Sugar cookies, vanilla and sex.
I know this will forever be etched in my brain.
“I need you, Cyrus,” she whimpers breathlessly.
“And I’m going to give you what you need, Carol—what we both need,” I vow.
While she’s starting into my eyes, I thrust two fingers into her pussy.
She cries out, the muscles of her pussy tightening on my fingers, trying to ride them.
“Oh God,” she whimpers.
“Just Cyrus, Bebé,” I murmur with a wink, as I begin making scissoring motions with my hand, widening her for the moment I take her pussy and make her mine completely.
I lie Carol back on the bed. Taking a moment to just admire the beauty and precious gift in front of me. My woman, hungry for pleasure, open and bare to me.
I undress letting her watch me. Her hands come up to her breasts and she begins playing with her nipples, and the sight nearly makes me come right then and there. She pulls her legs up, bending them at the knee and holding them open so I can see her beautiful pussy. She’s waiting for me… Begging for me.
I stroke my cock slowly, pumping it once and then again.
“Cyrus… you’re killing me.” I take a minute to reach down to the nightstand drawer and retrieve a condom from the box I bought the other day. I rip it open with my teeth and slide it on, while Carol watches my ever move. “Hurry,” she pleads. I smile, because she’s only echoing my own thoughts. I reach down and rub her clit with the pads of my fingers, while pushing against her entrance with my dick.
“You belong to me, mi corazón,” I growl.
Carol bites her lip as she looks up at me, a mixture of fear and excitement in her eyes. The head of my cock slides inside, but I don’t let it go any farther.
“Cyrus,” she cries.
I pull out and then slap my cock against her swollen, throbbing clit.
“Who do you belong to, Carol?” I demand.
“You. Oh God, I belong to you, Cyrus,” she gasps, her entire body vibrating.
Letting my dick go, I lean over her and caress her face tenderly. Then I kiss her in a kiss that’s a solemn vow that from this moment on I will never let her down. She doesn’t have the experience to know but what Carol and I are sharing isn’t normal. It’s just more…
We aren’t just fucking, we’re making love.
We stare into each other’s eyes and I think she understands. Something passes between us and it feels as if our souls are in sync.
I stand back upright and grab my dick. I thrust inside of her quickly, not stopping until I’m sunk to the hilt. I know I’ve stretched her. She feels so fucking tight that I can barely breathe. Carole gasps, her head going back, her neck arching and she bites her lips to try and stifle the sound of pleasure she feels. Her entire body shivers, her tight cunt tries milking my cock as her eyes squeeze shut with desire. I back out slowly then, watch her as I repeat the process all over again. Each time I speed up, going from slow and torturous until finding a rhythm that has my balls aching to come.
“Cyrus,” she moans, the sound akin to a tortured animalistic noise that makes me want to fuck her so hard she won’t be able to walk for a month.
I lean forward to grab her by the throat, gently clutching it as I pick up the pace. I kiss her jawline, biting at it while my dick pumps in and out of her. She’s tight, and warm and she’s so fucking good. Too good, I know I’m going to come soon, I can’t stop and when I do, I want to know she’s right there with me.I pound her sweet little cunt, working it hard and it feels like I’m touching her womb. I should be gentle, but I don’t have it in me, I’m too close to coming to hold back.
I move my hand down to her hips, shifting her body and sinking impossibly deeper inside of her. My fingers clench tightly around her hips, pulling her in at the same pace I thrust, leaving marks against her soft skin.
“Cyrus!” she cries, her entire body trembling and I can feel her orgasm begin to tear through her.
I fuck her relentlessly, fucking her toward that edge.
“That’s it, Carol, come for me baby. Come all over my fucking cock,” I growl. “Your sweet little cunt feels so good, so warm, so tight.” I thrust faster, feeling my own orgasm building. “You have such a perfect little pussy,” I praise.
Carol moans my name. “Cyrus… I love you.”
Hearing those words from her mouth, causes me to lose control of myself. I pound into her so forcefully that it is almost painful. My cock is so full of come, so erect that I cry out.