Chapter 41 UNRAVEL ME 3
UNRAVEL ME 3
In between the kiss, Cyrus slid his hands underneath her shirt and grabbed her plump breast. He rubbed and pinched her hardened nipples, which sent a sharp sensation through Camilla’s body.
She arched her back, bucking her hips into him, as his hardness rubbed on her aching bud.
Cyrus kisses trailed from her lips, to her neck, then to her cleavage, where he paused. He shoved her shirt above her head, and then settled his face between her breasts.
“You wear perfume, even at night?” He hummed, sniffing her hard. He couldn't get enough of her scent.
“Perfumes?”
“Hmmm,”
“I don't wear perfumes.” Camilla said, her voice throaty and sensual.
Cyrus paused immediately and raised his head to look at her, “You mean, you don't wear any perfume at all?”
“Yeah. I sneeze a lot whenever I wore them, so I stopped.”
Cyrus lowered his head to sniff her again, her fragrance was really intoxicating. In his entire life, he had only encountered two people whose natural fragrance was intoxicating apart from him, Camilla and his late twin.
Camilla noticed Cyrus had paused, she raised her head to look at him, “Cyrus?”
She tried to move, but he pinned her down, without warning his mouth found one of her mound and sucked on it. Hard and deep.
“Cy–” A sharp moan escaped Camilla's mouth.
His mouth was wet and hot and it sent heat all over her body. She sank her fingers into his hair, slick from sweat, and held him onto her.
“Camilla,” Cyrus groaned as soon as he released her breast and took the other one into his mouth.
Camilla was still reeling In pleasure of him sucking her nipples, his free reached between them, lower. He reached for her thong, and pushed it to the side, he rubbed his thumb on her slick clit, and groaned from how wet she was.
Camilla's core clenched, heat and pleasure pulling at her now swollen bud, that it ached.
“Christ, Camilla, you're so wet,” he groaned and captured her lips again in a deep kiss.
Her breast felt swollen and tender, the nipples tight and sore.
Cyrus rubbed harder against Camilla’s clit, there was a momentary pause, and then, he shoved two fingers inside her, earning a loud, pleasing cry from her.
She clenched, squeezing him hard.
“So greedy,” Cyrus breathed against her cheeks as he released her lips.
He pushed in and out of her, steady and unhurried, his finger slick with her juice.
Camilla whimpered and tried to pull away, too turned on to bear it. His teeth caught her hardened nipple, trapping her.
Her head fell back, her eyes riveted to the sight of his hollowing cheeks. Inside the heat of his mouth, his tongue lashed her nipple, his lean throat working as he swallowed.
Camilla's core tightened and trembled, enjoying the rhythmic thrusts.
“Don't run, Camilla. Take it all, I'll be in you all night and I don't want you sore.”
Goosebumps swept all over her skin, her stomach tightening, as she felt herself nearing the edge of her climax.
“Not yet, Cami. You'll only cum, when my cock is inside you, pumping you.” He pulled out his slick fingers, and shoved them into his mouth.
Camilla almost came at the sight of his pleased expression. When his fingers left his lips, his kissed Camilla, letting her taste herself on his mouth.
He pulled back a bit. Reaching between them, he untied the drawstring of his waistband and pushed the elastic down enough to free him.
Camilla gasped at the sight of him, her eyes wide. She wet her lips, as she swallowed hard.
Cyrus's cock was thick and lengthy, with thick pulsing veins coursing along his brutally sexy length. He was wet with pre cum at the crown.
His gaze never left Camilla’s face with action he made. Seeing her crazed expression, a smirk tugged at his lips. She was impressed.
With swift movement, Cyrus pulled his t-shirt over his head, leaving himself stark naked in front of Camilla.
Camilla couldn't help the emotions that washed over her.
Not only was his face carved perfectly like some greek god of lust, his body was a fine work of art.
It was like, he was built to fuck. Broad and muscular shoulders, fine, hard and sturdy chest, with a narrowed V waistline. Then below was his thick and abundance hard cock, slick with pre-ejaculate, which promised sin and intense pleasure.
“Enough show,” Cyrus smirked and leaned into her. With a slight tug, her skirt was pulled down, along with her thong.
Now, both were stark naked. Camilla was slick with sweat, her creamy skin shiny under the dim light. Camilla looked lean, Cyrus didn’t expect she was fleshy underneath. Her body smooth and very soft.
“You're such an angel, Cami,” Cyrus breathed, as he lowered himself onto her. Sniffing her scent once more, before he captured her lips in a hard and deep kiss.
Cyrus widened her thighs with his knees, to gain more access. Taking, a moment, he positioned himself onto her, rubbing the wide head of his penis back and forth between the lips of her sex.
“There’s no condom.”
“You wanted to go without it, earlier.”
“Are you on pills? I can't trust myself to pull out. And I don't want to risk getting you pregnant, now.”
Camilla's heart swelled with warmth. Even though his family needed an heir urgently, he was willing to keep that aside to make her comfortable.
“I'm on pills.” She breathed.
“Good thing.”
He rubbed back and forth against her lips again, groaning at the feel of her. He reached for Camilla's lips and sealed it as his hips lifted slightly, pushing demandingly into her sleek entrance.
He grabbed her left thigh and raised it to rest on his waist, spreading her sex open with the flared tip of his cock.
“Oh, god! Cyrus,” Camilla's eyelid grew heavy as he sank in her, shoving an inch into her.
He paused slightly, until the just the crown was in her, then he lowered again, making her take him more. Letting her adjust to his size.
The tendons in his neck stood out in stark relief. “You don't want me pushing in slowly, you want it all. Your tight, little cunt squeezing my cock.”
Camilla made a little sound, as she bucked into him, writhing to accommodate him.
“Christ, Angel,” Cyrus groaned, as he rolled his hips, claiming the last space inside her. His cock tunneled deep, buried inside her. Camilla squeezed every inch of him, pulsing around him in frantic pleasure.
“Okay?” he bit out, his fingers kneading restlessly into her flesh.
Camilla pushed back with her arms, so close to coming that it hurts. “More”
Through the roaring of blood in her ears, Camilla heard him groan her name. His cock swelled and lengthened, jerking as he orgasmed in hard spurts. It felt endless and maybe it was, because he started fucking through his climax, pumping her full of hot, creamy semen.
The feel of him coming sparked her orgasm. It rushed over her in powerful spasms, racking her body with violent shudders.
Camilla nails clawed at the sheets, gripping it hard to find an escape as Cyrus pounded his cock into her, lost in a furious rut.
The slickness of his semen wet the lips of her sex, then rolled down her legs. He groaned and thrust deeper, rolling his hips, screwing into her. He shuddered, coming again, only moment after his first.
Folding over her, Cyrus kissed her shoulders, her earlobe, her neck, her breast. His breath gusting hot and fast over her sweat-slicked skin. His chest heaved against her plump breast, his bruising grip on her thigh easing.
Even after coming for the fourth time, Cyrus was still hard.
Camilla wrapped her legs around his waist and sank her fingers into his sweat-slicked hair, as he nestled his head into the crook of her neck, while inside her, he pumped her relentlessly.
His lips mov
ed over her skin.
“Camilla, Angel,” Over and over he said the words. Brokenly. Desperately. Breathlessly. As he came again.