Loving Her (Mitchell Family #9)(36)

She reached up and grabbed her breasts. “You first. Tell me you want me.”

I groaned and ran my hands up each side of her rib cage. “You know I do. I need to be inside of you.”

I tried to sit up, but she shoved me down again. “Lay down and close your eyes. Let me make you forget about everything.”

It was exactly what I wanted her to do. She slid her body down my legs, dragging her long nails down my chest as she went. The pain combined with a sense of pleasure and I couldn’t wait to find out what she was going to do next.

Honestly, I didn’t care if she went fast or took her time. As long as she was touching me, I felt comforted.

Miranda got to my waist and moved slower, taking her time as she brushed the back of her fingers where the trail of pubic hair began. She was watching where she touched, becoming increasingly turned on by the second. I could tell from the way she was breathing and paying such close attention to detail.

I spread my legs apart enough for her get down between them. I knew what was coming next, but just like the very first time, it’s always a new experience. Miranda grabbed my dick. She rubbed it over her cheek, feeling the smooth skin of my shaft. She opened her mouth, letting her tongue protrude just enough to moisten my tip. I was eager, but remained silent, knowing that when I was in her mouth, it would have been worth the wait.

The utter moment when I felt her warm lips surrounding the tip of my cock allowed me to block out my emotions and accept a physical charge, giving me strength, pride and satisfaction. I reached down and moved her hair out of my view, so I could watch those lips applying the perfect pressure to my erection.

She massaged my thighs while she worked her mouth. As her own saliva lubricated my shaft, she grabbed the base with one hand and began jerking me off. I kept my eyes focused on what she was doing to me, what she was making me feel.

Miranda pulled away and sucked hard on my tip before spitting on it and taking it into her mouth again. She massaged my balls, and then tickled them while her masterful lips worked their magic.

My body began to react by itself. First my ass muscles tightened, and then my feet straightened. Her movements were too intense to ignore. I needed release.

She bobbed faster, moving her head up and down at a vigorous pace, taking me as deep into her throat as she could, sometimes even making herself gag as my dick brushed over her tonsils. I dug my hand into her blonde hair and pushed her into it harder. The more I did it, the more she gagged. I wanted to come in her mouth and fill her with my heated release, but Miranda had other plans for my hot juice. She jerked me hard, aiming my load to explode all over her supple tits.

I got off on looking at her nipples and watching as my hot cum squirted all over them.

When I finally relaxed, she giggled and ran both hands over her wet tits. “How was that, babe?”

I closed my eyes and smiled. “That felt awesome.”

She hopped up and started walking toward the bathroom. “I’m goin’ to shower and then we can have round two, if you’re still awake.”

I sat up and watched her naked body walking out of the room. “Oh, I’ll still be awake, but I might need a sandwich or some ice cream.”

I could hear her laughing as she turned on the shower. I needed what she’d just given me and it had done exactly what I thought it would. I knew it was temporary, but at least for a little while, I wanted to feel as close to my wife as I could get. At least, if all hell broke loose in the morning, I’d still have something I could smile about.





Chapter 20


Miranda


It was nice to feel the hot water running all over my face. Considering the state that my husband was in, I couldn’t exactly spill that I was just as stressed as he was. However, I did have one thing that he didn’t.

I had faith.

I believed that things were going to work themselves out. I believed that in time, this would all be forgotten, and he and Bella’s relationship would be as strong as it ever was.

The thing that got to me the most was the fact that she was denying the connection that she’d felt to Ty since the day she was born. I wasn’t being silly. Everyone could see it and, up until all this happened, she wouldn’t have denied it either.

Her inability to act right was our fault. Maybe we never should have lied to her, but being her father was so important for Ty.

Sure, we wanted to cover up a lie, and in a selfish way make her believe that he was her father, because Tucker never wanted her.

None of that mattered to her. All she saw was us betraying her.

I kept my eyes closed in the shower and tried to clear my head. After doing my wifely duties, I knew it was only a matter of time before he required more attention.

I had to give it to Ty, when the going got tough, he craved affection, like a baby needing his mother. He wanted to feel loved and in control. Who could blame him for that? It made complete sense.

I didn’t realize Ty had come into the bathroom until the shower door creaked. I didn’t turn around, knowing it was him wrapping his arms around me and nestling his head against my neck. “Are you okay?”

“What do you think?”

I turned around to face him. The water was soaking his hair and he looked up so it hit his face. Once he was done, he adjusted the showerhead and looked down at me. “I know you’re not good with patience, but you’re goin’ to have to learn to be. This isn’t somethin’ that one conversation is goin’ to fix, babe. Look, we’re a family, and I know this might suck right now, but it won’t last forever. Regardless who got me pregnant, you’re the only father she’s ever had. She knows that, even if she refuses to admit it, right now.”