by Red Phoenix
“A little hot sauce.”
“I like it.” She took another bite. “It has an addictive quality.” Even though Lauren hadn’t been hungry to begin with, she quickly ate the sandwich and licked her fingers noisily after she was done.
Cyril grinned and took his final bite. She grabbed his hand and sucked the melted butter and crumbs off his finger as well. He gazed at her without comment. She put his plate on the coffee table and crawled into his lap. “Cyril, I want to kiss you.” Without waiting for approval, she pressed her lips against his. This time the kiss was much more adult. When she darted her tongue into his mouth, he thrust his tongue back tasting the recesses of her mouth. She moaned and felt a hardening against her ass. Cyril quickly lifted her off and moved away.
His Secret
“We can’t do this, Lauren.”
She ignored his words, because her eyes transfixed on his crotch. Cyril’s erection was huge. He saw her look of fascination, but interpreted it as fear. “It’s my curse. It would only hurt you.”
“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 queen-sized 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 looked 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 she felt his tongue flick 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 said 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 told him.
She looked down and stared at the impossibly large cock between her legs. The lips of her pussy 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 softly.
“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 said, 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 enthusiastically, 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. Cyril 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
Cyril 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 told him. 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?”
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.”
“I’m not an angel,” she scoffed.
“Yes. Feisty and loving. Perfect.”
She closed her eyes. Never had Lauren felt so loved and cared for by a man. He’d rescued her from herself and then brought her to back to earth with his lovemaking.
“Can I stay here tonight?” she asked holding her breath, waiting for his answer.
“I wouldn’t let you leave,” he replied, squeezing her against his massive body.
They lay together in blissful silence until there was a knock on the door. “Cyril, open up!” a male voice demanded.
“Damn. That’s my little brother,” Cyril grumbled. The two of them quickly dressed while Cyril yelled out that he needed a few minutes.
“What? Do you have a girl in there or something?” Both Lauren and Cyril looked at each other and grinned. Cyril didn’t open the door until Lauren had freshened up and was sitting comfortably on the couch. A young man, much smaller than Cyril, walked into the apartment highly irate. “What the hell, Cyril? Keep your brother waiting in the hall like that?” He stopped short when he saw Lauren. A flirtatious smiled spread across his face. “Well, well.”
Cyril quickly introduced her. “Demitri, this is Lauren. Lauren, my younger brother, Demitri.” Lauren looked him up and down curiously. Other than the hair, skin tone and dark eyes, the two men were complete opposites. Demitri was of average height and build with long dark eyelashes and high cheekbones.
Demitri walked over to Lauren and took her hand, kissing it gently. Then he proceeded to ask, “Just how old are you, pretty thing?”
She was not impressed by his manners, so she answered with a hint of ‘tude. “Twenty-two. What’s it to you?”
He turned his attention on Cyril. “What the hell, bro? You into jailbait these days?”
Lauren growled, “I’m not jailbait, you pompous ass.”
Damitri broke out in a humorous grin. “Oh, a spitfire. Just the way Cyril likes them.” Lauren bristled at his words, suddenly jealous of every spitfire Cyril had dated.
“Leave Lauren be. She doesn’t need to be interrogated by my little brother.”
“What do you expect? You haven’t had a girl in your apartment in ages. And she’s so young, Cyril. Mama would have a fit if she knew.”
“Don’t talk as if Lauren isn’t right there in front of you,” ordered Cyril.
Demitri turned back to her and smiled enchantingly. “I’m sorry. Truly, that was rude of me. You have to be the sweetest thing to ever grace this dingy apartment.”
Cyril snapped, “Don’t start with her, Demitri. I’m warning you.”
Demitri gave her a wink and then walked over to the tiny kitchen and, without askin
g, picked up the cold sandwich lying in the pan. He munched on it while he talked. “So Lauren, how did you meet my big brother?”
She looked over to Cyril with a startled expression, unsure what to say. Cyril answered for her, “We met at the subway station.”
“Really? Does she normally go home with old men she meets there?”
Cyril strode over and punched him in the face without warning. Lauren cried out when Demitri fell backwards and hit his head against the fridge. Despite her shock, Lauren felt a thrill being defended by Cyril - against his kin no less.
Demitri scrambled back to his feet. “What the fuck, bro?”
“Don’t insult Lauren again. Do you hear me?”
He rubbed his chin while trying to verbally defend himself. “I was just joking.” He turned to Lauren, “You knew that right?”
Lauren enjoyed having a little fun at his expense and replied, “I don’t find you particularly funny.”
Cyril chuckled, “Don’t mind him. Lauren. He’s far more immature than he looks.”
“Keep your opinions to yourself, Cyril.” Demitri wiped the blood from his mouth, attempting to look macho and sexy. “I just think you are far too young and pretty to be hanging with my big oaf of a brother.”
Cyril walked over, gave Demitri a cloth to stop the bleeding, and then pushed him back on the floor for good measure. Lauren laughed, enjoying the crazy dynamic between the two brothers.
“What do you want, Demitri?” Cyril grumbled when the younger man finally got back on his feet.
“Mama is worried about you and wanted me to take you out tonight. She doesn’t like you being alone.”
“Is that it?”
“No, not exactly.” Demitri gave Lauren an apologetic look before answering. “Mama set you up with a date. You know how badly she wants you to get married.”
Cyril’s face turned an ugly shade of red and he roared, “I don’t need any help!”