Page 33 of The Last of the Dark Lords

"Just watch, sweet Skye."

He jumped up, grabbing a bottle from the dresser, and straddled me, facing away. Pouring some oil on his fingers, he got on all fours over me. He was putting on a show.

“Go ahead. You can touch.”

I reached out and spread his ass cheeks. It was like an undiscovered continent to me as I explored him for the first time. His pretty hole was puckered and tight. He slid his own index finger into himself and I gasped. It was so warm and inviting. He moaned as he moved his fingertip in and out.

I couldn't resist. I grabbed the oil that he'd rested on the bed, and slicked up my finger. I moved his hand away and pushed my own finger in. It was so warm inside, and he squeezed hismuscles around me. The little whimpers and moans he let out were pure heaven.

"Your fingers are thicker than mine." Cyrus pushed his ass back against my hand, my finger slipping farther into the snug warmth. "That feels so fucking good."

I ran my finger around the ring of his hole, stretching it out. The thought of my dick being inside of him was almost too much to bear.

"I can take another one. Fuck...please." I added a finger, and his moans grew louder. He was so perfect, in control and yet at my mercy. I went faster, moving in and out, and he shook with the sensation.

"Enough, Skye." He flipped around to face me, and now his beautiful dick rested on my chest. It was long and a little narrower than mine. I wrapped my hand around it, giving it a tug, and he closed his eyes, letting out a grunt as I pulled gently on his cock.

His eyes snapped open. “Are you ready?”

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. He reached behind him and slicked my shaft with oil, his hand gripping and teasing. He locked his eyes to mine, and with a quick motion, moved down, taking me into himself.

He was so tight around me, I had to fight my orgasm back. He gasped as he bottomed out, and I felt his weight against my pelvis. Our connection was complete. He looked down at me, and I clutched at his lean, muscular thighs. This was amazing.

"I love how you stretch me." Cyrus bent down and kissed me, and I pushed up into him as he did. I felt his breath catch through the kiss. I wanted to always have this effect on him.

He broke off the kiss and lifted up, putting a hand on my chest. "No, I told you I'd make you feel good."

With that he was off, pushing up and settling down on me, squeezing and milking me with his ass. My cock disappeared inside of him and then reappeared, over and over. It was hypnotic. Eventually my gaze drifted up to his face. Cyrus’ eyes were closed, his face beatific as the pleasure rolled through him.

His pace was punishing. I knew I wouldn't last long. As he moved, I reached for the oil and slicked up my hand. I jerked him off, slow at first, and his whimpering made my cock jump and twitch.

"Please, Skye, faster please." I slid my hand up and down his cock, matching his quickening pace. My balls tightened, and I knew I wasn't far from my release. Cyrus wouldn't let up.

His breath quickened and his face turned red. He was close. I was too, I just needed a little more friction, a little more control. I put both hands on his hips, and ensuring that I was lodged deep inside of him, I flipped us over.

He yelped in surprise, but I didn't give him time to adjust. I drove into him, chasing my need, pulling all the way out and slamming back into him. I was right on the edge.

Cyrus began to wail, his eyes squeezed shut, and his release spurted against the muscles of my stomach. The sounds he made, and the thought of him coming without touching himself pushed me past the point of no return.

"Cyrus!" I yelled as I emptied myself into him, my whole body shuddering as I filled him. He squeezed around me.

"Yes, I want all of you, Skye."

His words intensified my orgasm, and I bottomed out inside of him, wanting to feel him around me, fully engulfed. As my cock jerked inside of him, I kissed him like I was devouring him, like I couldn't live if I didn't have this connection.

I collapsed on top of him, breathing hard into his neck. My cock slipped out of him, and I heard him sigh at the loss.

"That was incredible." His voice tickled my ear as he spoke. "It's never been like that."

"Thank you."

Cyrus ran his fingers down my spine to the small of my back. "For what?"

"For being my first. For making it perfect."

He wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me tight to him. He held me there for a long time, but eventually I felt his grip loosen around me and his breathing slow. I let myself drift off, feeling him under me as sleep took us both.

Chapter 10

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