Red Phoenix's Passion is for Lovers Collection (Boxed Set) (19 page)

“I’ve never seen…”

He got up and headed towards the bathroom. “Feel free to have another sandwich. I left it on the stove.” Lauren heard the door lock and then the shower turn on.

She sat there contemplating what she had just beheld. Lauren never suspected Cyril was huge in
every
department. It excited her to think of taking his large shaft deep inside her. It might tear her apart and even the thought of that thrilled her.

Steam billowed out when Cyril finally emerged from the bathroom with a small towel wrapped around his waist. The muscles on his dark chest were impressive, but he wasn’t trying to be sexy. Cyril didn’t even glance her way as he rummaged through his dresser and escaped back into the bathroom.

When he came back out, she noticed his wet hair slicked back against his head. He was wearing a white t-shirt and dark pants. She snickered softly. “You look like a gangster when you clean up.”

Cyril rolled his eyes in embarrassed amusement. “So Lauren, even if you don’t have family you must have a girlfriend you can call.”

A shiver of rejection traveled down her spine. “You don’t want me here, do you?”

Before she could go any further with that train of thought, Cyril was beside her holding her tight. “No, don’t think that even for a second.”

His close proximity was intoxicating to her senses—the smell of masculine soap, the body heat radiating from his skin, his breath against her neck. She melted into him wanting to get lost.

“Tell me about your mom,” he said gently.

It was as if he’d dumped a cold bucket of water on her, which was probably his intent. Lauren pulled away and looked at him warily. “Do you really want to know or are you just trying to make conversation?”

“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want to know.”

She gazed into his midnight eyes. She felt too vulnerable looking into them, so she shifted her gaze to his big hands. “My mom was an amazing person and I don’t just say that because she’s my mom. You might not consider what she did important, but my mom took pride in being a good waitress. She had the ability to brighten people’s days because she genuinely cared about them. Her regulars came, not for the food, but just to be near my mother. She had a joy that infected the people around her.” Lauren looked up at Cyril shyly. “When I was little I wanted to be just like her, but I never had that kind of joy.” Lauren looked at his hands again, embarrassed that she shared that with him. “However, my mom didn’t want me to follow in her footsteps. She believed I was destined for greater things. She scrimped and saved every dollar she could for my college education. Mom dreamed that I would become an important executive someday, claiming that bossing people around was in my blood.”

Cyril laughed. “Sounds like she knew you well.”

Lauren wanted to join in his laughter, but she glanced into Cyril’s eyes for a second and said, “Unfortunately, cancer doesn’t care what a wonderful person you are.”

His smiled disappeared. “It’s a cruel disease.”

“We got the news she had breast cancer almost a year and a half ago. I quit college so that I could live with my mom and help her fight it. In a matter of months, my lively, joyful mom was confined to bed. She endured multiple operations, radiation and chemo treatments, but the damn cells kept on growing. Still, I was confident my mom could beat it. She was a warrior, Cyril. Right up to the end.” Lauren had to stop, because she was about to lose it.

She refused to cry for her mom. Lauren knew that if she started to cry, the tears would never to stop. Cyril put an arm around her and she leaned her head on his chest, grateful for the human contact. “So, the day after her funeral, I packed up and moved out here. Without a degree, I decided waitressing was a good choice for me… but I couldn’t even make
that
work.”

“Why don’t you head back to college, Lauren, per your mother’s wishes?”

“With what money? All of my mom’s savings went to rid her of the thing that eventually killed her.”

Cyril wrapped both arms around her and said nothing. He hummed a soothing tune she’d never heard before. She looked up and saw tears running down his face—tears for her. She kissed one of the salty droplets, and then sought out his lips and they began kissing again. She was hungry for connection with him. A connection she instinctively knew she needed. “I want to make love with you, Cyril.”

“We… can’t…” he said between kisses.

“Don’t deny me, Cyril. I need this.”

“I can’t make love, it would only hurt you.”

Her kisses traveled down his chin to his neck. “Then hurt me.” She unbuttoned his pants, unzipping them slowly. His huge shaft was already straining to get out. She leaned over and kissed it tenderly.

Cyril pulled off his clothes, freeing his massive dick from its confines. Its immense stature looked ready to conquer the world. She grasped onto it with her hand, unable to encircle it completely. “You are a big man,” she purred. Lauren wrapped her lips around the head of it and moved up and down on his shaft. It was laughable how little she could actually take into her mouth, but Cyril groaned in pleasure. She stroked him using both hands to encircle his full circumference.

“Oh, Lauren. Just keep doing that and I will come for you.”

She immediately stopped. “No, Cyril. I need to feel you inside me.”

“You’re too small,” he protested.

“I’m begging you. Please, I need this.”

The worried expression on his face slowly relaxed. “If we are really going to do this, I need to get something first. Why don’t you lie on the bed.”

Lauren giggled in excitement and tiptoed over to his large bed. She quickly stripped her clothes while Cyril hunted through his top dresser drawer, cursing as he searched.

“Where the hell is it? I know I had one left.” He finally held up his hand in triumph. She noticed the foil-wrapped coin between his fingers. Cyril moved towards her, his cock looking like a sword. She tingled all over as he approached.

“Scoot to the edge of the bed for me.”

