CYRUS
MEN OF STEEL
BY
MJ FIELDS
~Cyrus~
Truth
I know who I am. I’m Cyrus Steel, son, brother, uncle,
friend to people I choose to bring into my life.
Truth
I could fuck up anyone I want.
Truth
I know the devastation I can and have caused.
Truth
I can’t change the past, but I have chosen how to live
now.
Truth
I like to fuck, and I will do a chick better than she’s ever
been done. Hard and wild. No more than three hook ups. No expectations, no one
gets hurt. As long as she agrees …it’s on.
One of my favorite tattoo’s bridges the V, and it says
Truth.
A constant reminder of who I was and who I am now.
~Tara~
I wasn’t sure I knew how or even if I should tell him there
was no one who loved me. Tony was the last person to say those words to me and
he hadn’t meant it. He just wanted to use me.
That’s what this beautiful man underneath me, showed me
today. He hadn’t used me, he didn’t even know me. But he thought I was
beautiful, and he was nice to me. Tony was wrong about him, and even though I
never want to see him again, I wish I could tell him just how wrong he
was.
Can truth be altered? Can truth be seen when walls are built
for protection, for self preservation? Will self doubt and years of pain cloud
two hearts from finding their truth?
Hungry --I was so fucking hungry for her sweet milk I
dragged her to the bottom of the bed and threw her knees over my shoulders. She
sat up and grabbed my hair, pushing her hot wet snatch harder against my
face.
She was shaking all over which was kind of hot. Not this
time, this shit was mine. I wrapped my arms around her legs supporting that
little peach of an ass, and stood. She held on tight as I pushed her back
against the wall and fucked her with my tongue and sucked her little nub until
she screamed and dug into my back. Her body trembled as I continued and she
began to plead for mercy. I slid that hot drenched little cunt down my face
rubbing my stubble against her thighs and slowly down to the floor.
“Oh my God,” she panted.
“Birdie that was just a taste,” and I’d never tasted
anything so fucking sweet in my life.
I pulled my shirt off, and her eyes looked over me. For a
moment I’d forgotten she’d never seen me shirtless. Hell yeah, my body was hard
but she was checking out the art. Her little fingers traced the piece on my rib
and she looked up at me, “It hurts.”
I couldn’t think or speak or have any desire to explain just
how bad, not now, not ever.
“A little, but you wanna know what will make it feel all
better?” I picked her little ass up and laid her down and shed my
pants.
Her eyes widened when she caught a glimpse of my hard cock,
yeah that’s right, fucking hung. And hell no that’s not arrogance--- that’s
truth. Just like it said across the V. She fingered that as well tracing the
letters in awe and wonder.
“Birdie, you gonna play with my ink, or give me a little
somethin’?”
A smile crept across her face as she looked up at me. I
wasn’t use to this shit, this curiosity and when they say it kills the cat
they’re fucking wrong, it kills the cock.
“It’s real big,” she grabbed right under the head and I
groaned as the electricity of her touch pulsed throughout me.
“You wanna say hello?”
“I wanna kiss it.”
“If you’re waiting for permission, you’ve already got it, do
with it what you want.”
She was killing me with the little pecks up and then back
down my shaft. She looked up at me and her tongue darted out and licked from my
balls to just beneath my head and then back down. I was no bitch but I am
pretty fucking sure I was going to cry if she didn’t suck my tip.
She looked up at me again and smiled, “You taste
good.”
And now I was gonna blow it all over her face, one more word
and I was a fucking goner.
“Suck my cock Birdie,” and she did.
Her tongue circled around the tip and I knelt on the bed in
front of her. Those green eyes never left mine she watched me as she went up
and down my length slowly then fast and then slow again. When she sucked
hollowing her cheeks and moaned on the way up I pulled back because I wasn’t
about to blow my wad yet. I wanted in.
I pushed her back and sucked on her left titty and I worked
it as I rubbed her drenched little pussy. She pushed against my hand slowly and
I eased a finger inside her tight little twat. I was gonna have to work at
this, fuck she was tight. I shoved another finger in and she cried out,
“Yes.”
And her hips began to meet my hand, “Kiss me, please kiss
me.”
“Fuck yeah,” I started at her tits and made my way slowly up
her collar bone. And across her jaw as my fingers continued working her hard.
She was softening, stretching and soaking my fucking hand. I couldn’t wait for
her to put a choke hold around my cock.
She turned her head towards me and nudged my face with her
nose I looked up and she grabbed my lip with her teeth. I opened and her tongue
rubbed my lips, hot and sweet. I pulled back and wrapped mine around hers
slowly licking her lips and then tasting her. Damn, damn, damn. She tasted as
sweet here. I was licking inside her mouth: tasting her as she tasted me.
When she reached down and stroked me, asking for me, I
almost wasn’t ready. Kissing her was hot as hell and I didn’t want to stop. I
rolled over taking her with me, on top of me. I held one hand behind her head
as I continued tasting her and I fumbled in the nightstand for a condom. I put
it in without breaking the seal of our lips.
I rolled back over careful not to crush her and reluctantly
pulled my mouth from hers. I wanted to hear her screaming my name when I
crashed into her. Holding my body above her I rubbed my cock against the warmth
of her opening and pushed slowly. I had to work real hard. But as hard as I was
working to get inside her, she was working her little hips, too. Her eyes were
sealed tight and her lip was between her teeth.
I bent down and kissed her, rolling my hips as I stretched
her. Her hands held tight to the sides of my head as she whimpered against my
mouth. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could take it before I just nailed her.
She winced a bit and I pulled back but not too far-- I was sure as hell not
going to retreat now. I reached between us and felt that little ball of nerves
and slowly, lightly rubbed it. She pushed against me and I swear to God I was
bottoming out but when she thrust again it was so fucking hot. She moaned and
whispered in my ear, “Roll over.”
I wasn’t much of a bottom guy but seeing her little ass
perched on me was something I couldn’t resist.
I am a very new self published writer. I will tell you I
have always had a very vivid imagination. Starting at age 3 (as it states in my
Baby Book).
Sigma was my very first love (imaginary boyfriend). He lived
about fifteen miles from my childhood home, (a farm). I took him chicken noodle
soup every night on one of our families snowmobiles, (Summer, Fall, Winter, and
Spring). Apparently he was very ill and "Thank God" I was able to
take care of him.
Next was my very first self publishing gig. At eight my
cousins and I (and yes I was the president) wrote a newsletter and sold it to
our family members.
Years later I decided to put it back into print to entertain
my cousin as she was on an aircraft carrier on 9/11 (Kick ass cousin BTW) and
very far away from home during a very scary time for our country, (protecting
our butts).
Fast forward to 2012. I read 50 shades and thought, I can do
that, (meaning writing). I have two complete series The Love Series, and
Wrapped. I have two new series Burning Souls and Men of Steel. Ten books in 13
months. CrAzY and wonderful.
I love love! ( I would love to reference Pinks new song here,
however I am not sure if that would cause copyright issues.)I also tend to
enjoy watching people grow and change with self realization and moments of
clarity that just sneak up behind you and smack you in the head. I love people
and have always been able to see both sides of a story. Each person that comes
into our life leaves us with something it is what we choose to do with it that
helps us grow.
I live in central New York in the middle of nowhere and am
surrounded by family and friend most the time. I run a small business out of my
home and spend time reading and doing the typical Mommy things. Our house is
full of pets and friends and noise ninety percent of the time, and I would have
it no other way.
I love people,music, laughter, hugs, and books.
Website: http://mjfieldsbooks.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/mjfieldsbooks
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7023103
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