I didn’t know what to say.
“Do you want to give me a treat now?” he asked.
“Yes. Have your treat.” God, I was going to spontaneously combust.
He moved down my body, his massive shoulders settling between my thighs. He was so big, I had to put one of my legs over the back of the couch and the other on the floor to make room for him.
He inhaled a breath. “So sweet.”
My hips rose, unable to stand the anticipation.
“Petal wants a treat too, doesn’t she?”
“Yes. Don’t be mean, Cyrus.”
He laughed. “Never to you, my sweet Petal.” And then his mouth was on me. I let out a long groan as his tongue slid through my pussy lips. It was hot and smooth and felt so, so good.
“Oh my God.” My hips rocked in time with his mouth, which moved in languid motions at first, and then picked up in speed and intensity as he sucked and licked and then thrust his tongue inside me.
I cried out and my hips shot up as pleasure swamped my entire body. I felt like I was shimmering, humming with so much pleasure.
“Mmm…sweeter than cupcakes.”
As much as I loved that, I wanted more. So much more. I reached for him.
He chuckled. “Not enough for you?”
“I want you, Cyrus.”
He levered back on his knees and finished undoing his belt and his pants, shoving them along with his boxer briefs down. His dick sprang free and it was magnificent.
I sat up, gripping it and immediately taking the tip in my mouth, wanting to taste the pearl of precum on the tip.
“Ah fuck, Petal.” His fingers gripped my head. He let me suck him and touch him, and again, I wasn’t sure how he’d fit inside my body, but I was nothing if not game to try.
“You need to stop.” He groaned. “Unless you want me to come in your mouth.”
Of course, I wanted him to come in my mouth. And inside me. And on me. And however other many ways he could come with me.
“What do you want Petal?”
I lay back. “I want you inside me.” I was already wrapping my legs around him and tugging his dick to my entrance.
He held back, his fingers sliding along my pussy and then inside. “Are you ready for me again?”
“Yes.” I was dying I was so ready.
“You’re tight, honey.”
“Then it will be extra good for you, right?” I managed to say.
“Jesus, fuck.” He pushed his tip to my entrance, growling again as he slid in, slow.
I was whimpering, my body shaking as he filled me. Not because it hurt, but because it wasn’t enough. Nowhere near enough.
“Cyrus,” I pleaded. I gripped his hips with my hands and pulled with my legs all at once until he sank fully inside, filling me beyond what I could have ever imagined.
“Aw fuck!” He cried