‘There she is,’ he taunted her, his words shaking as they slammed together. ‘There’s that sexy pout you were trying to use on me. I’m putting that there now, aren’t I? How am I doing it? Talk to me, wildcat.’
As much as she longed to rage against him, she hung her head back and gave him what he wanted. ‘Oh, sweet Jesus, your cock feels so good.’
‘I’ll bet it does,’ he went on, leaving her to rub her clit while he reached behind and took two handfuls of her ass. ‘I’ll bet this feels good too, doesn’t it?’
Her fingers worked the slippery flesh around her clit, unleashing a storm in her body that rumbled and raged. He kept talking, cooing at her in an almost mocking tone that robbed her of what self-control she had left. He thrust up one last time, unseating her completely, and Miranda was set ablaze.
Without the hand that moved from her ass to the small of her back, she would have crumbled. Ragdoll-like, she dug her nails into his wrists and relied on his strength to keep her from disappearing completely into the ecstatic void.
She deflated, then shuddered through the aftershocks of her orgasm. ‘Oh, you are very bad.’
Without a word in reply, he slipped his fingers down to where their bodies joined. Eyes closed, Miranda’s whole body lit up with the pleasure that spread through every molecule.
‘A very, very bad man,’ she sang, then looked down on him. ‘Still hard, too. You didn’t come?’
‘Not my time. I told you, I wanted to watch you go crazy.’ He left her impaled upon his cock and slid his sticky fingers along her ribs. ‘I could have watched that all night. You’re quite the porn star.’
She could have listened to him talk all night, but her body was coming back to life, keenly aware of just how hard and big he was, and how he’d effortlessly gotten her off twice while he still simmered with that glorious flush on his cheeks.
Leaning forward, she ran her hands across the expanse of his chest as he toyed with her, tugging and pinching, his war still raging.
‘I’m feeling chivalrous,’ she told him. ‘What can I do to repay you for all the good you’ve done for me tonight?’
Try as she might, she couldn’t restrain a smile, and Simon sniggered as she stroked her thumbnail across his nipple until it rose.
‘Whatever you want.’
She pushed forward. Simon splayed his hands across her breasts and barred her from dominating him like she planned, but she still had one hell of a thing in her arsenal: she still had him buried inside.
She shunted her hips back and forth, riding just the first few inches, and celebrated the pleasure that wiped his smirk clean away.
‘What I want is you on top,’ she whispered, mesmerised by the fight in his body and how it was reflected in his face. ‘I don’t want to watch you go crazy, baby, I want to feel it for days afterward.’
She pinned him down with her body, rendering him captive in that tight sheath. Simon arced up, fingertips bruising as he rolled his eyes upwards, then sat up with a growl.
‘You have no idea what you’re asking,’ he said, wrapping her as close as possible before rolling her over.
It was such a swift and simple movement but it turned the tables completely: his thighs held hers apart and he barred her movements with his body both inside and out.
‘I don’t think your bed can take it,’ he teased, ‘but, fuck it, if I break it in half, I’ll buy you another one.’
He rose up on his hands and turned into this feral thing leering down upon her, a man changed by the advantage he had taken, and he watched her as he drew back his hips.
‘Open up for me, honey.’ The savage rasp of his voice didn’t match the sweet endearment.
She grasped his shoulders and spread herself further, pushing her feet into the mattress as he had done.
The war was over. He’d conquered, and now he was going to enjoy his willing spoils.
He bent low, and Miranda lifted her head to meet the kiss she thought he wanted, but instead he drove back into her. True to his word, Simon tested the limits of her cheap bed by riding her hard and fast, quickly reigniting the fire that had cooled after her climax.
Holding onto him was futile. Those thunderous, jarring thrusts drove her closer and closer to the edge of the bed. She threw her arms up and clawed at the bedding around her head until she yanked the fitted sheet clean off one corner.
‘Fuck … oh, fuck, you’re gorgeous,’ he growled. ‘I could come just watching you like this.’
