Chapter 6
“So, what happens now? Are you going to stay mad at me?” I say after the silent car ride back to my place.
He takes the keys from my hands, unlocks the door, and goes straight for the TV remote, turning on the nightly news.
I follow behind him and sit facing him before grabbing the remote and turning the tv off. “Baby, we need to be able to talk about this,” I whisper and only then does he turn to look at me. “I had no choice in the matter, it was simply a job. We’re not related by blood, if that makes you feel better.”
His eyes have grown dark and distant and his silence unnerves me. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Miranda. You should have told me before we went to meet him.”
“But, baby, you were so set on it. Would it have changed the outcome?”
“Probably not. But I deserved to know.”
I take his hand, squeeze it tightly, and my voice breaks as I speak again. “I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t want to upset you, that’s all. You come from a very conservative background, and you’ve already taken on so much more than you should. I only wanted to protect you.”
He rubs his thumb slowly over our joined palms, alleviating some of my anxiety. “You don’t have to protect me, Miranda, okay?”
“Do you forgive me, babe? You know how much I hate it when we fight.”
“It was all your doing, Miranda. You’re going to be punished for lying to me.” His smile is warm and wicked at the same time. I’m happy our argument is over, and even happier that he’s trying something new with me.
“I am?” I smile at his words and start undoing the buttons of his jeans. “I’d love nothing more than to take whatever punishment you have in mind for me, J,” I croon and no words have ever been more true.
He pulls me closer, sealing my lips with his as his hand gropes my breast harder than he normally does.
“I am going to try being more of what you like, okay? Will you let me know if I’m hurting you?”
“Darling, there’s no friggin’ way that would ever happen. I know you, remember?”
"Promise me, Miranda."
"I promise," I whisper, locking eyes with him as he mauls my breast harder now.
I swallow hard as his strong hands now guide my head toward his crotch and I’m already salivating at the thought of him manhandling me.
“Take me out,” he whispers as he looks into my eyes. “You know what to do.”
I do as he asks and when he’s free, I take him in my hands, stroking softly until his breathing lets me know he wants much more than just a handjob. I lean closer and take him between my lips, his low growl all the encouragement I need to know he’s enjoying this.
I start slowly, licking and sucking his crown, before popping him back into my wet mouth. Then I do it all over again until his hands get hold of my head and suddenly, he’s taking control, bobbing my head up and down his length while letting out the sexiest of sounds. I try to touch him after a while, but his voice stops me in my tracks. “No hands. Suck me harder,” he says and I smile internally because this is a side of J I have never seen before.
I suck harder for several more minutes until he stops and pulls me up, surprising me by sealing my lips with his. Not many men will do that, and it’s the greatest turn-on for a woman who’s just gone down on the man she loves. “I like how you did that,” I confess after he’s freed my lips and his hooded eyes have darkness lurking behind them.
“Don’t speak,” he commands.
I stay silent as he takes my hand and pulls me up on the living room table, sets me on it, and goes to work between my legs and I’ve never in my life been wetter for a man than I am at this very moment.
“This pussy always belonged to me,” he whispers between lavishly long strokes of his tongue and I am desperate to feel him inside me. “Always.”
I hold his head tightly and ruffle his hair and every time I try to clamp my thighs shut because the pleasure is too intense, he shoves them roughly apart and dives back in again, rubbing his whole face in my trickling moisture. I can’t stop watching him as he drinks every drop of me until I am left a boneless soul, seeking only one thing. Completion, that only he can give me.
“Please, Jonathan,” I hear myself say but he’s bound to make me suffer before he gives me what I want.
“Tell me what you want, Miranda,” he growls, taking his cock in his hand and stroking it roughly.
“Fuck! Please, Jonathan, I want you inside me! I can’t stand this any longer,” I beg, as he takes me in, in all my disheveled glory.
“Turn over,” is all he says and a moment later I feel him behind me, rubbing his manhood along my seam before roughly pushing inside me a second later. His strength never ceases to fascinate me as he pounds roughly into me, forcing me to take all of him the way he wants. His ragged breathing tells me he’s getting close and I brace myself for his imminent climax, wanting to do my very best to please my man. As if reading my thoughts, he abruptly pulls out of me and shoves me to my knees and I’ve never been happier, with him standing above me, claiming what’s always been his. I open for him and he hesitates before gently slipping back into my mouth, his warm cum coating my tongue and lips.