“I got you. What you wanna do today?” he asked, rinsing one of the plates.
Right now, she wanted a nap. The food had given her the itis that quickly. Cyren yawned, covering her mouth. “It doesn’t matter. I do wanna lay down for like thirty minutes, though.”
Heavy looked at her. “Thirty?”
“Mhm.” She nodded, seriously. “Maybe an hour.”
“That sounds more believable.”
“Why? You have plans?” she asked.
If he did, so did she. Cyren was feeling more clingy than usual as she stood to wrap her arms around his waist. Resting her head against his strong back, she soaked in his warmth. Instinctively, Heavy’s hand rubbed her arm.
“A few. Got some errands to run and gotta pick up your gift.”
Her head sprang up, and she tried maneuvering around to face him, but Heavy held her in place.
“What you doing?” He laughed as she struggled to break free.
“You got me something?”
The way she said it made him laugh. Not because she sounded ungrateful, but because she sounded genuinely confused.
“Yeah.”
“For what?”
Heavy frowned slightly, like the answer should’ve been obvious. “‘Cause I wanted to.”
Cyren was silent for a few seconds. Everything he’d been doing since day one was because he wanted to for her. It was that simple.
“Oh. Okay. Well, what is it?” she asked, now grinning even though he couldn’t see her. He could hear it all in her voice, though.
“It’s a?—”
He stopped himself from revealing what the gift was. Though he loved surprising people, Heavy was the type who bought a gift and told the person what it was before he could give it to them. Cyren should’ve been used to receiving things from him by now, but it was clear she needed another lesson in acceptance.
“It’s a what?” she queried, highly interested.
“You’ll see when we get to the mall.”
Smiling, Cyren slid her hands inside his shorts. Her hand brushed against his finely trimmed pubic hair before gripping his dick. It took nothing for him to become hard and lengthen under her touch.
“Can I see something else before then?”
She asked so politely while stroking him, Heavy could only nod. Turning around, he lowered his shorts while she tried to lower herself to the ground. Before she could, he gripped her face and gave her two kisses. Permission granted, she eagerly squatted and gripped the base of his dick before twirling her tongue around the tip.
Cyren eagerly worked her saliva along his shaft before fully taking him into her mouth. Her head moved rhythmically as she stretched her jaws to fit him. It was difficult, but she’d never been one to give up easily. Relaxing her throat, she moved herneck skillfully while gripping his thigh with her left hand, while her right hand helped maintain a steady slurp and stroke.
“Sss. Fuck!” Heavy hissed, looking down at her.
His low grunts and groans and the intensity in his eyes only made Cyren go harder. Her mouth got wetter the more vocal he was. Gripping her head, Heavy widened his stance. Nastily, Cyren let him fuck her mouth. The gagging sounds she made as he touched the back of her throat made his nostrils flare.
“Mmmhmm. Open that pretty mouth, baby. Yeeeah... that’s it. Shit!”
He was losing it, and Cyren took that as her chance to go in for the kill. Sucking dick was truly a sport you had to enjoy. Thankfully, Cyren loved the game. She gave it her all every time her pretty lips wrapped around him.
Back and forth, she added more points to the scoreboard. Heavy was losing, but he wasn’t the least bit sad about it. In fact, he wanted her to win. Heavy wanted to place her on a pedestal and drape her with gold medals before filling her arms with gold trophies. His prize deserved every single award.