His words zipped through her blood as he slowed the pace of his thrusts to lean down and suck her taut nipple into his mouth. The pleasure from being devoured clashed with the need to keep pushing back at him.
She swung her legs around his hips and pushed down on his ass with her heels, then yelped at the sharp pinch of his teeth as he bit down.
He jerked up, his expression immediately apologetic, and straightened up onto his knees. Miranda was barely able to hold onto the mattress as he dragged her forward. He collected her legs from behind him, spread her open and planted his hands on her knees as he resumed his pace.
‘It’s OK,’ she assured him, noticing how rattled he looked. ‘I’m tough. A little nibble won’t hurt me.’
He seemed to want to say something more, but instead he returned her grin and pushed her legs further apart.
As he picked up the pace, his gaze moved down her body and that hungry expression returned. He slid his hand down the ticklish plane of her inner thigh and gave her clit a wiggle with his thumb, then retreated with a laugh as Miranda protested she was too sensitive.
‘That’s all right. I’ll get my hands on your vibrator soon enough,’ he teased. He grunted as he gripped her knees, pushing and pulling her body in sync with the perfect cadence of his hips.
As he pumped her, his features took on what could only be described as a scheming expression. He was up to something, rocking his hips back and forth with almost mechanical precision, and with the tremor that skittered along her pussy and sent hot sparks racing through her abdomen he gave her a wicked grin.
He laughed, low and sinful. ‘I think I’m going to have you soaking the bed. I might not get invited back.’
‘It …’ she started, but couldn’t finish her thought. To tell him that it would never happen, that she’d never had an orgasm that way even when she’d tried with her vibrator, made her feel shy and inexperienced, and she wasn’t ready to give up her equal footing with him.
Though, as his thrusts became more forceful and the friction against her inner wall grew, Miranda’s body told her that she wouldn’t feel as inexperienced once he was done with her. Every time he went deep, every time he pulled almost all the way, that pulse building within her intensified.
‘Let me feel it,’ he went on coaxing, and stretched along her body until his mouth was close to hers. ‘Give it up for me, honey. Come on my cock.’
He skimmed his tongue across her bottom lip. Miranda surged up to meet him and he pushed her back down. He bruised her lips with his as he fucked in and out of her mouth, tongue matching cock in his total domination of her body.
Her grip on the bedding no longer sufficed. She longed to leave her mark on him, so she ran her hands over his ass and fell in love with the flexing muscle beneath her palms as he pumped her faster. She tried to push words out, some dirty phrase to spur him on, but every attempt caught at the back of her throat in a gurgle, and so she dug her nails into him.
Once more he jolted up with a hiss, but there was no apologetic look this time. He roughly turned her over.
She gasped as he mounted her from behind, and had to hold onto the edge of the mattress as he rode her. His strokes were still precise, but the angle of his cock turned her volcanic as the fat head bumped over that sweet spot, over and over.
Best of all was his firm grip on her hips, dragging her back and forth over his dick, and the hot slap of his belly against her ass and his balls against her humming clit. She was still so sensitive that the constant tap-tap-tap dre
w her clit from its shelter. If he kept it up, he’d make her come again this way.
‘That tongue’s not so sharp with a hot cock pounding you,’ he said as the hard ball in her throat shattered and the moans poured out. ‘I figured as much. You’ve got that look you had while I was getting you off in the car. I’ll bet you pick fights just for the fucking afterward.’
She couldn’t help but laugh through the fever. He was right. He was absolutely right, and she loved that he got her, and couldn’t wait to give him another chance to push her buttons.
The pace of his thrusts slowed. Miranda whimpered at the prospect of having to endure a bit of teasing when all she wanted to do was come, then her whole body rocked as he made a ponytail of her hair in his fist. With his tug, her spine curved and her ass rose.
‘Get my dick as wet as you got my fingers,’ he said as her thoughts went to hell.
There was only the intense pressure deep in her pussy, a static ball of pleasure and energy that just grew and grew as he kept driving into her until she went off. Somewhere in the fallout she heard him swear violently, but she couldn’t think beyond her climax.
