Page 43 of Fighting the Odds

“That was amazing, Cyrus.” She steadies herself on the side of the bed, her eyes dropping to my very hard cock with pre-cum seeping from its slit. “Can I… umm… do you now?”

God, I love her innocence. But if I let her use her pink puffy lips on me, it’ll be over before it ever starts. .

“No baby, if you put your mouth anywhere near my dick, I’ll never get to make love to you.” Her eyes go wide at my choice of words, but I mean them. Sex with Sierra will never be just a fuck, it’ll always be so much more.

She pulls her legs up on the bed and scoots backward until she’s able to lie down. Standing up, I step over to her nightstand and pick up the bag with the condoms in it, pulling one out. She watches my every movement.

I lift the package to my mouth and rip it open with my teeth. The anticipation of knowing I’m about to be buried inside of her ripples through me. Gripping my shaft, I stroke it twice before removing the rubber from the package, placing it on my mushroom head, and rolling it down. I give the head of the condom a little tug, making sure there’s enough room for all the cum that’s weighing down my balls.

I crawl up on the bed over her, positioning myself between her legs, and gaze down at her. Her face is flush, her pupils blown. I shift my weight to one hand and use the other to push away the stray hair that’s fallen into one of her eyes.

“Are you ready, baby?”

“Yes,” she whimpers.

I take hold of my cock, running the head up and down her seam before positioning it at her entrance.

“I love you, Sierra.” With those words, I thrust my cock inside her until I’m fully sheathed in her tight little hole. Her walls clamp down like a vise, almost milking me before I’ve even start.

I take a deep breath, then count to ten. No way in hell am I shooting my load into this condom this quickly like a teenage boy who’s just got his dick wet for the first time.

Sierra’s arm slips around my back as I slowly thrust in and out, rubbing the base of my shaft against her clit each time.

My eyes stay locked on hers, watching in rapture as her eyes roll back in her head. We’re both a panting, sweaty mess, as we both near an orgasm.

Sex has never been like this for me, but I’ve never experienced love like I have with Sierra. From the moment I saw her, I knew she’d own me—mind, heart, and soul.

After a few more thrusts, her nails dig into my back as her body arches up and she comes undone underneath me, crying out her release. It’s all I need to push me over the edge, spilling my seed into the condom. A tiny piece of me secretly wishes that it would rip and I could fill her instead. Visions of her belly growing with my baby flash through my mind as my cock jerks for the last time.

I raise up on my hands and look down at her. She’s a stunning sight covered in sweat and flushed, with a blissed out look on her face.

“I love you, Cyrus.” Her husky voice is so sexy, but what she says fills me with warmth. I smile, knowing she feels the same.

I kiss her lips and slowly get up. “I’m going to get up and get a washcloth to clean you.” She just nods sleepily. I’ve always wanted to hear those words come out of her mouth.

I hold the condom at the base of my shaft, making sure it doesn’t come off as I pull out of her. Standing up, I head to the bathroom and take off the condom, tying it in a knot before discarding it in the trash can.

I get a washcloth and wet it with warm water, then clean my cock before heading back to the bedroom. I can’t help but smile when I see my girl hasn’t moved. A soft snore slipping past her lips.

Gently, I run the rag through her folds, cleaning her before tossing it to the floor. I climb on the bed beside her before reaching down and pulling the blanket up over us. Sierra rolls into my side and slips her hand over my stomach. She rests her head on my chest, still sleeping soundly, and I chuckle. I don’t even think an earthquake could wake her up right now.

This moment is what happiness is made of.

Chapter 21

Wesley

School was great today. No Sierra stinking up the building with her slutty ass. The only downfall is I had to do all the menial work during our elective period in the library. I’d think that they would’ve replaced her by now, but they haven’t.

It also didn’t help that every time I tried to talk to Colt today, I got glaring looks from his brothers before they ushered him away. Not smart, boys. I’m the king of this school and the one thing you don’t want to do is get on my bad side.

It’s okay, they can’t guard him forever. I’ll figure out a way to find out if he’s with me or not. This school is firmly against Sierra and if he doesn’t want to get in line, he can pay the consequence.

I’ve just stepped in the door to my house when I see my mom coming down the stairs, glass in hand and gripping the bannister like her life depends on it.

What the fuck has my father done now?

She takes the last step, missing her footing, and starts to fall forward. It’s like it’s happening in slow motion.

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