Mayson & Syrie Chronicles Ch. 02

When my mind cleared I looked up at him, positioning his body above me and smiling like he had just won an Olympic medal. His weight was pushing me back into the bed and I could barely breathe but I managed to smile back and whisper, "So now I can say thank you? That was insane. I've never cum that hard. Ever."

"Still a little early for Thank You, Syrie. I'm gonna make you cum again," he said as he positioned his cock just outside the entrance to my pussy. "I'd make you beg me again, but I need to be inside you. I don't have time for your stubborn streak."

I leaned up to kiss him and whispered, "Please. Please fuck me. I want to feel you inside me. Please make me cum again. Ple-"

He shoved into me so hard it would have been painful if I hadn't been so ridiculously wet. Though I had held his cock in my hand for a minute outside, I hadn't really gauged just how big he was, length and girth. I was afraid he wasn't going to be able to fit. Not really for him, but for me. I could feel him throbbing inside me and I just couldn't let him go yet. He pulled my legs up, placing them over his shoulders and repositioned my hips so that I could feel him going even deeper. I swear to God it felt like he was all the way up in my throat he was so deep.

"You're so fucking tight. God you feel good."

"Kigels," I laughed.

He began to pull out of me and I suddenly wished that my legs were back around his waist where I could use them to pull him back into me. As it was, with my legs over his shoulders, I was completely at his mercy. He sensed my desire to control him and pulled himself completely outside of me. I swear the man has more self control than anyone else I've ever seen.

"Ok, ok, you're the boss. Please just fuck me. I want your cock back in my pussy so badly. Please please fuck me."

He smiled again - fucking bastard. I'd have been pissed if I wasn't enjoying myself so much. He finally slid his cock back inside of me and began fucking me for real. He wasn't playing around anymore. His cock slammed in and out of me and I moaned loudly over and over.

"Uh uh uh uh uh uhhhh, oh God. You're. So. Fucking. Big. Oh God. Oh my God. Holy shit. Oh my fucking God. Brandon! Oh my God, Brandon, oh oh. Brandon!!"

Hearing his name from me pushed him over the edge. He started to fuck me faster, feverishly as if his cock were a runaway train that couldn't be stopped. I honestly didn't think I was going to cum again. I usually don't unless I'm on top but fuck if the man didn't make me scream his name again. Three times! Three of the best times ever. My orgasm this time was short and intense. Really intense. I felt it in my fingers, my toes, shit even my eyelids and the tips of my hair, I think.

"Oh my God. You're unbelievable but seriously, you need to fucking cum already. You can cum on my face, my tits, wherever you want, just do it. I'm on the pill, you can cum in me if you want."

He did cum then, whether it was from the suggestion of doing so on my face or just because he had decided he was done, I don't know. Of course, the control freak in me wants to believe it was my doing, but if I learned anything that night it was that he was most definitely running the show.

"Thank you," he said to me, rolling off of me but just off to the side. His hand was cupping my breast while another pushed a strand of hair out of my face.

"You're thanking me? That was seriously the hottest thing I've ever experienced. Thank you.Any chance we can have sex in the squad car? That'd be Hot."

"Only if you're very very bad," he laughed.

"Oh, I promise. Shower?"

I tried to stand and follow him to the shower in the bathroom attached to his bedroom, but I couldn't keep my balance. He laughed as I fell back on the bed and came back to pick me up.

"So helpless. I suppose I'll have to wash you too."

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When I woke up the next morning he was gone and so were all of his friends. I found Mayson asleep on the couch and Alex in the kitchen making coffee.

"When did you get home?"

"A couple hours ago. I knew you were here and as hot as I'm sure it was, I didn't think I needed to be here for it," he said with a knowing smile, "Good night?

"The best. Where is he?"

"Work. He left you a note though," he said, handing me a folded up piece of paper.

S-

You're welcome.
Can't wait 'til the party.
Next time though,
I'm breaking out my handcuffs.

-B

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Another Author's Note - Thanks for reading!!! I'm on a mission to earn one of those gosh darn little red H's. If you think my story is hot, please vote but if you thought it fell short, I would really appreciate feedback so I can do something different next time. Thanks again. Catch ya next time. - MC