Chapter twenty
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, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand before sucking each finger that had been inside her sweet hole.
“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.