Breaking Through

Becoming crazed beneath him, Miranda worked her lips around the thick circumference like he was a Popsicle. She felt the effects in her mouth, the insistent throb in the veins between her puckered lips, and yet he maintained this torturous pace even as she tucked her hand between them and jerked the fat length.

His focus was entirely on his slow and feather-light exploration, and it was quickly driving her crazy.

With a gurgle, Miranda lifted her entire body. She couldn’t take any more. He didn’t resist her, but the look he gave her as he rose to his knees, glistening cock in hand, was infuriatingly victorious.

She could have bared her teeth at him and pushed him down, bitten the tantalising curve of his shoulder as she mounted him. She cursed necessity as she reached into her nightstand and pulled out a condom.

Simon crooked an eyebrow as he surveyed the contents of the open drawer.

‘That’s an impressive buy,’ he said of her rabbit vibrator.

She tore into the condom with what she was sure was a maniacal grin. ‘Best hundred bucks I ever spent. There’s a reason I’m not worried about waking the baby up: I know from experience how little sound carries in this place.’

‘Wait,’ he said as she went to unroll the condom over his dick. He resumed his earlier pose, dominating her bed. ‘I want to watch you get crazy while you ride me.’

She rolled the condom down his dick with a snap. ‘You’re pretty sure of yourself.’

‘I have no reason not to be.’

That arrogance stuck her like a pin, but she had to admit she found it a turn-on. His expression didn’t change. He knew what he had done to her with that smug tone, and if he relished the thought of proving himself any more, he would have licked his lips and rubbed his hands together.

Miranda wasted no time. She straddled him, settling on either side of his hips, and held onto his forearms as he reached between them and poised his cock at the entrance of the slippery home he had made.

One tilt of his hips and he stretched her open, and once he laid hands on her hips and urged her down she was corked.

He was a big boy, no question about that, but she was more than ready for him. Placing her hands over his, Miranda eased down slowly and bit her lip as the fat tip neared the sweet spot he had been playing with earlier. She could have screamed when he clamped down and kept her suspended, and she bucked to no avail.

‘Easy,’ he whispered with a hint of laughter. ‘I only get to do this for the first time once, and I want to enjoy it.’

‘Cut the sentimental bullshit,’ she growled at him, and squeezed her cunt around him.

The sudden choking at the back of his throat was a small victory, but he didn’t loosen his grip.

He shook his head and moved his hips in maddeningly shallow thrusts. ‘Sentiment’s got nothing to do with it: you’re as sweet and tight as I thought you were while I was playing with you, and I want to enjoy this for a few seconds.’

Miranda arched her back, but it did little to put him off his stroke. She tried another tack, running her hands from his forearms to his elbows and giving him a pout.

‘Fuck me, baby,’ she coaxed him with a purr.

It was a tactic she knew worked. She had learned it from Des during their brief foray into the bar scene. That innocent look and nibble had earned her free drinks every time.

Simon saw right through it. Laughter exploded from him and he held tight. ‘That doesn’t work on a pro bullshitter like me.’

‘Sure it does.’ She hung her head, letting the waves of hair fall over her chest as she ran her hands across his hairy forearms. ‘I know what you were thinking in that car. You were thinking how much you just want to bury your cock in my pussy, and you knew how bad I wanted it. You know how bad I still want it. Do it.’

She dug her nails in and leaned forward. She could see his resolve breaking down. That hungry look was back, becoming more ravenous with each passing moment, and his thrusts went deeper.

‘Make me go crazy,’ she went on, and he allowed her to lean further forward. Holding his gaze, she moaned as she rolled her hips, fucking only the tip of his cock, then looked down upon him. ‘Drive me out of my fucking mind.’

‘You’re a tricky girl,’ he murmured, and his grip loosened and moved to her ass as she sank down.

She moaned again. This time it wasn’t for show. Every inch spread her open, and as she took almost all of him he squeezed down, spreading her open as he pushed up the rest of the way.

He crushed his head back into the pillow as she rose, then let out a groan as she began to rock in search of that magnificent friction his fingers had found so easily earlier.

‘You’re so fucking sexy,’ he muttered, baring his teeth at her. ‘You were wrong. I was bullshitting you. That first look you gave me tonight when I asked if you wanted a ride, I wanted this.’

‘What happened to your chivalry?’ she asked as she ran her hands along his arms and clasped his wrists.

‘Like I said, my chivalry only lasts until I get what I want.’

He pushed up, and Miranda used her grip on him to build that charge with him. For a few frustrating moments he filled her with steady strokes. She wanted more. She wanted the sharp sting that could only come from the urgent thrust of his hips. She wanted go to crazy, but she wanted him to go with her.

‘You like that, though, don’t you?’ he asked suddenly, and resumed his controlled hold on her. ‘It’s written all over your face. You like that now that we’re here, you get to show off how much you love being fucked.’

‘You won’t let me show off.’ She emphasised her point by trying to buck the authority he held over her body, but her efforts only seemed to amuse him. ‘You’re just a brat.’

He laughed as he pumped into her. ‘And you like that, too, don’t you?’

‘I do,’ she confessed giddily as he allowed her to bounce in time with him.

The temptation to just keep bantering with him remained on her tongue, but as he finally handed the reins over to her she found it hard to do anything but expel the pressure in quick moans that escalated as he shook one hand free of her grip and toyed with her clit.

Miranda held on and pushed up. She felt the strain in her arms and legs, but she didn’t care, not when her pleasure was intensified. It shook her whole body, and before she was able to escape the sudden swell, the bed rocked as the scoundrel beneath her surged up and drove hard and fast.

As soon as she got a feeble hold of her wits, the bed became a battleground. Looking down her body at him, she saw the war in his eyes.

She was his conquest and she knew she didn’t stand a chance, but she loved a good fight.

The harder he pushed up, the harder she pushed back, and as the frenzy built up and the sounds of pleasure exploded all around them, she became less confident about the bedroom at the end of the hall being isolated enough.

Still, she didn’t stop. He’d wanted her crazy, and in the hot rush of blood she gave in to the insanity.

Leaving one hand upon him to keep her balance, Miranda joined her fingers with his around her clit and pushed down.

She showed her weakness, her mounting pleasure, and Simon quickly exploited it with his greatest weapon: the aggravating swagger of his words.

‘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.’