Red Phoenix's Passion is for Lovers Collection (Boxed Set) (21 page)

Cyril grinned as he held her down. He pulled away the protective hood and flicked his tongue against her vulnerable clit. She cried out from the heat he ignited, making her even wetter between her legs. He slipped two fingers inside her as he continued to eat her pussy with relish. His long fingers stroked her from the inside, adding to the fiery pleasure. “It’s too much,” she whimpered.

He stopped and reached for the can of whipped cream. With a wicked glint in his eye, he sprayed a large mound of the cream on her hot sex. She jumped when she felt the cold touch her sensitive areas. Cyril held her down again, showing her no mercy as his mouth began a vigorous assault on her pussy. Lauren squealed loudly when his fingers reentered her moist tunnel. Soon she was thrashing her head back and forth, trying to escape as the fire grew into an uncontrollable mountain of flame. Lauren moaned loudly as the flame suddenly transformed into powerful waves of pleasure. Each one coursed through her, stealing her breath away with the intensity of it. By the time the last one faded away, she was gasping for air.

Cyril kissed her clit gently before looking up at her from between her legs. “Your
mouni
tastes delicious when it comes, baby girl.”

Lauren had never experienced an orgasm before, even though she’d had sex with several boys. The orgasm left her feeling deliciously weak. Her legs were still shaking from it. “Cyril…”

“Yes?”

“That was my first.”

“Your first climax with a guy?”

“Ever.”

He crawled up between her legs and kissed her on the lips. “You have been a very deprived young lady.”

Lauren wrapped her arms around him, pushing herself against his cock. “My turn to please you.”

Cyril lifted her off and sat her beside him on the couch. “I hate to disappoint you, but we can’t. I only had one condom.”

She smiled in answer and stood up on the couch, straddling Cyril. “You can pull out before you come.”

“That really isn’t smart,” he protested. Lauren ignored him as she slowly descended onto his enormous shaft. His protests stopped as soon as her wet pussy touched the head of his cock.

Lauren gasped as the huge head stretched her inner lips to their limit. Then slowly, like a snake swallowing its prey, his cock disappeared into her ravenous depths. It was easier this time. Lauren wasn’t sure if it was due to her just climaxing or the position of being on top. Whatever the case, his solid rod inched its way into her aching depths. She closed her eyes, needing to be filled to overflowing.

The demands Cyril’s cock made on her body comforted her. She had to relax and give him everything. Lauren handed him the control and in return, he filled the void inside her.

When her pussy had fully engulfed his giant shaft, he took her buttocks and lifted her up the length of it. When her swollen outer lips almost crowned the top of his head, he pushed her back down. Her body resisted, making her delightfully tight and the experience that much more pleasurable.

Cyril groaned hoarsely, “I almost can’t bear to watch, it’s too damn sexy.”

She agreed, staring at her pussy sliding up and down his massive dick. It was visually erotic to the extreme. “Faster,” she breathed, unsure if she could handle it but wanting to try.

He tightened his grip and moved her up and down more rapidly, adding a thrust of his own at the end of each stroke. She cried out, struggling to take the new pace and depth.

“I’m hurting you,” Cyril stated, trying to pull her off him.

She locked her legs around him, refusing to budge. “No, you’re challenging my body to keep up with you. Don’t stop. I like you taking me this way.” Lauren kissed him on the lips, hungrily darting her tongue into his mouth. His cock twitched inside her. She lifted herself up the length of his shaft and slid back down it slowly. Cyril threw his head back and groaned deeply. Then, with conviction, he grabbed her hips again and started pumping her on his manhood.

“Yes, Cyril, yes!” she cried. The force of his thrusts caused a peaceful tingling throughout her body. She relaxed as she bounced on top of his huge pole, taking every part of it. He filled her past capacity and she loved it. “Harder,” she demanded.

He let out a deep-throated growl and gave her what she wanted. She could feel herself starting to float. She’d never felt such peace. Suddenly, Cyril lifted Lauren off and laid her on the couch. He lay on top of her with his cock spasming in between them. She felt hot liquid cover her stomach as he christened her with his passion.

Cyril grasped the back of her neck and pressed his lips against hers while he finished coming. She groaned into his mouth, cherishing the intimacy of the moment.

When his climax was over, Cyril lifted himself off not wanting to crush her. After he cleaned her off, he sat back on the couch with his legs spread wide, a contented look gracing his serious face. “I believe you are a real live angel and this right now is a little taste of heaven.”

Even though his words were meant as a compliment, Lauren had a sense of foreboding. She tried to shake it off, but it shattered her joy.

Cyril noticed and caressed her cheek. “What’s wrong, baby girl?”

“You reminded me of the subway just now.”

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

She turned away from him. “I know, but it’s foolish to pretend that everything is okay. I’m a mess, Cyril. I’m not any good for you.”

He was silent for several agonizing seconds. She was afraid of his words, but waited with bated breath for him to speak. “I don’t believe that for a second, Lauren.”

She wanted to cry in gratitude, but kept her tears in check. Lauren moved towards him and laid her head on his strong shoulder. “I got fired, Cyril. I’m worthless.”

He stroked her dark curls. “Getting fired does not define who you are. You will find another job. Today it feels hopeless, but tomorrow you will feel different.”

“I don’t see how.”

“Don’t forget, Lauren, you have your mother in you.”

She searched his dark eyes, wanting to believe him. “Do you really think so?”

