Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
If Tasha snoops, my ma will be brought into a fight she doesn’t belong in. If that fight tells her I wed without her attendance and permission, my balls will be tacked to the wall in her condo not even thirty seconds later.
So, as much as I hate keeping secrets from my ma, I don’t have a choice.
The storm will blow over relatively easily for me. Miranda won’t be so lucky. From the defeat in her eyes when she stormed into the hotel room, and the date on the document I forced through the correct channels days earlier than necessary so her husband wouldn’t die a martyr in his wife’s eyes, I know her nuptials will take a little longer to get over.
I never anticipated I’d be one of the tools to help her forget him, but I’d be a liar if I said I wasn’t grateful. Miranda is a great chick. She has fantastic tits, a ripe, salivating pussy, and enough gall not to be a doormat.
None of the women I’ve been with in the past twenty years have come close to the motivation Miranda hits my cock with any time I see her. She’s more addictive than heroin, and I’ve only sampled the surface of her stimulants.
The reminder sees me tossing Miranda onto the mattress. Her giggles firm my cock more, but when I flip her over and drag her back… fuck.
Her ass is pure perfection.
It is too much for a boy to handle and has my plans jumping two steps ahead.
“Old girls like this need more than a ratchet to dismantle her.”
Miranda stops wondering if my “old” reference is about her when I palm her dripping pussy before swiveling her clit between my index and middle fingers. We’re the same age, but even if we weren’t, nothing could derail this train. It is on the tracks, clattering toward climax station.
“The bolts seize from a lack of movement over many years.”
Miranda moans with me when I curl my arm around her midsection and tug her back ruefully enough for the bed frame to screech in the process.
She isn’t worried about us breaking her bed. She’s concentrating on the firmness of my cock when it grinds against her ass, and how the bolts in the bed frame wouldn’t be seized in place if they’d undertaken regular rocking sessions.
Tasha and Roy may have been photographed here and fooled around in this very bed, but they didn’t fuck like thoroughbreds here.
The seized bolts tell a story Roy will never want shared.
I lower the hand groping Miranda’s stomach as if its squishiness is as enticing as the fantastic swell of her tits—because it is—to the apex of her pussy.
My palm flattens against her clit as I rake two fingers between the folds of her wet cunt. She’s still drenched, meaning I don’t face an ounce of resistance when I stuff two fingers deep inside her.
She writhes, forcing her sexy thighs to shudder. The wish to beg is all over her face.
“Do you want to come again, printsessa? Are you greedy for more?”
When she remains quiet, I squash my palm down firmer, doubling the shudders of her panted breaths.
I don’t want to catch her so I can pluck her wings like the vindictive fucks jealous of her reincarnation.
I just want a few more moments to admire her beauty before she flies away, never to be seen again.
Miranda’s long glossy locks slip off her back and roll down her side when she peers back at me. She watches me under hooded lids for several seconds while I grind my cock against her ass and stimulate her pussy with my hand before she nods.
I smile like all my Christmases have come at once as I lower my hand to my jeans. Her watch when I unbutton my jeans and lower the zipper makes me painfully hard. She likes drinking in my body as much as I do hers.
Before I remove my cock from its tight restraints, I grip my shirt at the back of my neck and pull it over my head while toeing off my boots, my fingers never once moving from her slick canal. I finger fuck her with slow, purposeful pumps while stripping out of my clothes like she paid for the honor.
“You’re so fucking wet,” I murmur when the undeniable proof of her excitement glistens on my fingers. Her pussy tightens when I add, “You need to be. If you want the bolts to loosen enough you can add this piece of shit to the inferno keeping your neighbors’ heating bill low over the past three days, you need to be taken hard and fast.”
I thrust my hips forward, my cock’s head skidding across the sensitive skin between her ass and her pussy.
Her ass cheek wobbles when I slap it, and its claps as I increase the speed of my pumps massage my cock when I rock it back and forth.