Page 47 of Unwrapped

Unable to wait another second, I slide all the way inside, and she welcomes me home.

“Oh, God,” she says right before she lets out a loud moan. I pull out and thrust back in, both of us moaning so loudly that the sounds fill the room. I suck hard on her bottom lip, pulling it between my teeth, relishing in the taste and smell of her. We’re both so lost, we don’t hear anything else, incognizant of anything other than what we are doing.

“Baby girl? What’s that noise? Are you crying again?” I hear the words in what I think is the far distance, and when the door opens, I neither care nor understand what is happening.

All I know is how good she feels as she sheaths me inside of her. When she stiffens underneath me, I assume she’s about to come and I prepare to hold her through her shudders.

“Oh, shit. Oh my God,” she says. I continue to thrust, not realizing she’s trying to push me off.

“Baby girl, I brought you lunch. That devil I work for got everyone lunch, and I know you’re not eating so I—”

It’s not until her bedroom door swings open, slamming against the wall that I have any understanding of what’s going on, but when I hear the screaming, I finally realize the gravity of the situation.

I turn my head, still buried in her daughter, to find Mona standing at the door, screaming as if an ax murderer has her cornered. The plate of food she has in her hand falls to the floor and she puts her hands to her face as she looks on. She then lifts one hand to cover her eyes, all the while screaming at the top of her lungs.

In my haste to get off Miranda and shield my naked body from her mother’s eyes, I roll off the bed too fast and fall on my bare ass, giving her a clear view of my dick and balls. I stand up, using my hands to hide myself from her. Her eyes widen before she quickly squeezes them shut as her screams escalate.

Thankfully, Miranda’s brain is functioning properly because the next thing I know, she’s off the bed and throwing a blanket around us both.

Another set of heavy footsteps comes running down the stairs. A man carrying a baseball bat comes charging inside the small bedroom. Immediately, I step in front of Miranda with the blanket wrapped around both of us.

“What the hell is going on here, woman?” The man, who I assume is Miranda’s father, asks. When he sees us, his eyes nearly pop out of his head, but he lowers the bat, takes a deep breath, and turns to his wife. “Mona, why is there a naked white man in my house?” He lets the bat go and it lands with a thud on the carpet.

“Daddy—” Miranda begins.

“No! You don’t get to talk,” her mother says, practically hissing the words.

“Mona, she’s an adult,” her father says. “Let’s not embarrass them anymore.”

“Nigel, this is my boss! The naked white man in here taking advantage of Miranda is Nick Bain.”

He picks up the bat again, and I know I can easily take it from him, but the way the blanket is wrapped around both of us, I can’t take a step without both of us falling.

“No one is taking advantage of me, Mom. He’s my boyfriend,” Miranda says as she pokes her head from behind me.

“What?” They both yell at once. “When the hell did this happen?” Mona asks.

“At the Christmas party, Mona. Listen—” I begin, but she interrupts me.

“No, you listen,” she says, walking closer and pointing her finger in my face. “You’ve been taking advantage of her since then.” She paces around the room. “Nigel, this is all your fault! If you had come with me to the party, this never would have happened. Was sitting at home in your underwear watching football or whatever nonsense worth it? Oh my God! I can’t handle this. I can’t.” She grabs her husband’s hand for support. He squeezes her hand briefly, but then he moves his hand to her back and starts rubbing between her shoulder blades.

“Give me the bat. I’m going to make sure that if he makes it out of here, and that’s a big if, he’ll do it limping,” she says. She reaches for it, but Nigel takes it from her and throws it out of the room.

“I love her, Mona,” I say, hoping that will make a difference. “I’d never take advantage of her.”

“We’re in love, Mom,” Miranda says. “Calm down.”

“Don’t tell your mother to calm down,” Nigel says. “You nearly gave her a heart attack, gal.” I can feel Miranda bristle behind me. From the stories she tells about her parents, I can tell she’s not used to her father being angry at her.

“In love?” Mona asks, incredulous. Her eyes widen the same way Miranda’s do. “I’m confused. Did you two know each other before the party? How the hell can you be in love? The party was barely three weeks ago. How the hell do two people fall in love that fast?”

“We did, Mom. You said you fell in love with Daddy right away. Why can’t we?”

“Because your father is not the devil, that’s why!”

“Well, neither is Nick!” Miranda screams. Mona bristles, and Nigel gives Miranda a look I can’t interpret, but she stops short when he looks at her.

“Watch your tone, gal. You know better than to scream at your mother. As it stands right now, you are in no position to take that tone with anybody.”

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