“Damian?”
She’d followed him in here. He cussed himself inwardly for forgetting to lock the door. Why had she come here? He didn’t need her to be here now, he needed to be alone. He needed some space in his mind to process all that had happened today, and he certainly was not in the mood to see her.
She came closer, reaching where he sat, “Damian?” She called him again but was met with silence.
“Damian… please say something…”
“What is it you want, huh? I’m not in the mood to say anything to you, Miranda. Please excuse me…”
“I know that what I did was wrong… but I’m here to renew my promise to you, Damian. That kiss you saw… meant nothing to me, nothing can ever happen between me and Walden… nothing.”
“I’ve told you, I’m not in the mood to discuss anything with you…”
“Then let me put you in the mood.” She inched closer to him and knelt in front of where he sat. He gave her an angry growl to scare her away but she was not moved. He could hurt her for all she cares, if that’s what will make his pain go away, then he can do what he wants with her. His gaze narrowed as he studied her.
“Did I ask for you for this, Miranda? Get up on your feet right now if not I will not be held responsible for what happens next.”
She shook her head and looked up at him from beneath her lashes. Although he was really mad at her, she could see the lingering frustration gradually slowing replaced by his growing interest and arousal. She slithered closer and began to unfasten his slacks, opening the fly and pulling out his semi-erect cock. She stroked it, up and down, looking up at him intensely, as his eyes fastened greedily on her mouth.
She dropped her head to face his cock and watched in fascination as his erection hardened, becoming engorged and rigidly long. She took her hand over the length, pleasuring him, in a way she found so beautiful and erotic. She could feel his excitement, the edgy desire coiling through his body. Oh, yes Damian was so longer mad at her.
Her hand slid to the head, squeezing lightly before pulling back toward his groin, making the distinction even more apparent of just how large he was.
“What are you doing to me Miranda?”
“Don’t you like it? I’m just showing you how sorry I am… How it is only you I want and belong to.”
The way she was talking must have affected him so much because he became hardened with delectable swiftness.
With her lips just at the tip of his cock, she whispered, “If you think there’s anywhere, I won’t make you come, you’ll have to reflect again.”
“Miranda,” he breathed, his eyes hot and tender. He cupped her throat, his thumbs brushing over her jaw. “You’re slowly killing me. Do you know that? Are you doing it on purpose?”
“I want you,” she whispered.
“Miranda, what are you-” he exhaled harshly.
Her lips swept across his broad crest. His fists curled into a fist as he reached back for something to grab. She held him in both hands and softly sucked on his velvety head. Her moaning is caused by the softness of his skin and his distinct aroma. She could feel the vibrations in his entire body and hear a growl in his chest. She was still sucking him slowly as he moved closer to her and slid hard and deep into her mouth. She took a long breath and savored his aroma and flavor on her tongue. She yearned for him, yearned for this possession. He was all she could think about.
His hands tangled in her hair, gripping her head, holding her as he withdrew and then pushed more deeply into her mouth again.
“Oh! Fuck, Miranda. Your mouth is so sweet. I’ve been dreaming of this… Of fucking those pretty lips and coming all over your mouth.”
Aroused by his confession, she fluttered her tongue across the underside and quivered with joy. When hot burst of pre-cum spurted on her tongue, fisting the root of him with one hand, she hollowed her cheeks and drew rhythmically, hoping for more.
“Fucking hell!” He groaned. He made a sound filled with the sweetest agony. “That’s it, baby. Take me deeper. Harder. Love the way your throat shakes around my dick. Take it. Take more. All of me. That’s it……… your mouth. Keep sucking.”
His fingers curled more tightly in her hair, pulling and tugging at the roots until it was impossible for her to move. She realized he wanted control because he started out with tenderness, then grew rougher as the lust he felt overwhelmed his control. Her head bobbed as she continued to pleasure him, jacking him with one hand while she sucked and stroked the crest with her mouth. Heavy veins coursed the length of his cock, and she made sure to slide her tongue along them, tilting her head to find each one.
He swelled, growing thicker and longer. Her knees getting uncomfortable, but she could care less; her gaze was on Damian as his head fell back and he fought for breath.
“Miranda, you suck me so good.” Holding her head still and taking over. Thrusting his hips. Fucking her mouth.
She gripped his straining thighs in both hands, frantically working her lips and tongue, desperate for his climax. His balls were heavy and big, she cupped them, rolling them gently, feeling them tighten.
She closed her eyes, her entire body quivering as his movements became more forceful. She sucked and licked, allowing him to slide in and out of her mouth. His moan filled her ears, satisfying as she took the initiative and sucked him deeper.
“What you do to me,” he said in a ragged voice. His grip tightened in her hair. “Just kneel there, I’m going to make me come in your mouth and I want you to swallow every drop.”
He thrust, forcing himself deeper than before, and then he held himself at the back of her throat, her nose pressed into his groin, holding her hair tightly in his grasp. His entire body was tense, indicating that he was about to have an orgasm. This wasn’t going to be a long, passionate dance. It was a brief, nasty thrill. He began to thrust fast and hard, wet sucking noises echoing in her ears as her cheeks hollowed with each surge forward.
The first spurt of semen was so thick, she struggled to swallow. Mindless in his pleasure, Damian was thrusting against the back of her throat, his cock throbbing with every wrenching pulse into her mouth. Hot and salty, it spilled into her mouth, filling it as he continued his frantic pace. She swallowed, the forceful jets hitting the back of her throat just before the head of his cock did. His hand tightened in her hair to the point of pain. Rising on his tiptoe, he pushed into her until she was nearly overwhelmed by the deepness of his entry. Holding himself there as the last of his release pumped into her mouth. She swallowed and coughed, her eyes watering but still pumping him in her fists, milking him. His entire body shuddered as she took everything he had. The sounds he made were the most gratifying sound she’d ever heard.
Finally, his grip on her hair eased and he slowly allowed his cock to slide from her mouth.
She was about to relax, but he wasn’t done with her yet.
“Not so fast… I told you, I warned you that I won’t be responsible for what happens next.”
He wanted more of her body, and she wanted more of him, she squirmed as he slammed her body onto the table facing them, bending her over until her ass faced him… then slowly, he slid into her… fucking her with intent, claiming her the way he’d always done.
Miranda gasped and shook with every thrust, like she couldn’t get enough. Time passed so fast; they were too involved in the moment to notice how their intimacy went from table to bed. This is the kind of collision Miranda wants, instead of them fighting all the time.
“To be honest, when I saw you kissing him. I feared one thing that would have scared me even more than losing a battle; I feared losing you, Miranda.”