Ace caught her hand, turned it palms up and kissed it. "I promise that no one will ever take Sadie away from you."
It was inevitable that she would kiss him. Her gratitude was overflowing. It was supposed to be a kiss of appreciation, but Ace responded by holding the side of her face and deepening the kiss. It wasn't like their first kiss inside the car when he teased her about being ready to meet his grandfather. This was something different, more erotic; arousing dormant sexual desires she didn't know she still had. She submitted to its call and snaked her arms around his neck.
Miranda knew she was treading in dangerous waters. But this was her wedding night … and she wanted Ace.
Ace's lips traveled along the side of her neck and made their way slowly down her throat. She moaned in delight as his stubble chafed her soft skin, tickling her. Her hands acquired a life of their own as she feverishly caressed the muscle on his chest, daring even to journey down, lower to his belly and feeling the hardness outlined inside his pants. She caressed it gently, hearing him groan against her neck as his manhood increased.
"Miranda … " he whispered huskily.
Miranda took his hand and cupped it against her breast, her meaning clear. She wanted him.
Ace moved with surprising swiftness. He lifted her into his arms and strode purposely towards the bedroom. Placing her gently on her feet, he stripped off the robe she was wearing. She stood there half-naked until her brassiere and panties joined the heap on the floor. Her hands moved furiously with his until he too was fully undressed.
Ace pushed her down to the mattress and gazed at her nakedness. The hooded eyes with the pupils dilated, nostrils flaring with every breath, heat emanating from every pore, betraying him of his own lust for her. His fingers caressed her rib cage, each stroke igniting the embers that had been fermenting. When his fingers touched the softness between her legs, Miranda flooded with desire that made her weak.
He straddled her and bent low running kisses down her neck, her collarbone, and between the valleys of her breasts. His lips found her aroused nipples, and his tongue swirled and played with the oversensitive tips. He sucked her hard. Miranda gasped in pleasure then grabbed his cock beneath him and stroked him firmly.
"Stop," he commanded, slapping her hand away, "I don't want to finish before you're ready." He shimmied down as Miranda's body blazed with expectation. She knew where he was headed. "You have beautiful legs," he said, caressing her skin, before he opened them wide and knelt between her outstretched thighs.
His tongue on her was like dousing dry tinder with gasoline and setting it on fire. A sudden conflagration like cold heat tore through her. A low grumbling in her belly turned into a maniacal moan as his tongue played with her clit. Her fingers clawed on the sheets as longing spiked and threatened to overwhelm her. He seemed to stay there forever until Miranda decided to take control.
"My turn," she announced, slithering out from under him, and pushing him down against the bed. Ace submitted willingly and watched intently as she took his cock and caressed it with her palms. He heaved with each stroke, the tendons of his neck like corded twine, eyes closed and head thrown back.
Miranda took him into her mouth, her tongue sliding back and forth on the underside of his cock. He bucked, slowly filling her mouth completely till she felt him hit the back of her throat. He reached for her head, controlling her movement. He pulled out of her slowly then drove in deeper again. Miranda instinctively caught the rhythm of the soundless dance of his cock in her mouth. She took every inch of him, relishing his taste, driving him higher and higher into the apex until his panting sounded like a roaring wave in her ear.
He took back command as he threw her to the bed and straddled her once again. He entered her vagina slowly, then with ever increasing intensity. Miranda arched her back and met his every thrust. His drove his shaft even deeper, their eyes locked together, and bodies moving in perfect harmony.
The fire inside her pussy begged for release. His panting matured into guttural sounds that emanated deep within his chest.
"I'm coming," he announced.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried as the first wave of a shattering orgasm rocked her. This was soon followed by a similar wave that rode the crest of Ace's own orgasm. His body trembled violently. Miranda felt the shiver that traveled down his spine as he thrust into her one last time and emptied his cum inside her.
Minutes passed before the ringing in Miranda's ears subsided. Ace's labored breathing had normalized when he positioned her in the crook of his elbow.
"I knew it was there somewhere," he teased her.
"Knew what?" Miranda asked.
"A wanton waiting for me to come and find her," he replied.
A naughty grin formed in her lips. He didn't realize what he was saying. He didn't just find something somewhere; he had unleashed a dam that had been threatening to overflow since the day they met.
"I think there's more of her wanting to be found," she teased back as her hand travelled down in search of his cock.
***
Miranda wallowed in wedded bliss and prayed it would never end. She settled down into her role as Mrs. Ace Masterson, treating his grandfather as her own, and watching the bond that developed between Sadie and the old man. She was happy, even if guilt attacked every now and then. She couldn't believe her luck and where it had taken her.
She had no idea fate would throw a major curve ball when she went to answer the door one late afternoon.
"James!" She expressed surprise at the sight of her ex-husband.
"Hello Miranda … or should I say Mrs. Masterson?" James replied sarcastically.
Miranda controlled her anger. James had no right to come unannounced, but that was typical. He always found a way to catch her off-guard and make her feel vulnerable.
"What do you want?" She asked.
"You sound upset. Can't I visit my daughter without annoying you somehow?"
Miranda hated his condescension and replied, "What do you want, James? Did you come all the way here to make me feel miserable? It's so unlike you to travel a long way because you suddenly miss your daughter," Miranda sneered.
You're right. I came to tell her she was going to live with me soon. I assume you haven't told her yet?" James snickered.
"And I told you … over my dead body!" Miranda yelled.
"Miranda, you don't have to be so angry. I assure you, you will hand Sadie back to me."
"And how do you intend to do that?" Miranda asked coldly. "I'm married now and can provide her a stable life. Something that you threw at me when you first announced that you were getting married again," Miranda replied with satisfaction.
"Oh, you mean you've moved on and left your old life behind?"
James' laughter made her skin crawl with sudden fear.
James saw her reaction and added, "One bad thing about leaving the past behind, you leave your dirty secrets behind too."
"What do you mean?" Miranda asked, uncertain where this was leading.
"I went to our old apartment. Imagine my surprise when I was told that you no longer lived there? That alone is in direct violation of our custody arrangement."
"I meant to tell you. I forgot because I was so busy with the wedding arrangements," Miranda apologized.
"Sure!" James agreed with sarcasm, "It's all good, because I found your dirty secret."
"What dirty secret?" Miranda asked baffled.
He didn't answer the question directly. "Let's just say I spent the last hour on Google learning all about Masterson's Conglomerate. That's where you used to work, right?"
"Yes, that's where I worked," she replied then added, "I don't really know where you're taking this conversation and my husband is home."
James went for the kill. "Let me make it clear to you. I found the contract between you and your husband," he spat the word. "Initially it confused me until I went online and read all about Masterson Conglomerate. The old man still has control over all that wealth. I had a field day reading the tabloids hinting the old man was demanding for his son to get married. Lo and behold, suddenly you become his grandson's wife. Everything fell into place. Both of you are in cahoots for the old man's wealth."
"Miranda," Ace's voice called from inside, "I think our guest will be more comfortable in the study."
Ace calmly eyed James, who was taken aback by his sudden appearance. But James knew he had the upper hand and swaggered in. Miranda was distressed and wondered why Ace acted so unworried.
"He knows," she whispered between stiff lips as they headed inside.
Ace stroked her back reassuringly, but didn't reply.
"This is cozy," James observed as they sat down and faced one another. "I still want to see my daughter," he threatened Miranda.