Lauren eagerly complied, grabbing a strand of her hair and twirling it in anticipation when she settled back on the bed. Cyril stared at her naked body with a look of reverence. “So delicate and lovely…” he murmured, as he knelt down on the floor beside the bed.

He moved between her legs and gently kissed her mound. She gasped, twisting the hair tighter around her finger when his tongue flicked the inside of her wet folds. He caressed her sex lavishly with his mouth, creating a fiery ache.

“I want you, Cyril,” she moaned.

“Are you sure you’re ready?”

“I’m desperate for you.” Her body trembled, needing his impossibly large hunk of manhood inside her. She watched in anticipation as he rolled the condom over his enormous cock and moved between her legs.

Cyril spread her wet outer lips, positioning his massive head against her opening. He pushed, but her willing body resisted. “Just a minute,” he said. Leaving her on the bed, he walked into the bathroom and came back with a tube of lubricant. “This should help.” He spread it liberally over the latex and then positioned his cock against her again. “You’ll need to relax.”

She nodded her head, propping herself up so she could watch the penetration. He tried to force himself into her entrance, but couldn’t make any progress. Cyril grabbed her hips and rocked his huge shaft against her harder. She groaned when his vast head finally disappeared into her pink recesses. It stretched her more than she had ever been stretched. She loved the ache it caused. “More, Cyril. I want more.”

He grunted and pulled out a little before pushing back in. She watched in fascination as his giant rod slowly powered its way into her. At one point, Lauren threw her head back on the pillow and started panting. His cock was demanding more than her body could give. “Do you want me to stop, baby girl?” he murmured.

She stopped breathing when he called her that name. Lauren fought back emotional tears and said with conviction, “No. Please, I want to take all of it.” He licked his lips in concentration as he repositioned her and pushed in further. “Oohhh,” she moaned, shocked her body was able to take more of him. “Make me take all of you,” she purred.

Cyril groaned as he continued to force his massive shaft into her small frame. There was nothing else but his cock, stretching and prodding deeper. It would not rest until it claimed all of her and she needed it. She started moaning loudly as his shaft expanded her opening beyond capacity. “Are you in yet?” she gasped.

“Almost, baby.”

“Good, I can’t wait until you start fucking me with your huge cock.”

He grunted in response and lifted her ass off the bed, cupping her buttocks. With a demanding thrust, he pushed the last of his shaft into her making her scream out in pleasure-pain. “Oh, that feels good. I love it, I love it!” she cried out.

She looked down and stared at the impossibly large cock between her legs. The lips of her pussy were stretched to near tearing, her clit splayed out and vulnerable. Lauren looked up at Cyril and smiled.

“Are you ready for me to start thrusting?” he growled lustfully.

She could hardly breathe, her need was so great. “Yes, Cyril.”

“Lay back and arch your back.”

She moaned in anticipation and lay down carefully, his deeply wedged cock hindering her movements. “Use me for your pleasure, don’t hold back,” she begged.

He bent over and kissed her. “Stop me if it hurts.”

“Okay,” she assured him, lifting her head and pressing her lips against his.

Cyril took hold of her hips in his massive paws. He pulled his entire length out of her. Her body suddenly felt vacant and she whimpered. Cyril held down her hips as he slowly pushed it back inside. Instantly, she was filled to bursting. “Again…” she begged.

He smiled and gave her another long, slow stroke. She moaned in pleasure. “That’s so delicious.”

Cyril started thrusting faster. Lauren closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling of being fucked by his colossal cock. The stretching, pulling, and painful pleasure took her to another place. She momentarily lost the power of speech as she floated in blissful delirium. She was possessed by his manhood; there was no other reality for her. “Yes, yes, yes…” she repeated softly.

He thrust into her with the utterance of each word. Harder, faster. Cyril growled in ecstasy as he came in her depths. The thrusts were more pronounced as each spurt released in the plastic sheath. He pulled out slowly, as Lauren drifted back to earth. Cyril kissed her face and neck, thanking her with his lips.

“Cyril,” she whispered, “that was just what I needed.”

“I didn’t hurt you?”

“Only in the best kind of way.”

He collapsed beside her, gathering her into his arms and holding her tight against him. “You’re incredible, Lauren,” he proclaimed as he kissed her cheek. “I’ve only scared away women in the past. You’re the first to actually want what I have to give.”

She glided her hands over his chest. “I didn’t just want it, I
needed
it.”

“How can your tiny body take all of me?”

Lauren smiled bewitchingly. “I guess I have a hole deep inside that only your cock can fill.”

“Such a warm, willing vacancy…” he murmured in her ear.

She kissed the nape of his neck and cuddled up against him. “Thank you, Cyril.”

“What can I do for you, Lauren? I want to please you.”

She had only one simple request. “Hold me.”

Complications

C
yril gathered her into his substantial arms as only he could. He held her like a lover and protector rolled into one perfect man. He nuzzled her neck. “You can’t be real.”

“That’s exactly what I’m thinking,” she confessed. Lauren was surprised by the sudden ache in her heart as a lone tear escaped down her cheek without her consent.

“Why are you crying?” he asked.

She buried her face in his chest. “Cyril, if you hadn’t been there today… if you hadn’t stepped up, I wouldn’t be here right now.”

“I know, baby girl. Trust me, I’ve been thinking about that, too.” He kissed her earlobe. “Thankfully, I was there to prevent such a perfect angel from leaving this place.”