Chapter 42
"Aahh!!!" Miranda suddenly jolted up from the bed, sweating profusely as her mind recalled what it was that made her heart fly out through the window. It was just a dream! Oh, thank goodness, it was all nothing but a dream.
But why does her heart yearn to see how it would have turned out, even though she was relieved that none of it was real? What would have happened if Damian... But she paused, she cautioned herself.
She decided to go for one of those late-night walks that usually helped her clear her mind, so she got out of bed and put on her robe and slippers.
As she was about to leave, she caught sight of him standing there on the balcony, he was backing her. Because of the quiet atmosphere and the fact that he didn't move, she could tell that it was just like last night. He couldn't sleep, but what could be the reason for his heart being so troubled and him not being able to get any sleep at all?
He didn't come to bed to join her at all, as part of the bed she didn't sleep on remained cold, and she had a good feeling that she wasn't the cause of his sleeplessness.
She went to him. "Damian?"
He was lost in his thoughts, staring into a blank space. He didn't seem to hear her.
She called again, "Damian..."
She didn't get a response again, so she decided to make contact. Then, as she took hold of his shoulder, his mind suddenly came back into reality. For most nights of his life, he always ended up going back to the place he hated the most, the place where he always thought about that terrible day.
Damian turned to see whose touch had pulled him out of the terrifying battleground.
"Go back to sleep Miranda," he stated coldly, returning inside to his study table, leaving her there, all alone on the balcony.
He didn't appear to be going to sleep, nor did he appear to be prepared to do so. Suddenly, her mind began to travel back in time, to the first time she saw him with his mistress, to their wedding day, to the dream she had just had.
Just like in her dream, Damian reminded her of what her heart truly desired, and she wouldn't hesitate to ask for it at that moment.
She left the balcony and went to his bedroom office, where he sat on his chair, his head between his two hands; he wasn't sleeping, but his mind seemed to have drifted once more.
Something told her that this had been going on for a long time with him, but that night would be different; she wanted to sleep in his arms, share in his thoughts, and comfort him in any way she could.
Without a single thought, she knelt and crawled toward him until she arrived at his feet. She leaned forward and gently kissed the bulge forming in his trousers as she raised her legs slightly and sat back on her legs. Miranda brought her face to a level with his crotch. His breathing became more audible as she fiddled with his heavy belt and pants, unbuckling and unzipping them. It took him a moment to notice she'd touched him again, and he raised his head, growling.
"Miranda, what are you doing?"
"Please... Just, let me...Help..."
"Help with what?" Then their eyes caught hold of each other, truly and deeply. They both felt the connection, both gazes locked, with no awkwardness, only the wonder of being lost in lust and love.
"I want you to make me a woman. I want to feel you inside of me," she finally said. The angry scowl on his face went away when he realized what she meant, and when she kept going, he didn't stop her.
Slowly, she took off his pants and reached inside for her prize. Then, she was shocked to see what her small hand had grabbed. In her dream, she had seen the biggest cock she had ever seen, and it was even bigger than she thought it was in real life. It was pulsing and beautiful, and it was getting bigger by the second.
It was already hard, and his balls were in her hand. The first time she tried at pleasuring a man, she didn't know how good she was at it, but she was sure to try. His hard cock felt a buzz of electricity when her slender fingers made contact with it.
She brought her mouth and then began to lick slowly up the full length of his shaft. She lovingly ran her tongue over every inch, savoring his masculine taste. After licking the entire length, her tongue danced around the thick head and found a drop of pre cum. The taste of it triggered her deepest desires and she began to lick and suck it greedily. She desperately wanted to take all of this beast into her mouth, but he was just too big. She wrapped her lips around the head and sucked as she flicked her tongue over his sensitive skin. Her tiny hand gripped the shaft and pumped up and down its length. Her hunger grew as he moaned and soon, she was rewarded with his thick, sweet prize.
Stroking her hand on his shaft, she took him into her mouth again, circling her tongue around his head, then sliding down to get his cock wet. She moved rhythmically, listening to his breath and moving with the natural flexes in his hips as he let her work him. His cock was so thick and hard, the pretty veins guiding her as she sucked him.
She moved her mouth up and down with her hand stroking him. She was making sure to get the full length of his cock. She could feel him swelling in her mouth, and he was starting to lean back against the chair as she stroked.
She let go of her hands and took in his cock as far as she could, almost choking. He helped her by bucking his hips to push his cock all the way into her mouth. This made her gag and make her eyes water and spit down her neck. He reached out to her and pulled the dress' neck to show her underwear.
Upon seeing her breasts, he could feel his dominance take over as he pulled himself from her mouth and stood up from the chair as he grabbed her, clearing all the work off his table before placing her on it. His plan was for him to start attacking her right away but then take a break. Because she was still so young, he couldn't let his animal instincts rule over all of him. He only knew how much he wanted her.
Fighting the urge to damn the consequences, he severed contact with her and pulled back, asking first as he caught his breath, "Miranda, are you sure this is what you want? Are you sure I am... What do you want?" He shivered, hoping he won't have to wait long and also hoping for a positive answer as his balls were so darn heavy now.
She nodded immediately, her arms reaching out for him. "Yes Damian, I want you to take me tonight."
After getting his answer, he came closer and leaned in close against her, his body pressing into hers, feeling her warm skin. They both held eye contact again. Her eyes were dark, sensual, and filled with need, and he could see right through them before he captured her mouth.
Their lips made a gentle kiss. Before control was lost, there were a few light exploratory kisses. Their hot wet mouths locked together, tongues exploring, his mouth made her pussy twitch with need, and her body craved to be touched. It was rough and teeming with lust and hunger.
Deep longing and yearning were fulfilled when they held each other. A warm embrace, tight hugs were gripping long to the chest, appreciative strokes and squeezes were finding each other over and over, again.
He guided his hand to find its way inside between her legs, and the tip of his finger descended inside her pants. He felt the hot wetness between her legs while his fingers were exploring, stretching, pleasuring, and igniting animal groans, circling her clit, urgently and firmly, building in speed and pressure against her wetness. She clamped tightly and moaned deeply, loudly as she came.
"You're stunning. You truly are a Goddess. Princess, you are everything I could have hoped for." He only wanted to please her, to live in order to make her happy. He adored and worshiped her, and he needed her now more than ever.