Chapter Fifty
The next morning Cyrus actually knocks on my door with his hair wet and looking like a wet dream. He has on a white t-shirt and some shorts and he tells me we have a breakfast date, he tells me he is all wet because he has been working out and took a shower before he came for me. I never knew he used the gym in the morning. I am learning a lot about Cyrus that I never knew, of course I knew he worked out but not the when and where.
We make breakfast together, while I help prepare ingredients more than anything and eat out on the patio watching the sunrise. I look at Cyrus sitting in front of me as he always appeared on my dreams and much better and I want to enjoy this moment as much and as longer as I can have him. We don’t talk much but smile and eat before he has to go but the entire day I am left with a smile on my face.
Cyrus then makes it a habit to knock on my door every morning after he is done with his workouts and sometimes even comes before he has had a shower still sweaty and smelling all manly, teasing my self control. I don’t know how long I can keep this up. Margret teases me that I have a new teacher now who teaches me to prepare breakfast, so we moved on to main dishes and that has been a complete disaster.
I tried my luck on leaving the house and once I didn’t find any resistance, I started visiting home and going shopping. I want to start anew project of redecorating the house but decided to start with my bedroom first.
“I didn’t know you wanted to decorate your room” Cyrus says to me the next morning as we are preparing breakfast
“I did ever since I set foot in this house. Can you let me redecorate the house please; I won’t touch your zone areas. Promise”
“That’s a tough one, I am used to having my place the way I like my place” he says as he continues with the kitchen
“I know but I also live here now and I wanted to invite my parents over for maybe dinner sometime, I think the place looking like a bachelor pad will send some mixed signals” I try another tactic
“I see what you’re tying to do but fine. I’ll let you win this time but I will need something in return” he says turning the stove off and with the way he is looking at me right now I know I am in trouble.
“What do you want?”
“You know what” he says as he comes to me and pulls me in his arms kissing me both sweetly ad angrily.
I immediately turn to jelly in his arms as the kiss gets deeper and his kisses fly down south toward my neck my shoulders and above my breasts. He pulls down my night dress and my breasts push out already hard and waiting for the kisses and the sucks and bites that Cyrus gives to me making me moan right there on the kitchen counter. Then he gets to my pants and pulls it down slowly while watching my embarrassed face and then he goes to my pussy and inhales me in, I am embarrassed and want to push him away but the air tickles me and I try closing my legs. He stops me holding my legs open and looks at my wet pussy and then at me with hunger and lust in his eyes
“You smell so fucking good” he says before he dips down and goes down on me. He doesn’t let up until I have had three orgasms right there on the kitchen counter naked and screaming his name over and over again. On my third orgasm as I am cuming he kisses my clit and bites me hard on the space between my leg and pussy so hard and it’s so painful I am confused whether to laugh or cry and so I just scream harder.
“I am going to my room two beat one or two out and a=have a shower. Can I trust you to prepare the table?” he says with a smile still kneeling there before me and I think I feel blood trickle from the place he bit before he goes to suck the place making me moan in pain, although what he does with his tongue is a little soothing. I am confused whether I should say something as he leaves me lying there.
I go back to my bedroom and have a quick shower myself and inspect the bite he gave me and I discover that he did pierce the skin, the good news is its small unnoticeable and I suspect will heal very soon.
I don’t mention it when we have breakfast that morning or the next morning or the next weekend when we have to make an appearance at an exhibit done by the city for the family firm. When we get back a bit tipsy we start kissing and fondling in the hallway and then the living room and that leads to my bedroom where Cyrus goes down on me and fingers me, giving me mind blowing orgasms that lead to a bite on the left space from the last bite. He then lets me touch his penis and instructs me on how to give him a hand job. I am surprised at how far, fast, heavy and much the semen ejaculated is.
I don’t say anything tonight either and He leaves after the hand job after he kisses me deeply and I go for a long hot bath after that. I just touched a real monstrous penis ‘I doubt it will fit into my vagina’ and gave a hand job to my husband Cyrus and I like it. I think I am digging myself a hole and should come clean sooner rather than later because am no fool, I know where all this fondling leads and I know when the time comes I won’t be able to stop him or my desire for him either.
I need help, I need advice. Maybe I should reach out to Cullen and extend an olive branch; he did get me into this mess after all, right?. But no, I made it this far on my own, I don’t need his help.
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