Miranda’s body is a temple of seduction.
It was built to be fucked.
I love fucking her. And since it is a gift, not an expectation, I enjoy every minute she is willing to share with me. It isn’t a chore like the women I used to get off with when my hand wasn’t enough.
Her pleasure is my pleasure.
Miranda’s pussy is so snug, amazingly firm around my cock, and wet. I pound into her without an ounce of resistance, only holding back to ensure the spasms her uterus faces are from the ebbs and flows of an incoming mind-hazing climax.
Her body quakes through my pounding thrusts, her knees skidding across the sheets, and her tits clapping from the force of my pumps.
I thrust harder.
“Take me.”
Faster.
“All of me.”
Rougher.
“Accept my cock like a good little wifey who can’t get enough.”
She comes with a cry, her pussy tightening around my throbbing shaft with the tightness of a fist.
“God,” I grunt out, my voice husky with lust. “You’re strangling my cock, begging it for its cum. You’re going to make me come so hard.”
I slap her ass, causing it to jiggle when her urge to drive me off a cliff sees her thrust back harder, fucking me as unrelentingly as I am fucking her.
She grinds her ass against me, taking me even deeper, before adding a teasing squeeze to every thrust.
I drive into her so fast the headboard no longer bangs against the wall. It bunny-hops away from it, the strength of my thrusts no match for the titanium-plated steel holding it together.
The bed’s legs wobble as intensely as Miranda’s thighs when she notices its sways. Her worry that the bed is about to fall into a heap beneath us doesn’t weaken the intensity of our exchange, though.
We fuck wildly.Crazily.
We move in sync like we’ve been dancing this madly passionate tango for years.
Then, just as the mattress crashes to the floor, Miranda comes again.
“Fuck,” I bite out, my balls throbbing as I try to stave off doing the same.
I lose the battle when Miranda shouts my name for the second time.
As I still my hips, I flare my nostrils, drinking in her scent, while my release pumps inside her in raring spurts.
9
MIRANDA
Sweet lord, he did it.
He dismantled the bed I’ve been endeavoring to disassemble since I returned from the hotel.
I am too tired to add the frame to the fire I’ve kept stocked for the past three days, and the mattress to the charity collection pile.
I’m so zonked I could sleep for a week.
