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

by Red Phoenix

  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

  Cyril 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.

  Having taken her twice before, he was familiar with her vocalizations and didn’t stop. Lauren was grateful, not wanting anything to stop the intense feeling. “That feels so good, Cyril.”

  He groaned in response. “I know. It feels too good.”

  Cyril began pounding her more rapidly. The sound of their flesh slapping against each other filled the tiny apartment. Lauren started screaming when she was fully opened by his huge cock. “Quiet, sweetness. The neighbors are still sleeping,” he said in a husky whisper.

  She clamped her mouth shut. A tingling feeling started in her toes and traveled all the way up her body. This was what she wanted; this was what her body and soul needed. “Fuck me harder,” she begged.

  His pounding took on a more desperate pace as he gave into her desire to be taken completely. He forgot himself and yelled, “Take all of me, Lauren!” He slammed into her repeatedly in rapid succession.

  She couldn’t breathe it felt so good. Tears of joy ran down her face as she concentrated on the fire building inside her. His cock continued to hit a spot deep inside that shot bursts of electricity throughout her groin. “More, Cyril, more!” she panted.

  “I’m giving it all,” he groaned in answer. All of the sudden she felt warm pressure deep inside her. Cyril started grunting even louder as his cock rammed that special spot. The stimulation was too much and her body clamped down on his cock, caressing it with its pulsations.

  “Are you coming?” he croaked. Lauren couldn’t speak; she just nodded her head and whimpered in ecstasy. “Good… come for me, baby girl. Come all over my cock.”

  She had never felt anything as profound as sharing her ecstasy with Cyril deep inside her. For one beautiful moment, the two were one. He kissed the back of her neck as she finished coming for him.

  “Oh baby, baby…” he murmured. Cyril slowly pulled out afterwards, his cock still rock hard and needing release. Lauren moved down and kissed his wet cock. It tasted of her own sexual juices, all salty and sweet. Lauren started licking and sucking, cleaning him thoroughly.

  Cyril’s cock was about to explode and pulsated under the caress of her tongue. He groaned from the exquisite torture her eager mouth provided. Her tongue traveled down the length of his shaft until it came to his balls. She took one into her mouth and sucked gently. He grunted in pleasure. Lauren released the suction and moved to the other one, sucking it gently into her mouth as well.

  “I’m so ready to come.”

  Lauren readied herself and started stroking his cock with her hands as she teased the head of it with her mouth. She could feel him tensing and knew he was close. His balls suddenly retracted as a large amount of come shot into her mouth. Lauren swallowed it, letting the excess travel down her chin as another load burst into her mouth. She drank him up with enthusiasm.

  His whole body shook as the powerful climax took hold of Cyril. The ability to make him orgasm so forcefully was intoxicating to her. His unrestrained groans in the throes of passion made her wet again.

  “You’re too much,” he said afterwards. Cyril got up and retrieved a washcloth. He gently cleaned her face with the warm cloth and then took her into his arms. She thought they would go back to sleep in each other’s arms, so she commanded her body to relax even though she was still hungry for more.

  Thankfully, Cyril was sensitive to her unspoken need. She soon felt one of his hands slip between her legs. She opened herself to him and purred when he penetrated her with his fingers. They slid deep inside to that sensitive spot his cock had stimulated before. His long fingers swirled over it. Cyril kissed her deeply, murmuring how sexy she was as he played with her. It wasn’t even a choice for Lauren—within minutes she was panting as a second wave of pleasure hit. She cried out in surprise as she came around his fingers.

  “Two?” he questioned seductively. Lauren nodded her head against his chest too overwhelmed to answer. “Sexiest woman alive,” he announced to the room.

  Cyril rolled to the side and pushed his semi-hard cock back inside as he spooned her. He covered them with the blanket and laid his arm over her protectively.

  “Good night again, Lauren. Sweet dreams.”

  She snuggled against his warm body, pushing him in deeper. Life couldn’t get any sweeter than falling asleep with her lover deep inside her. She fell into a profound slumber and didn’t awaken until Cyril came out of the bathroom the next morning showered and dressed. “Sleep well?”

  Lauren stretched out lazily and then winced. There was no doubt she was sore from their enthusiastic romp the day before. “Slept like a baby,” she answered.

  However, Cyril noticed the wince and asked in concern, “How are you feeling today?”

  She smiled. “A little sore maybe, but other than that good. Better than good, actually.”

  He came over to the bed and stooped down to give her a kiss. “Would you like me to stay home today?”

  Lauren looked up into his midnight eyes with confidence. “No, I think I am going to get a newspaper and start looking for a new job.”

  “Shall we meet up for lunch then? I can show you where I work.”

  She sat up in his bed. “I’d love to see what you do.”

  “It’s not all that exciting, trust me. But it pays the bills a
nd I seem to have a knack with cars.”

  “Guess what? I’ve decided to work at a fancier restaurant so I can make more in tips. I’m going to save my money for college and finish my degree just like my mom wanted.”

  “That sounds like an excellent plan, baby girl. Your mom would be very proud.” He kissed her on the forehead. “I hate to leave you, but I gotta go if I am going to make the subway. I have just enough time to make you a latte if you want.”

  “That would be awesome!” Lauren watched as Cyril became her own personal barista, whipping up two professional lattes in no time. He handed one mug to her in bed. “I think I could get used to this,” she joked.

  “Me, too,” Cyril replied under his breath. She barely heard him, but it made her heart flutter. He took a long sip and announced, “I left directions to my garage on the counter. Meet me at noon?”

  Lauren jumped out of the bed and pressed her naked body against him. “Bye-bye, dear!”

  His cock responded to her proximity. He held her at arm’s length, laughing. “I can’t leave with a raging hard-on, Lauren.”

  “Sorry, Cyril. I just lov—” She instantly shut her mouth, realizing she’d said the word too soon. She attempted to recover. “… like you too much.”

  He bent down to kiss her, whispering just before their lips touched, “I love you, too, Lauren.”

  She squealed and wrapped her arms around him, kissing his lips repeatedly. Cyril was everything she needed: rescuer, lover, friend.

  After he left, Lauren curled back up in bed and wrapped his blankets around her, drinking in his masculine smell. She slowly sipped her hot latte, basking in the joy she felt. Cyril hadn’t just rescued her from death; he had saved her in every possible way.

  Lauren thought back to the dream she’d had the night before. It made her reflect on her mother’s last moments.

  “I’m sorry, Lauren. I can’t hang on anymore.”

  “But you have to, Mom. I can’t live without you!”

  “We weren’t given a choice, sweetheart.”

  The tears blurred her vision. “Mom, I won’t have anyone when you go. Please, don’t leave me!”