Page 218 of Toxic Kiss

I open my mouth, but no words come out.

“Tell me that you want my big cock filling you up.”

He is so fucking cocky that I almost laugh. But I am so far gone for this man that I only manage a moan.

“Tell me to make you scream.”

“Yes…oh god, yes.”

He moves a little faster, but no deeper. My hips buck wildly under his weight.

“You want to come all over me like the dirty girl you are,” Cy whispers in my ear. “You want to feel my cock swell as I unleash deep inside you and claim you as mine.”

“Yes, I want it. Please, I need to come.”

“How many times?” He pushes deeper, and I gasp as my body stretches to accept his size. “Tell me how many times you want me to make you come?”

I can’t think straight.

“I don’t know…Cy, please stop teasing me…I need you.”

My nails press harder on his shoulders.

“How about until you pass out?”

“Yes, make me pass out,” I say, not really thinking it through in my frantic, lust-filled state.

“That’s my good girl. My cock will stay in you all night so I can fuck you again whenever I want.”

“Yes. Fuck me. Use me. Please, Cy,” I beg, the orgasm is building so slowly that my entire body aches and throbs.

“Fuck, you are beautiful when you beg. I could spend hours listening to your pleas tumble from those sensual lips.” My head thrashes from side to side. “You have no idea how fucking sexy you get when I talk dirty to you. You turn into a sweet little slut. My perfect Butterfly reduced to a squirming mess.”

“You’re an asshole.”

Cy chuckles.

“Say, ‘Please, Cyrus, fuck me hard,’ and I’ll forget I was planning to take this slow.”

At another time, I may have considered holding out and refusing him. But I’m dialed up to a ten, and my body so amped that I’m vibrating.

“Please, Cyrus, fuck me hard,” I growl.

He smiles, and then in one hard shove, thrusts his cock inside me. I scream and arch my back as the climax slams into me. I’m coming so hard that I don’t even know what’s happening.

“Fuck…yes…you’re squirting all over me.”

There is a moment where I feel humiliation creep in, but it’s short-lived. Cy straightens his arms, changing his angle, and begins fucking me hard.

His thrusts draw out the pleasure, and before I know it, I’m tumbling over the cliff for a second time.

“Fuck yes, come for me. Coat my cock, you dirty little butterfly. It feels so good.” Cy’s face is a mask of dark passion directed at me. “Grab your ankles and hold them open.”

Legs shaking, I lift them and grip them tight as Cy shifts back onto his knees. He grabs my hips while his eyes lock on where we are joined. His arms flex, the corded muscles stand out, looking erotic as hell. The only sounds are my moans, his groans, and our bodies slapping together.

“Cy…I’m gonna come…so close,” I mumble as I race toward an impossible third orgasm.

“Yeah, Butterfly. Come for me. Look at how fucking beautiful this pussy is, taking all of me like you were made for me.”