Cyrus by Mj Fields

ever.
    “A little, but you wanna know what will make
it feel all better?” I picked her little ass up and laid her down
and shed my pants.
    Her eyes widened when she caught a glimpse
of my hard cock, yeah that’s right, fucking hung. And hell no
that’s not arrogance--- that’s truth. Just like it said across the
V. She fingered that as well tracing the letters in awe and
wonder.
    “Birdie, you gonna play with my ink, or give
me a little somethin’?”
    A smile crept across her face as she looked
up at me. I wasn’t use to this shit, this curiosity and when they
say it kills the cat they’re fucking wrong, it kills the cock.
    “It’s real big,” she grabbed right under the
head and I groaned as the electricity of her touch pulsed
throughout me.
    “You wanna say hello?”
    “I wanna kiss it.”
    “If you’re waiting for permission, you’ve
already got it, do with it what you want.”
    She was killing me with the little pecks up
and then back down my shaft. She looked up at me and her tongue
darted out and licked from my balls to just beneath my head and
then back down. I was no bitch but I am pretty fucking sure I was
going to cry if she didn’t suck my tip.
    She looked up at me again and smiled, “You
taste good.”
    And now I was gonna blow it all over her
face, one more word and I was a fucking goner.
    “Suck my cock Birdie,” and she did.
    Her tongue circled around the tip and I
knelt on the bed in front of her. Those green eyes never left mine
she watched me as she went up and down my length slowly then fast
and then slow again. When she sucked hollowing her cheeks and
moaned on the way up I pulled back because I wasn’t about to blow
my wad yet. I wanted in.
    I pushed her back and sucked on her left
titty and I worked it as I rubbed her drenched little pussy. She
pushed against my hand slowly and I eased a finger inside her tight
little twat. I was gonna have to work at this, fuck she was tight.
I shoved another finger in and she cried out, “Yes.”
    And her hips began to meet my hand, “Kiss
me, please kiss me.”
    “Fuck yeah,” I started at her tits and made
my way slowly up her collar bone. And across her jaw as my fingers
continued working her hard. She was softening, stretching and
soaking my fucking hand. I couldn’t wait for her to put a choke
hold around my cock.
    She turned her head towards me and nudged my
face with her nose I looked up and she grabbed my lip with her
teeth. I opened and her tongue rubbed my lips, hot and sweet. I
pulled back and wrapped mine around hers slowly licking her lips
and then tasting her. Damn, damn, damn. She tasted as sweet here. I
was licking inside her mouth: tasting her as she tasted me.
    When she reached down and stroked me, asking
for me, I almost wasn’t ready. Kissing her was hot as hell and I
didn’t want to stop. I rolled over taking her with me, on top of
me. I held one hand behind her head as I continued tasting her and
I fumbled in the nightstand for a condom. I put it in without
breaking the seal of our lips.
    I rolled back over careful not to crush her
and reluctantly pulled my mouth from hers. I wanted to hear her
screaming my name when I crashed into her. Holding my body above
her I rubbed my cock against the warmth of her opening and pushed
slowly. I had to work real hard. But as hard as I was working to
get inside her, she was working her little hips, too. Her eyes were
sealed tight and her lip was between her teeth.
    I bent down and kissed her, rolling my hips
as I stretched her. Her hands held tight to the sides of my head as
she whimpered against my mouth. I wasn’t sure how much longer I
could take it before I just nailed her. She winced a bit and I
pulled back but not too far-- I was sure as hell not going to
retreat now. I reached between us and felt that little ball of
nerves and slowly, lightly rubbed it. She pushed against me and I
swear to God I was bottoming out but when she thrust again it was
so fucking hot. She moaned