Free Cyrus by Mj Fields Page B

visited at least a dozen places, all the same. Tara Gardner was a
good girl, never caused trouble, kept to herself. So many fucking
times I wanted to ask why the fuck then did they not make her part
of their family. I was growing real tired of looking at the little
hopeful eyes in the homes I visited, knowing that more than half of
them would be lost and alone someday just like I knew she was.
    When I finally came home it’d been three
days since I’d felt any sort of peace, three days since I knew she
was safe. Three days since I’d been able to look in the mirror and
see the man I wanted to be, the man I promised my father I would
be. Now the reflection shone hollow, angry, and self-loathing.
    I showered and thought about what George had
said, “Tony didn’t have her, maybe she just needed to be
alone.”
    She had been alone for fifteen fucking years
and I knew damn well I couldn’t offer much more than friendship,
but I would also make sure she was safe. I dried off and went into
my room. Nickey wasn’t around much, I assumed he was staying at
Miss Septembers giving me space, he knew I wasn’t in a good place
and I was real thankful for that shit. I didn’t need to hear the
two of them and be reminded of the last time I got laid. ‘Cause I’m
pretty sure after this, I’d be doing background checks on every
piece of ass I even looked at twice.
    Birdie where the fuck are you? Was a
question I found myself thinking of a lot, at least five times in a
minute. I needed to know she was alright, and I swear after I found
her I was gonna more than make up for the three sexless days I’d
spent since she took off. It wouldn’t be her, but you bet your ass
I would be thinking about those green eyes rolling back as she was
perched on top of my cock. Fuck!
    I flopped back on my bed and stared at the
ceiling I reached down and adjusted myself and it felt pretty damn
good. I bent my knees and flattened my feet on my bed and grabbed a
hold of my cock and slowly stroked myself up and down turning my
hand. I used my other hand to rub my tip and that felt real nice. I
reached down and gave my balls a tug and rolled them in my hand, Birdie you’re fucking with me hard . I moved faster and my
grip tightened picturing her tight little cunt strangling my cock
like it had just three nights ago. My hips moved, and I let my
knees fall apart as I thought if Birdie perched on me fucking me.
Bouncing up and down on my cock.
    I needed moisture. I was gonna rub myself
raw but I didn’t want to stop, not when I could see her in my head
so clearly. I spit in my hand and continued stroking myself. I
changed hands when my wrist got sore and I continued pumping myself
in one hand and rolling my balls and giving them an occasional tug
in the other.
    My body tightened, the muscles in my legs
and ass tensed as I hammered my cock up and down faster, harder,
tightening my grip. I could see those green eyes, hear her moans in
my head and I swear white hot lightening shot through my body.
Sweat formed above my brow and I had to grind my teeth to stop from
calling out her fucking name. I sat up quickly, pumping harder,
faster, until I came so fucking hard my jizz shot all over my
chest. I slowed down savoring each stroke and then laid back down
trying to catch my breath.
    When I had calmed down I grabbed tissues and
cleaned up the mess , fucking Birdie !
    I started to get back up to toss the damn
tissues when there was a knock at the door.
    “Yeah?”
    Other than your mother whose voice do you
not want to hear with a handful of tissues covered in cum and a
sticky fucking chest? That’s right…your sister in law.
    “Cyrus, did you find…” the door swung open
and I had just enough time to cover myself and hide the evidence
that I had just jerked off.
    “Carly, give me a minute, would ya?”
    She scampered out of the room and if I
wasn’t naked covering myself with a damn pillow I would’ve chased
her ass out the front door.
    I threw on some