Miranda's POV
My fingers trembled, tracing his pecs down to his abs, hard and warm. He unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall, then guided my hand lower to the bulge in his pants. His rod was thick straining against the fabric. "Go on," he urged, "touch it."
I hesitated, then cupped him, feeling the heat, the hardness. He groaned, "Good girl." His hands roamed my body squeezing my tits, thumbs circling my chest through the lace.
Then he knelt, pulling my panties down, exposing my wet main part. His fingers parted my folds, teasing, "Your turn, taste me."
He unzipped, and his rod sprang free, long, thick with veined, and I froze, "I've never…"
"I'll guide you," he said, gently pushing me to my knees. "Open your mouth."
I was nervous, my lips brushing the tip. He tasted salty, musky. I took him into my mouth, stretching around it, tongue tentative. He gasped holding my hair, "Taste it Miranda, ye-ah, just like that." I bobbed my head, slow at first then faster, his rod filling my mouth and hitting the back of my throat. His groans spurred me on, my main part clenching with need.
"Enough," he said, pulling me up, kissing me hard, "You're so sweet."
That night, in the bedroom, he laid me on the silk sheets, "Time for more positions," he said, stripping off his clothes. His rod bobbed, hard and ready. He positioned me on my back, legs spread, "just foreplay, no penetration yet."
His fingers teased my central, then slid along my inner part, making me gasped softly with sweet sound. He climbed over me, guiding my hands to his rod, "Stroke it, like this."
I gripped him, pumping slowly, his half release slicking my fingers. He kissed my neck, eating hard, then moved to my chest, tongue swirling over it, biting gently. "Try this," he said, shifting us to a sixty-nine, his face between my thighs, my mouth near his rod.
His tongue plunged into my main part, lapping deep, circling my entrance. Gentle soft voice escaped my lips around his rod, taking him harder, my hips grinding against his face. The pleasure built, intense, my body shaking as I came, his tongue relentless.
He pulled back, grinning, "You're getting good at this."
I panted, confidence growing, "I… I think I like it."
He chuckled and rolled to my side, spooning me, his rod as it pressed against my soft lower body part. "This part of your body, is so soft."
We moved through more positions as I flipped on top, straddling his thighs, grinding without taking him in; then switched it to doggy, his hands on my hips, teasing my main part with his fingers. My virginity stayed intact, but every touch made me bolder, hungrier.
Mid-session, I was sweating and breathless as I whispered, "Albert, I'm scared, what if I'm falling for you?"
He froze, his rod still hard against my thigh. His eyes softened, "Miranda, that's…" He leaned in, kissing me gently. "We'll figure it out."
Before I could respond, a sharp knock broke the moment. Albert's face turned to the door sharply after pulling away, "Who is it?"
A muffled voice came through, "Sir, it's me, Reynolds, about your sister. She's in trouble and that leads to being hospitalized. You need to come now."
Albert's face hardened, "What! Now?"
My heart started racing as I sat up, "Your sister? What happened?"
He yanked on his pants, "estranged, it's a long story just stay here, Miranda. I'll handle this."
He rushed out, leaving me naked with my body still buzzing, my mind reeling. Wait, am I falling for him? Don't even know what to think. I hope his sister is okay. The door slammed, and I heard his footsteps fade.
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Albert's POV
I slammed the bedroom door behind me, heart racing as Reynolds' words echoed in my head about my sister Lila in the hospital being in trouble. Miranda's confession about falling for me was still on its own, her body without clothes sprawled on the sheets, but I couldn't focus on that now.
I stormed into my office. My rod was still hard from our session, her sweet voice replaying in my mind, but family drama had a way of killing the mood.
By morning, I was on the phone call pacing, as Lila's weak voice crackled through. "Albert, I messed up," she said, coughing, "My hospital bill is pilling up. I had bad investments and loose money. I'm drowning. Can you help?"
I sighed because Lila never learns, "How much this time, Lila?"
"Fifty grand or maybe more," she mumbled, "I know we haven't talked in years, but I'm desperate."
Her words hit hard, dragging up memories of my own broken days while hustling in porn, sweating for cash to escape the same kind of mess she was in now. I'd clawed my way to billions for control, for power, so no one could pull me down again. "I'll wire it," I said, "but you owe me answers later."
She sniffled, "Thanks Albert, don't worry, I will explain."
I hung up with frustration, Lila's chaos was a distraction I didn't need, not with Miranda waiting for me, especially her virgin main part begging to be claimed, and I needed to get back to her, channel this anger into something hotter.
By afternoon, I found Miranda in the lounge wearing a sheer robe that barely hid her curves. Her chest pressed against the fabric. She looked up wary but curious, "You're back, is everything okay?"
"I told you it's family bullshit," I said, pulling her to her feet, "Let's forget it, do you mind riding me?"
Her eyes widened, "Ride? Like… what?"
I smirked, guiding her to a plush chair, "Not fully fun, okay? Just a simulation, I'll show you how to move." I stripped off my shirt, then my pants, my rod springing free, thick and ready. I sat pulling her onto my lap with her thighs straddling mine, "grind on me and feel the rhythm."
She hesitated then pressed her main part against my rod, the lace panties already damp. I groaned, "Goodness, just like that, move your hips." Her tits bounced as she rocked slowly at first then faster, her sweet sound filling my ears.
My rod slid along her slit but not entering, just teasing, her wetness coating me. "You're so wet," I growled, hands gripping her soft lower part to guide her. "Imagine me inside you filling that tight main part."
She gasped, "Albert, it feels… so good," her voice broke, hips bucking as she came. Her juices soaking my rod.
I kissed her neck, "Perfect, you're learning fast."
That evening over dinner in the dining hall, I poured her wine, trying to shake off Lila's call. Miranda picked at her pasta, quieter than usual, "You mentioned family matters earlier, what's the deal?"
I leaned back, sipping my drink, "My estranged sister, Lila, always gets in trouble, and it reminds me of why I started my past life. What about you? Why is it that your aunt doesn't care about selling you? What is the main story?"
She sighed, pushing her plate away, "My parents died six months ago in a car crash, then Aunt Carla took me in but she's been cold, distant, always gambling. I thought she cared a bit, until she sold me."
Her voice cracked, and I reached for her hand, "That's rough, I get it, my porn days started because I was broke and needed money. I sweat my way to money, then built this empire to never be powerless again."
She looked up with soft eyes, "That's kind of sad, but it makes sense. I never expected you to be this nice."
I smirked, "Good, keep surprising me too."
Suddenly my phone buzzed loudly. I grabbed it and saw a text from an old porn colleague, Vince, someone I hadn't spoken to in years: Need 100k Mondragon or I spill your old tapes to the press, within 24 hours.
My blood ran cold receiving the threat because my company is on the line.
"Who is it?" Miranda asked, sitting up.
"Uhm, nothing serious. You know how business can be."
Her face narrowed because she seemed not to believe me, "Albert, what's wrong?"
"Just wait," I said, stepping away a bit from her to dial Vince's number, "You think you can blackmail me? Name your real price."
His voice was smug, "Oh, I'm serious, pay up, or your past will appear on the front-page news."
I gripped my phone tightly with anger boiling inside me.