Page 130 of Twisted Truths

Her nails bit into my skin, and her heels tried to move me faster. “Mmmm, Miranda.”

Making love with her felt so good.

I wasn’t about to speed up; I wanted to enjoy every moment. Drawing my hips back, I plunged back inside and held myself there to feel every contraction of her pussy milk me.

She squirted, soaking me, her and the bed as her muscles tightened up. Miranda cried out, shaking as a violent orgasm tore through her.

“That’s my girl.” I groaned. “Fuck you feel amazing.” As her body calmed I rolled us over and dug my fingers into her hips. “Again.”

Her head shook. “I don’t think I can.”

“Let’s test that.” I smiled up at her and rocked her around.

“You want slow?” She licked her lips, braced her hands on my chest and pushed down, making me bottom out. “Or hard?”

“Mmm.” I tightened my hold. “Hard.”

“Like this?” She slammed her hips back and then rolled them around before sitting up to play with her tits.

“Fuck. Miranda.” I bucked my hips up to meet her, making her cry out.

We were moaning and panting loud as we fucked each other and I could feel her pussy gripping my cock. There was no holding back now, my orgasm was right there, and I raced towards it.

“Shit!” She groaned. “I didn’t know women could come more than once.”

“You gonna come for me?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” She shook while riding me. “Henry!”

Her pussy clamped down around me as she slowed down. I grabbed her hips, making her ride me through her orgasm, and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. “Miranda!”

I slammed her down as I bucked up, and my hips did some dance as I pumped her full.

Miranda fell laying against me, and I wrapped my arms around her pressing a kiss to her head.

She hummed and mumbled something incoherently. I rolled us to our sides, reaching for the blanket to cover us up.

She snuggled in against me, and this time I caught her words.

“I love you.” And a soft snore followed.

I don’t remember falling asleep, but I must’ve because I woke up alone and sat up in a panic. Throwing the covers back, I ran naked through the house and found Miranda sitting at the table with a bowl of mashed potatoes.

“Baby?”

Her head snapped up wide eyed as she choked on a mouthful.

“I found the bear!” My dad announced coming into the kitchen, and little feet came running from the laundry room.

“Daddy? What ‘appened to yours clothes?” Dillon asked as he and Charle skidded to a halt.

My mouth gaped open as I looked at my dad. “Dad?”

“I got a call to bring the boys home.” He turned and his shoulders shook with laughter.

Miranda coughed and cleared her throat. “You might want to …” she snickered. “Put some shorts on.” She motioned to my erection with her spoon.

“Jesus!” I jogged over past the boys and heard Charlie’s voice full of wonder.

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