Page 42 of Fighting the Odds

Cyrus

After all the times I’ve imagined my cock being buried deep inside her warm little pussy, it’s finally happening.

I walk slowly to her bedroom, holding her as gently as I can. She’s better since the beating her aunt’s asshole scumbag of a man gave her, but I still worry about hurting her. I can’t wait to run into him. By the time I’m done, he will beg me to kill him and I will take pleasure in stomping the breath out of him.

I walk through the door and head straight for her bed, sitting her down on the edge of it. Taking a step back, I rub the pad of my thumb over my bottom lip. She’s beautiful. Her pupils are blown wide, and she’s breathing heavily.

I grab the bottom of my shirt and pull it over my head in one quick motion, my muscles flexing as I do. Her tongue snakes out across her lips as she lets out a breathy moan.

Unbuttoning my jeans, I slide them and my boxers down, letting them drop to the floor. My cock bounces and I grip the shaft, stroking the length, tugging slightly on my mushroom head. I keep my eyes on her the entire time. She stares back, squeezing her legs together with her bottom lip pulled between her teeth.

Stepping up to her, my cock is at the perfect level with her mouth. But tonight isn’t about my pleasure, it’s for her. Sierra needs to know how amazing and memorable sex can and should be. Not something that haunts her for the rest of her life from a night she can’t remember.

“Are you sure you want this?” I ask, needing the reassurance that I’m not pressuring her into something she’s not ready for.

“I am.” She quickly pulls her shirt over her head and tosses it on the floor. Her hardened nipples push against the thin fabric of her bra.

I grip her hands in mine and help her stand. She’s so close, I can feel her warm breath on my bare chest. Reaching behind her, I unhook her bra and let it slide down her arms to the floor. When I look down at her, I swallow hard as the nerves set in. I’ve seen her bare breasts many times, but this is different. More intimate. She’s mine.

I lean down, placing a kiss on her smooth neck, and her body trembles under my touch. As I glide my fingertips down her arm, a gasp slips between her lips. She’s so responsive. Her little noises make my blood pump faster.

I trail kisses down her neck, to her breasts, flicking my tongue across one of her hardened peaks, then suck it into my mouth. Her body jerks and she moans, running her hands through my hair. I pull off it with a pop and blow on it, causing her skin to pebble.

I get down on my knees and slip my fingers into the waistband of her leggings, pulling them down her slender legs.

“Hold on to my shoulders, baby.”

When she grips my shoulders, my cock twitches just from the touch. She lifts one foot at a time and I pull her leggings off until she’s left in nothing. I rake my eyes up her body, committing the sight to memory.

“Sit on the edge of the bed, Sierra.”

She steps back, her legs hitting the edge of the mattress, and clumsily sits down.

“Good girl. Now spread your legs and let me see my pussy.”

She hesitates, and her cheeks pinken. It’s fucking adorable that she’s embarrassed in front of me, but dancing for strangers half-naked doesn’t bother her.

I clear my throat, and when she doesn’t move, I take hold of her knees, giving them a reassuring squeeze before pushing them apart. Her pussy shines in the light, glistening with arousal.

Leaning in, I run my nose up the inside of her thigh, inhaling her delicious scent. I move over and suck her clit into my mouth. She instantly grips my hair, bucking her hips up and pressing her pussy into my face.

A perfect way to die, smothered by her cunt.

I don’t stop, sucking and nibbling on her tender little bud as I slip a finger inside her tight little hole. I slowly pump it in and out, curling the tip of my finger so I can hit her G-spot each time I do.

She cries out as her body leans back and her feet come up off the floor, wrapping around my head, trapping it between her thighs. She hums and I slip another finger inside her channel, scissoring them back and forth, stretching her walls.

Her heels dig into my back, urging me forward, hinting that she’s close. I want her to orgasm before I fill her up with my dick, replacing vacant memories of that night as new ones flush in, taking over.

“Oh my god, Cyrus, stop, I’m gonna come,” she cries out as her thighs squeeze my head, and her grip on my hair tightens.

Oh no, sweet girl. I’m not stopping. I thrust my fingers in faster as I suck her clit harder. I roll it between my teeth gently and bite down. That’s the push she needed. Her whole body tenses up as she falls over the edge, covering my fingers with her juices.

I don’t stop until her body relaxes. When I pull out my fingers, her legs drop to the floor and I lick her slit, not wanting to waste a drop of her sweet juices.

I’ve tasted other girls, but none taste as delicious as she does. Sierra Jones is the endgame for me, and I’m ready to do whatever it takes to show her that.

Sitting back, Iwipe my mouth with the back of my hand before sucking each finger that had been inside her sweet hole.

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