Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
She needs to know none of this is about anyone else but us.
Miranda’s eager sucks have me racing for the finish line. She pays a heap of attention to my engorged crown while pumping the portions of my shaft missing out on the warmth of her mouth. Then, just as my balls pull in close to my body, she kneads the pressure making our exchange painful.
I’ve never wanted to come so badly in my life.
My grunts and moans encourage Miranda to go faster. She loses control on my cock, and it takes everything I have not to surrender to the madness. I want to come down her throat, to watch her eyes dilate as I spill my load onto her tongue, but I also want to be balls deep inside her before filling her with my sperm.
Taking her bare gets better every time we do it. The dangers associated with unprotected sex, and the knowledge she is the only woman I’ve ever broken the rules for, has me putting steps into play to experience it again before they’ve fully ruminated.
In ten heart-thrashing seconds, I flip Miranda over until she is on her hands and knees and her fantastic ass is thrust high in the air, unbutton her jeans, peel the waistbands of her jeans and panties to her knees, then enter her from behind with one ardent thrust.
She calls out, her moan unlike anything I’ve ever heard. It has my cock throbbing through a release like I won’t be ridiculed to hell for coming after one pump, but I don’t stop. I continue pounding into her until her climax hits as fast as mine smashed into me.
As I pound into her relentlessly, she shouts my name.
Shivers wrack her body, and the walls of her pussy tighten around my shaft.
“Yesss… Take me. Accept every inch. Swallow my dick like you’re still hungry for my cum.”
My cock thickens to the point it is painful when the angle of our romp allows me to see the mix of our excitement on the shaft of my unsheathed cock.
“Oh god…” Miranda moans, her words breathless and full of lust as she slowly comes down from climax. “How are you still so hard? You’re taking me so deep. It feels so good.”
My chest puffs high, proud of the shock in her tone.
“It’s you, butterfly. Everything about you makes me hard.”
I thrust fast, making her tits clap.
“And then there’s contemplating if his plan will work, but for me instead of him.”
Miranda peers back at me with red cheeks and wide eyes.
Her confusion should lessen the strength of my pumps.
It doesn’t.
It doubles them.
I’m not a jealous fuck… until it comes to her.
Then I’m a fucking tyrant.
“There was only one time I intervened in your marriage before you invited the carnage.” I fuck her wildly, like she is to blame for her husband’s fucked-up ideas of marital bliss. “I didn’t give a fuck that you had his last name. There was no way I was going to let a prick like him knock you up.”
Miranda’s mouth pops open to release a moan in response to my brutal pounds, but eventually, a handful of words slip out between her heavy breaths. “Roy… doesn’t… want… children.”
I grind my teeth together before forcing words between them. “Then why did he replace your birth control with placebos?”
She wiggles, demanding I stop.
There’s no fucking chance in hell of that happening. I held back my desires for months for that prick. I ain’t doing it again.
As I continue thrusting, shifting the concern on Miranda’s face to need, she slowly says, “I don’t know.”
Another handful of pumps.
Another husky sentence.
“But I promise it wasn’t for what you’re thinking.” She shivers through signs of an imminent orgasm before continuing. “For one, we’d need to have sex for that to happen”—I stop punishing her for the foolhardiness of another when she adds—“and we’ve not done that in an extremely long time.”
I slow the thrusts of my hips until they’re no longer manic, and then I slide my hand around her body to toy with her clit.
The swivels of my index finger and middle finger, and the flexes of my cock as I stretch her wide, switch the focus back to where it should have never deviated from.
It returns it to us.
A low, shallow groan rolls up my chest when Miranda’s moans remind me of the faint noises she releases when she is consuming something naughty. Before I entered her life with guns blazing—literally—it was only ever in the darkness of night and long after her husband went to bed.
“Mm.”
I doubt she knows she’s doing it. She is too self-conscious after years of abuse to openly express her desires, but they’re the noises I crave more than her screams.
They expose the true depth of her pleasure, and how they only ever sound now when I am near.