There was the same ecstasy flooding her veins, but she felt it pouring out of her and leaving her slick as Simon rode her harder than ever. With it came the ecstatic surprise that he had done with his cock what she’d been unable to do even with a vibrator.
Fingers pushed into flesh at her hip and he tugged her head back, bringing pain in a universe of pleasure. He thrust hard one last time and his cock surged inside the hot nether mouth that sucked him.
Then he let her go. Miranda went down and he went with her, buried deep where they both still pulsed. Thick arms wrapped around her, holding her like a lifesaver and anchoring her.
‘Oh, hell,’ he gasped, and as Miranda melted into the mattress he buried his face between her shoulder blades.
* * *
‘Your bedroom is so organised it’s almost scary. Make-up, clothes, art supplies, all neatly arranged.’
If he hadn’t spoken, Miranda could have fallen asleep with Simon stroking from her ribs to her hip, his warm mouth moving across her shoulder.
She lifted her head and looked around her. ‘It helps me think to have everything in order. You’ve seen the rest of the house. If it’s not baby-proofed it’s baby-wrecked. What about your place?’
‘I live alone, and everything not still in storage came from Ikea. One day I’ll get motivated to put the rest of it together.’ He dropped another kiss closer to her ear where she was ticklish, and laughed at her shiver. ‘My walls are bare. How would you feel about a couple of commissions?’
‘What do you have in mind?’
‘Something big for my office, and a few smaller pieces for my bedroom. I have some old photos at home I could email you, and you can quote me a price.’
‘Don’t worry about the money. I already have the supplies, so, as long as you don’t mind yours taking longer than it normally does, I’ll do it for free, since you’ve been so nice to me.’
‘Oh, I’ve been very nice to you, but I don’t want it for free. Give me a discount for my incredible talents.’
Miranda rubbed her palm over his hairy forearm as he walked his fingers over her belly. After a moment, she buried her face into the pillow. ‘That’s never happened before.’
Rather than ask her to elaborate, Simon nipped her shoulder. ‘I figured as much. I made it a bit of a mission of mine tonight to get you squirting.’
With a moan, Miranda squashed her face into the stuffing. His laughter surrounded her as he pulled her closer.
‘Are you actually getting shy on me?’
‘Yes. You do that so well – not talking dirty, but just saying what you’re thinking.’
‘In all fairness, I can’t think of anything else to talk about except your pussy,’ he purred, and slipped a finger between her thighs. She loosened up, enough to let him tease his finger at her drenched opening.
For a moment she just enjoyed the invasion, and moaned softly as he went to the knuckle.
‘You can’t stay the night,’ she said quietly.
He withdrew. ‘I wasn’t inviting myself.’
‘I’m just saying. You have to be out by three-ish.’ She flopped onto her back and giggled at the sly look on his face. ‘What’s that for?’
‘It’s barely ten-thirty. I can’t tell whether that statement suggests you have certain expectations about the next four hours.’
‘Maybe I do.’
She wriggled and squirmed as he crawled on top of her. The kiss she offered him was stopped short by his grunt as she ran her hands over the sweet curve of his ass.
Before he could draw her hands away as he had before, Miranda flattened her palms against his chest and pushed him up.
‘OK, that’s the third time you’ve chased me away from your ass. Do you have a tail or something?’
He hovered over her and what seemed like a million excuses passed over his face before he resigned himself. ‘You might as well have a look.’
For a moment she worried that he truly did have a tail, but when he knelt on the bed and turned around she saw that it was much simpler. Three nasty bruises marred what was otherwise a lovely round ass.
She wondered how in the hell she had missed it when he’d climbed on top of her, but then supposed that with his cock in her mouth she probably would have missed a tail, too.
‘Jesus Christ, do you flog yourself after every orgasm?’
‘The flogging comes before the orgasm.’
Miranda reached out, but this time he didn’t push her away. Muscle went taut, dimpling his ass as she ran her hand across the bluish-brown marks.
