Breaking Through. AM Hartnett
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 drew 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