Breaking Through. AM Hartnett

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СКАЧАТЬ flashed her a Cheshire Cat smile and drummed his knuckles against her headboard. ‘Pucker up and maybe I’ll let you in on my secret.’

      Miranda ran her hands from his ankles to his thighs and watched the hairs stand up in her wake. It thrilled her to see him sprawled across her bed, taking up so much space that she had only the nook between his legs. He was so out of place, so mountainous and masculine, and – she realised as she followed the trail of light hair from his chest to his abdomen – a little intimidating.

      Feeling him pressing through his clothing had been one thing. Seeing him fully erect, cock dark and arching away from heavy balls, was another. Puckering up became as daunting as it was enticing.

      Yet as she wrapped both hands around him, her mouth watered and she drew her tongue across her lips.

      His cock instantly jumped between her palms. She glanced up at him. The amusement on his face had been replaced by nothing but pure and beautiful need.

      She bowed and, just like he’d asked, she closed her lips around him and sucked the smooth crest into her mouth. The tang of precome hit her taste buds and filled her mouth as she took another inch. She took him slowly and quietly admonished herself for doubting that she could take him, as she sucked in the entire fleshy length.

      Around her shoulders, Simon drew his knees up and made a shelter for her. He opened and closed his fingers against his palms, and his abs clenched, hinting at the definition they had once had.

      For Miranda, sucking him became a treat, as he emitted desperate, throaty sounds. She quickly discovered just how to unlock them from the back of his throat: she dragged her tongue back and forth through the groove, then lashed him with it until his ass rose off of the bed.

      ‘Hey,’ he said, so softly she would have missed it if he hadn’t reached out and brushed her hair out of the way. She glanced up at him, meeting his gaze as his hand came to rest on the back of her neck. ‘Why don’t you get your panties off and come on up here?’

      She rose to her knees and pulled off her panties. ‘You just want everything your way, which is everything at once.’

      ‘And you’re just being selfish,’ he countered, his gaze dropping from her swollen mouth to the slick flesh she revealed. ‘You’ve had a good look and you got your mouthful. It’s my turn again.’

      The bed bounced beneath her as she wriggled her way out of her drenched panties. Simon pushed up, but she slapped his hands away as he tried to take hold of her. His second attempt was more successful, and she gasped as he flipped her onto her back and knelt over her, his cock above her face, his head above her thighs. He pushed her thighs apart, and then came the soft point of his tongue.

      For a moment she could do nothing but hold onto his hard thighs as he lapped her, dragging his tongue back and forth along her pussy. He had his way, spreading her slick lips apart and sucking her hungrily, until she could stand no more and bit his inner thigh.

      He might have laughed or he might have growled. Miranda wasn’t sure, but whatever it was that had spurred that ambiguous sound, his next move was to reach between their bodies and guide his cock back to her mouth.

      ‘Keep sucking me,’ he said, and as she filled her mouth he did the same.

      Fingers caressed and tickled, pinched and tugged, and delved into the wet shelter of her cunt. Wherever they went, his tongue followed, and Miranda could only moan around the heavy column between her lips. She rocked her head back and forth against the bedding beneath her, gorging herself on the first few inches as hungrily as he devoured her, until the hunger spread. As he buried his face between her thighs and flicked his tongue in and out of her pussy, Miranda craved more. She raised her head, inviting him deeper into her throat.

      As he gently fucked in and out of her mouth, she longed for more. She didn’t know how he could stand to be so patient. She never wanted to be rid of the sensation of him so hot and alive over her tongue. She wanted to lock her ankles around his thick neck and never let him out again, to move in this perfect harmony until pleasure and exhaustion took them.

      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 СКАЧАТЬ