Page 26 of Cyrus

“Ahh!” She cried out, holding my head to her chest with her little hands fisted in my hair. I rubbed my beard over her chest as I continued to suck and tease her ripe nipples. Over and over, I alternated between one breast then the other. It didn’t take long for sweat to make her skin a slippery, silky playground for me to explore with my hands, mouth, and the rest of my body. The feel of her smooth skin over my hair roughened chest was the most amazing thing I’d ever felt.

It wasn’t long before she became impatient, shoving me away so she could pull her shirt completely off and shimmy out of her shorts. More than once she almost nailed me in the balls when I refused to move from between her legs as she struggled to get her shorts and panties off. I loved watching her like this, knowing she was impatient for me to fuck her.

I knelt there between her legs while she gripped my hips and tried to pull me closer. “What are you waiting for? Get your pants off.”

With a smirk, I pulled my wallet out of my back pocket and tossed a condom on the bed beside her. “This is your one shot, Odette. I’ll use a condom until you say otherwise, but once that bridge is crossed, there’s no going back. Get me?”

She cocked her head to the side, her eyes wide. It was a shit move on my part, but I unfastened my jeans slowly, pulling down the zip until my cock sprang free. Letting it bob in front of me to her rapt gaze, I shoved my jeans over my hips slowly.

My cock twitched, practically sniffing for her pussy and the way home. Precum leaked from the tip in a pearly drop she never looked away from. Slowly, she reached out with a tentative finger and ran the tip through the thick fluid, bringing it to her lips like she was in a trance. Then her eyes closed in bliss and she hummed in pleasure.

I didn’t move for a long time, letting her look her fill and touch me however she wanted. Her fingers caressed my cock up and down its length, driving me to madness. Still, I held on. She needed this. To know she could touch me whenever and however she liked. Because I was hers. Same as I’d been telling her she was mine.

When Odette met my gaze, her eyes were glazed over with lust, her lips were parted, and her breath was coming in little pants. I raised an eyebrow and glanced to the condom packet I’d tossed beside her on the bed. She blinked rapidly as if coming out of a trance.

“I-- I’m sorry.”

“Condom or no, baby. Tell me now or I’m making the decision.”

“We probably should…”

“Didn’t ask what we should do, Odette. Asked what you wanted to do.”

Eyes widening and filling with a kind of panic she shook her head. “You choose.”

I nodded and reached for the foil packet. Before I could open it, however, she stayed my fingers with her hand. “No. Wait.” She pulled the condom from my hand and tossed it back to the bed. “Why do I want this with you?”

“Because you know you’re mine.”

Her features hardened and that damned sexy chin went up. “No condom.”

I felt the corner of my lips lift. It was a habit I was developing when she did something I wanted. She didn’t exactly surrender to me so much as she convinced herself the whole thing was her idea to begin with.

“Be very sure, Odette. I meant what I said. No taking this back.”

“Considering we already established the fact that you weren’t letting me go anyway, I don’t think that’s a factor.”

I grunted, lowering myself over her again. I positioned my cock at her pussy entrance but didn’t enter her. Not yet. I needed that extra few seconds to get a firm hold on my control.

“This first time’s gonna be hard and fast, Odette. Later, I’ll work on gentle and drawing out your pleasure. When I do that, I might just keep you here for hours riding the edge of your orgasm. Days.”

When she gasped out her shock and I felt her pussy twitch against my cockhead, I pressed forward. The second the head entered her I knew I was in trouble. Yeah. This wasn’t going to last long. If I made it beyond a couple shallow thrusts, I’d be damned lucky. For a man who prided himself on his control and claimed to lack emotional connections, I was so far gone in a sea of emotions it obliterated my control.

Burying myself to the hilt, I forced myself to stop. Odette screamed, her pussy contracting around me as she came.

“Fuck me,” I gasped out as sweat coated my body because of my effort to hold off my own climax. Odette wiggled on my cock, thrusting and twisting her hips in an erotic dance. She might be the best actor in the world, but if her reactions weren’t genuine, I couldn’t tell it. I might have trouble with people, but Odette I was getting to know. She had this dazed but blissful look on her face as she took her pleasure. Her cheeks were pink and her lips red where she bit down on the bottom one occasionally. She was, in a word, magnificent.

I gripped the tops of her thighs, moving my hips to surge into her with ever increasing strokes. Then I slid my hands up to her hips and waist. Her eyes went wide in a maniacal grin.

“Yes, Cyrus,” she breathed. “Fuck me hard!”

With a fierce growl, I beard my teeth. “You don’t get to dictate the ride, baby. You’re not in charge.”

She raised herself up on her elbows, looking down at our joined bodies before reaching one hand between us and stroking her clit. “Yeah?”

Her breathing came faster and faster as she circled her fingers over the sensitive nub twice more. Before I could yank her hand away, she came, her sweet little pussy clamping down on my dick like a vise. I yelled just as she screamed, taking me into a bliss I’d never known existed.

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