“Yes. I see a light inside you and I know my asshole of a brother saw it, too. I bet it made that waitress jealous, which is why she got you fired.”

Lauren suddenly felt vindicated. “Yes. I didn’t do anything wrong.” She giggled. “I did get better tips than she did.”

“I’m not surprised. You have your mother’s gift.”

The tears came and this time she couldn’t stop them. “Thank you, Cyril. That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

Midnight Passion

C
yril carried her to bed, knowing that Lauren’s body was sore from their lovemaking. He covered her up and kissed her forehead. “Sleep well, my beautiful angel.”

“Hey, Cyril. Given the circumstances of our first meeting, I’d rather not have you call me angel anymore.”

He chuckled softly. “Okay, is baby girl still allowed?”

“Yes.” She didn’t elaborate on why she preferred the name.

“Sweet dreams, Baby Girl.”

Cyril turned off the lights and joined her in bed. He set his alarm for 5:00 AM. “I don’t mind taking the day off tomorrow depending on how you feel. I never use my vacation, so I have plenty of days stored up.”

“I’ll let you know tomorrow,” she answered, curling up next to him. The safety she felt in Cyril’s arms rivaled nothing she had experienced. Lauren fell asleep easily, drifting into the peaceful darkness.

Partway through the night, she dreamed of her mother. In the dream, her mom was healthy and young. Lauren, however, was the age she was now. They were at a park, playing on the swings. The goal was to swing the entire way around the bar—it didn’t matter that it was impossible. Try as she might, Lauren couldn’t make it over even though her mom had no trouble.

“You think too much, sweetie. Just let go!”

Lauren was laughing. “I’m trying, Mom. I just can’t do it.”

“Yes, you can!”

Lauren pushed with her legs and closed her eyes. She felt herself rising higher than she had before. It was going to happen… and then she opened her eyes and her momentum screeched to a halt.

“That’s it, Lauren. You had it that time.”

“I’ll never be as good as you, Mom.”

“You are going to be better than me. Haven’t you realized that yet?”

Lauren giggled. “Sure, better than my own mother.”

“Try again. This time, let go and don’t look back.”

Lauren closed her eyes as she pumped harder and harder with her legs. The feeling of floating made her stomach flutter, but she didn’t open her eyes. “That’s it, Baby Girl!” he mom cheered. It was happening; she could feel it. Lauren was swinging over the top, but she didn’t stop there. She swung around a second and a third time. “I told you that you could do it!” her mother shouted.

Lauren was laughing with childlike joy. She opened her eyes and looked straight into the eyes of Cyril. He was staring at her in the darkened room with a pleased look on his face. “Good dream?”

Lauren smiled and scrunched the pillow up against her cheek. “Yeah, a very good dream. How did you know?”

“You were laughing in your sleep.”

Lauren blushed, but figured Cyril couldn’t tell in the dark. “I was with my mom.”

Cyril pulled her close. “I’m glad. I fully believe that our loved ones remain with us after they die.”

She wrapped her arms over his muscular ones. “I’m starting to believe that myself.”

They lay together in the darkness. She listened to the sounds of the city just outside his window—cars driving past, a honk in the background, a lone dog barking. Simple noises that held life. “Thank you for saving me, Cyril.”

“You weren’t supposed to die. I think you have a guardian angel watching over you, Lauren. I just happened to be there.”

She kissed his hairy arm. “I think
you
are my guardian angel.”

His laugh was low and manly. “I’m no angel, baby girl.”

“Well, you are to me.” She ran her hand over his muscular chest and stomach. He truly was a fine hunk of a man. “Are you tired?”

“Not particularly. Why?”

“I feel the need to enjoy your manly pleasures again.”

He stroked the side of her cheek with his sizeable thumb. “I don’t think you should. Your body has been through enough for one day.”

She didn’t listen to him. Lauren crawled on top of Cyril and rubbed her body against his flaccid shaft. It instantly responded to the friction of her moistening pussy.

“No, baby girl.”

“Yes, Cyril.” She teased his mouth with her tongue and smiled when she heard him groan in pleasure. He placed his hands on her round buttocks and guided her over his rigid cock. She loved that she could make him hard so easily.

“How do you want me this time?” Cyril growled in her ear.

Lauren already knew and answered without hesitation, “On my hands and knees.” She moved off him and got into position. The thought of being taken that way added to her excitement. “It’s my favorite position.”

“Oh really? It happens to be mine as well.”

“Just another sign,” she purred.

He questioned her in the dark. “Another sign of what?”

Lauren giggled. “Never mind me, it’s late and I’m delirious.”

He placed the head of his cock against her tight opening and slowly forced his massive shaft into her. Lauren moaned as her body conformed to him, allowing his manhood access into her hot, moist depths.

“It’s like a miracle,” he murmured.

Lauren felt the same way. This vast hole inside her longed to be filled and was suddenly overtaken by something so great that no part of her was left untouched. She panted in effort as she relaxed, permitting his immense organ to dominate her.

Cyril grabbed her buttocks and rocked her pussy against his cock. He didn’t rush it, giving her body a chance to invite him in. When he was fully wedged in her taut depths, he asked, “Are you ready for me to rock your world, baby girl?”

“Give it to me, Cyril. Show no mercy,” she moaned softly. Lauren closed her eyes, anticipating the pounding she was about to receive. He growled under his breath as he began giving her long, solid strokes. She cried out in pleasure-pain as the head of his cock pushed against her cervix.