Page 27 of Cyrus

Odette

What the hell had just come over me? Sex had never been like that. I should have been prepared after the one other encounter I’d had with Cyrus. He hadn’t even fucked me then. Now, however, I’d felt like I imagined a nymphomaniac would feel. I was so out of control there was no way I could refrain from taking what I wanted.

And why the fuck had I stopped Cyrus from using a condom? He’d made the choice when I wouldn’t, then I’d stopped him. When Steve had done it before, I’d been horrified. Now all I felt was… peace. I knew why. I was now Cyrus’s. He’d told me that was the final straw and I’d taken that out. The way out of my old life and into a new one with Cyrus in my life.

“Little witch.” Cyrus collapsed over me, his cock still inside me. He kissed my neck and the side of my face before moving to my mouth and gifting me with languid kisses. Like he was praising me for letting him have me.

“Why would you call me that?”

“Because,” he said between kisses at my neck, “In all the years I’ve been sexually active, ain’t never been a woman could make me lose control like you just did.” He pulled back to smile down at me. It was a lazy, sleepy smile. A well-satisfied smile. “That was the best experience of my fuckin’ life, Odette. And it was all you.”

For Cyrus, that was akin to poetry, and it made me smile. “For me too.” I laid a hand on his face, stroking his beard. I loved the slightly coarse texture, especially when he rubbed it over my chest and nipples. I shivered thinking about it.

He chuckled. “There you go again. Insatiable little witch.”

“I never have been before,” I muttered. “Maybe you’re the one who’s bewitched me.”

With one last kiss, he pushed off me and off the bed. “I guess it’s all just us. Together.” He stood there several seconds just looking at me. My legs were still spread, his seed seeping from my pussy, sweat cooling my body. I was self-conscious and felt my face heat up down my neck to my chest, but I didn’t close my legs or cover my breasts.

His nostrils flared. “Cup your tits, Odette. Play with your nipples.”

I gasped, shocked at the idea. “I’m not doing that.” But my hands crept up to do exactly what he said.

When I started to close my thighs, he shook his head. “Don’t. Keep your legs spread. Like seeing your pussy filled with my cum.

I groaned and squeezed my breasts. My fingers found my nipples and twisted and tugged to the point of pain. I sucked in a breath as the pain morphed into pleasure as I saw Cyrus’s face fill with a dangerous lust.

“That’s it, baby. Now stroke your pussy. Let me see my cum on your fingers.”

“This is so…”

“Naughty? Sexy?”

“Erotic.” The word was a mere whisper of sound. This play had me nearly as wound up as I was earlier.

Without another thought, I did what he asked. I dipped my fingers into my freshly fucked pussy, coming out with creamy cum on my fingers. I spread them apart to watch in fascination as the viscous fluid clung to my skin.

“Clean them off.” His growl was sexy as fuck. At first, I wasn’t sure what he wanted. I looked around for a tissue or something, but he leaned over me and took my wrist, gently guiding my fingers to my mouth. My eyes widened.

“Never done that before,” I whispered even as I opened my mouth. Cyrus let go of my wrist with my fingers hovering at my lips.

I finished the move, putting my fingers in my mouth and closing my lips around them. His seed was slightly salty but not unpleasant. The act seemed dirty, but erotic. Forbidden. Exciting!

I groaned and sat up, then sank to my knees on the floor in front of him, gripping his hip in one hand while taking his cock with the other. He stood there with his hands at his sides, the muscles of his abdomen rippling before my gaze even as his cock hardened and lengthened once again.

With a whimper, I kissed the head of his dick before taking it into my mouth and sucking. I was rewarded with a drop of his cum. I wasn’t sure if it was precum or what was left after our earlier encounter, but I was growing addicted.

“Suck me down, Odette,” he bit out. “Take me deep.”

I tried, but his cock was thick and long. I felt my teeth scrape him and pulled back when he hissed.

“I’m sorry,” I said, looking up at him in alarm. I was fucking this up. The most beautiful experience of my life, and I was messing it up because I didn’t know how to suck a cock this thick.

“Have you ever sucked a cock before?”

“Only once. But…” What was the etiquette here? “He wasn’t nearly as thick. I hurt you.”

“No, baby. You didn’t. Do what’s comfortable if you want to continue. This isn’t mandatory.”

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