I groan when her plump lips circle my crown, and then my teeth crunch when she takes me to the back of her throat.
For a woman who was never given the chance to showcase her brilliance of giving head, her skills are undeniable.
Miranda knows how to please a man orally.
I’d be jealous as fuck if I had witnessed a single scenario instigated by lust with her husband.
In the twelve months I stalked her, I didn’t even see them kiss once.
“Christ…” I grunt when she swivels her tongue around the base of my cock and fights past her gag reflex to accept me as deeply seated as possible. “You’re taking me so deep.”
I gather her hair in a ponytail, then use the firmness of my hold to control the movements of her head. I can’t have her choking on my cock, even with her gags sounding like calls from heaven.
When I say that to Miranda, her moan vibrates down my shaft, making me thicker.
Pre-cum leaks from the top of my cut penis as she sucks the marrow from my bones. She licks it up, as desperate for my taste as I am hers. I want her to ride my face, and for her juices to drench my beard, but I need her to feel how hard she makes me.
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.
