you’re clamping down on my finger. I’m going to put another in you, okay?”

“Okay,” comes from me breathlessly.

He pulls out and runs his tongue around my clit before slowly sliding two fingers inside me, scissoring them, stretching my walls.

I’m burning up, feeling an intense pressure inside me, driving me towards climax. I’ve done it before, but the pleasure I’m feeling right now is on a whole new level. Self- pleasure has never felt this good.

With each thrust of his hand, he ravishes me with his tongue, growing faster and more intense. My fingers slide through his hair, gripping the strands tightly, pressing his face closer to me.

My actions spur him on, causing his grip on my thigh to tighten. I’m sure I will have bruises there tomorrow.

Then it hits me.

“Oh god, I’m coming!” I cry out as fireworks explode behind my eyes. The pleasure crashes over me, taking my breath away.

“That’s it, baby, come all over my fingers, coat them with your juices.”

Cyrus praises me, telling me how amazing I taste and how he can’t wait to have me fully. I’m completely lost in the sensations coursing through my body. After a minute, I finally come back to earth and my body turns to jello, melting into the mattress. I’m soaked in sweat and my heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest as I try to catch my breath. I have never experienced anything like this before.

There’s a slight tug as he pulls his fingers out and I moan, opening my eyes in time to watch him stick them in his mouth, licking them like a sucker. The sight alone sends me over the edge again. It’s fucking hot!

“Mmm. You taste delicious. Stay still, I’m going to get a rag to clean you.” He climbs off the bed, a large tent in his boxers, and I blush, knowing I did that.

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