Breaking Through. AM Hartnett
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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 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