‘Why am I not surprised that you’re into something that kinky?’
‘Given our short but sordid history, I’d be alarmed if you felt faint at the thought.’
She traced the outline of the mark, then pressed the outer edge. Simon flinched, but when she looked up at him his smile was back.
‘I’ve never done anything like that,’ she said.
‘Giving or receiving?’
‘Neither. Is that your thing? Being bossed around?’
‘I like all thirty-one flavours, so to speak.’
‘Fuck, I’ve only tried about five.’ She stretched, then squealed as he straddled her hips and pushed her arms down into the mattress. She made a half-hearted attempt to free herself, then resigned herself to being at his mercy at least for the next few minutes.
‘I have preferences. I like being spanked, but I can be just as turned on if I’m giving the right woman a red ass. The same with gender, I’ve been with both men and women, but I’d rather a woman under most circumstances.’ He dropped lower and with a purr teased her tongue with his, then spoke against her mouth. ‘I don’t feel particularly comfortable doing anything too intense with a baby under the same roof, but name the night and I’ll pick you up and take you to my place for a sampler.’
Her head swam at the thought of what might be on the plate for one of his samplers, but he didn’t give her much time to think about it. She groaned as he lowered his head and licked around her nipple, still sore from where he had bitten her.
‘I’m not interested in being squeezed into your busy schedule of sexual escapades,’ she said.
Laughter sputtered wet on her breast. ‘I don’t have a black book, if that’s what you’re suggesting. The blowjob was an impromptu thing, and as for getting my ass paddled, I paid for that.’
While not very surprised by his kink, the admission that he had paid for it startled Miranda. It must have shown on her face, because he laughed and righted himself over her again.
He looked shy all of a sudden, his expression turning so boyish so suddenly that she pressed her hand against his chest to comfort him.
But Simon shook it off. ‘When I’m stressed out I need to burn it off fast, so I just make a call and step out for a while and pay for whatever I feel like. It’s not as sleazy as it sounds
, and I’m not just picking names out of the adult personals. I have, I guess you could say, a network. Earlier today I felt like having my ass painted red. It’s more exciting than golf and healthier than smoking.’
‘My eyes have been opened,’ she murmured as he released his grip on her and ran his hands down her arms, ‘though I find some good-old oral sex does the trick to burn off stress.’
‘You didn’t answer my question,’ he reminded her as he cupped her tits and flicked his thumbnail over the crinkled tips. ‘Can I see you again?’
‘Sunday,’ she said, gasping over the last syllable as the sharp sting zipped through her.
He readjusted himself, scuttling down to her knees. ‘Sunday. You can come to my place.’
Negotiations stalled as Simon worshipped and Miranda squirmed with delight. He didn’t linger long, moving quickly over her ribs and past her abdomen. As he moved he realigned her body, pushing her knees up and apart and tucking his hands beneath her ass to lift her.
He nudged her clit from beneath its hood in light, flickering strokes around and around, until her head spun in the same churning whirlpool as her body. She dragged the pillow beneath her head, propping herself up so she could watch this wicked tongue-fuck.
‘I might need a breather if you keep it up,’ she murmured.
He gave her a hot look. ‘You have all day tomorrow to recover.’
After that hard ride, her body responded to such soft treatment. She melted into the mangled bedding, closing her eyes and drawing one deep breath after another as he licked her.
Just as she began to lose herself to the silky cadence of his tongue, the inevitable happened: the baby monitor crackled, and then came the cry.
She groaned, threw her hands over her face and peered through them at Simon as he rose up.
‘His timing sucks,’ she said.
‘After all the racket we were making, I’d say he’s pretty generous.’ He crawled next to her and gave her a nudge. ‘Go head. We’ll pick up where we left off when you came back.’
She thought about pointing out that by the time she returned she’d probably need to rev up from zero, depending on the condition of the diaper that awaited her, but she kept her mouth shut as she grabbed her robe from the back of the vanity chair and headed into the darkness, stopping at the bathroom to wash up along the way.
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