Prue's Promises [Submissive Sirens 3] (Siren Publishing Allure) by Charlotte Smith Page B

heard Cyrus as he growled the words.
    Prue’s breath came in shallow pants as Cyrus drew out the moment, and she looked up at him beseechingly. He stared down at her as he held her immobile, looking wild and dangerous and positively scrumptious to Prue. She relaxed beneath him, content to let him do what he wanted to her, and she smiled up at him even though her poor pussy felt like it was going to implode with want. Her smile seemed to send Cyrus over the edge, and with no preamble he drilled the full length of his massive erection into Prue’s spasming pussy.
    Prue cried out. Cyrus’s possession of her was raw and powerful, and she could feel his thick dick dragging against her internal walls, lighting them up as he kept pushing further and further inside her. He was so thick and it had been so long since she’d had sex, the sensation of Cyrus stretching her from the inside out bordered on pain. Prue loved it. She loved the scream of her internal muscles as they fought to accommodate the huge intruder, and she felt her cream slipping from her cunt to bathe Cyrus’s cock.
    Prue writhed beneath Cyrus, the incremental movements she was able to make doing nothing to lessen the friction of Cyrus’s monster cock against the tender walls of her pussy. Held spread open the way she was, Prue couldn’t do anything to slow Cyrus’s possession of her, and she threw herself into the sensations bombarding her. She could feel her internal muscles spasming around the cock impaling her, trying to find relief from the enormous stretch, but each time her muscles fluttered, they simply squeezed Cyrus’s cock and sent a confusing mix of pain and pleasure rioting through Prue’s pussy.
    As Prue clenched unintentionally again and again on Cyrus’s cock, she was startled to realize that her body was building to orgasm. He wasn’t even moving inside her, but the pained pleasure she was getting each time her pussy milked his cock was spiraling her lust out of control.
    Knowing she wasn’t permitted to come without Cyrus’s express permission, Prue opened her eyes and looked up into his baby blues. “Sir, may I please come?”
    Cyrus couldn’t hide the surprise in his eyes as Prue looked at him, and she was too far gone to care that she must seem incredibly easy.
    “Yes, pet, you may come.”
    Prue closed her eyes in relief as Cyrus’s words registered, and she held herself perfectly still so she could enjoy the clenching of her cunt on Cyrus’s dick. He’d lodged himself balls-deep in her pussy, and she could feel the crispness of his neatly trimmed pubic hair where it pressed against her naked pussy. Her awareness focused on her pillaged flesh, wet and needy with her desire, and she moaned softly as tendrils of scorching heat blossomed through her soaked cunt. Her pussy quivered around the hard dick throbbing inside her, and Prue gasped as lights exploded behind her eyes. Cyrus’s cock pulsed inside her, and the small movements were enough to send her over the edge, gasping for air as her breath whooshed out of her lungs.
    Prue could tell that Cyrus had to work harder to keep her immobile, and the enforced stillness dragged the moment out even longer. Her pussy was clenching frantically against the iron-hard erection lodged halfway to her throat, and Prue could feel wave after wave of her juice pouring out of her to soak Cyrus’s balls. She kept coming, the knowledge that she couldn’t move, that there was nothing she could do to relieve the painful pleasure sending fiery tendrils of lust blasting out of her pussy to consume her whole body.
    Finally, as her gasps turned to soft pants and moans, Prue opened her eyes and looked up into the face of her Dom. She’d thought herself satiated and totally replete, but as she took in Cyrus’s glittering eyes and the clench of his jaw, she saw that beads of sweat stood out on his forehead and she felt her pussy clench anew. Knowing she was flushed from her orgasm, she blushed ever