As if that’s exactly what he’d planned, he rumbled out softly, “Pru mine?”
“Fuck me and I’ll be whatever you want,” I hissed as he slowed to a stop. “I’ll let you call me Pubey if it’ll get you moving! I-”
I didn’t end up finishing that sentence.
Cy growled and rolled us to our sides. Grabbing my leg, he bent it at the knee, until my thigh was pressing to me tight. He gave a deep thrust, twisted, the action adjusting where he was, and kept this up, shoving deep, rotating a little, until he’d fucked himself all the way around, positioning himself at my back.
I had a mental image of my insides being twisted but his ram and rotate wasn’t causing me any kind of pain or discomfort.
Wrapping an arm around my stomach, he crawled us up the bed, until he could reach over and flip the switch on the lamp off.
“What in the world are we- you- I mean, I guess this is awething, isn’t it?” Shaking my head, I repeated, “What arewedoing?”
“Cy turn claim,” he purred, right as the light clicked off and we were plunged into darkness.
“And this involves the cover of darkness and doggy style?” I questioned.
“Yes,” he said simply, like he was glad I understood.
“I don’t know if I can survive another round. My lady parts might collapse, or your penis might explode.”
Cy chuckled at that nonsense as he sat up behind me and urged me to curl my legs under me and drop down so my ass was in the air.
I’d admit I was equal parts curious, horny, and a smidge excited by his words. He wanted to claim me. It would be nice to feel a little claimed right about now. I hated feeling alone. Cy made me feel anything but. Cy made me feel a lot of things— scared amongst them, but not in this moment. I was anything but scared right now.
Cy shivered as he began to smooth his hands over my backside, up my back. His hands were so warm. They felt even warmer as the purr rumbling from him kind of stuttered? Chittered? I couldn’t quite describe it. A purring chitter, I guess I’d call it.
“So beautiful, my Pru,” he chitter-purred.
“I knew you were an ass-man,” I teased, then wiggled said bottom a little.
Cy began to slip free of me then, uncorking everything our little lock up had been holding back. Cy groaned as his thick member slipped free for a moment and wetly slapped against my inner thigh.
“So beautiful,” he garbled out, his voice deepening until it was just shy of gravelly. A thick finger brushed my pussy lips, sliding through that wetness, to tease my clit.
This was kind of strange for me, embarrassingly intimate until I was lost to the moment and the idea of him staring at that most intimate part of me was lost to the pleasure his actions and words were giving me. How well could he see without the light on anyway? His reaction was guided by touch, I reminded myself.
“Want Cy?” he rumbled softly as he teased me beyond reason, until I was a gasping, twitching mess.
“Yes,” I responded breathlessly as I squeezed the pillow I had my arms wrapped around in a death grip.
“Want Cy where?”
“There. Right there.” A moan escaped me as he teased my clit and a finger smoothed over my slit. I was so wet loud squelches issued as he dipped a finger in just a little, just the tip, to slip it back out and rub the spot teasingly once more.
“Here?” His chuckle was dark, deep, as he ran the back of his finger along my aching sex.
A growl left me, followed by an irritated huff he purred in response to. “I want you to fuck me, right there, in my lady bits, with that monster you call a peen, until we both see Jesus. I don’t think it can get any clearer than that!”
“Pru Cy’s?” he purred.
“Ruin me for all other men, and I’ll be yours forever. I’ll tell everyone,” I shot back.
Cy made a noise that gave me the impression he was agreeing to my terms, as if they were reasonable to him.
“‘Kay.” That short, simple, one word answer, and then he was lining us up and pressing his thickness home with a groan, and draping himself over me.
Thick fingers slid beneath me, cupping my breasts and lifting me up as he bottomed out. My back was plastered to his chest. My fingers fell over his, wondering if it was just me or if he felt more fuzzy wuzzy to me.
