Matt over You

"Your turn again, Matty," Sarah said. She'd dealt him a King, but this time he didn't have Sarah as his low card. He didn't even have Miranda as a way to take out his **** on John. I could see it on his face, he wanted it. He'd just watched his best friend slip a dick inside the girl he was crushing on

No, instead he had me and my little Two as his tool for ****.

"Tom," he said, looking over at me. I knew his first goal would be separating me from Sarah. Where he'd go with it I wasn't sure, since the two nerds let me down so often in the cajones department. "Actually, Sarah, is that a closet?" he asked, pointing to a door out in the hallway.

"It is," Sarah said.

"Tom," Matt said. "I dare you to take Miranda into that closet for Seven Minutes in Heaven."

I had to raise my eyebrows at that one. It was well played on his part - he was getting **** on John, but had deniability cause he wasn't telling us to do anything specific. Whatever we did, we did.

"Done," I said. "Nice one." Sarah stood up to let me get up from the chair.

Miranda hesitated a second, looking out at the closet door, then to me. Finally she stood, nodding. "OK," she said.

"This is really happening?" asked John, mirroring what Miranda had said just last round.

"It's just Seven Minutes in Heaven," Miranda said dismissively. "I think I might have played that when I was like thirteen."

Yeah, cause we'll just be kissing, I almost laughed out loud.

I got to the closet first and opened it. It was deeper than I worried it might be, and inside there were some coats on a hanging rack that I moved aside, and a bunch of shoes and boots that I kicked around to make room. I turned and gestured for Miranda to step in. She did, giving me a look and biting her lip before glancing down at the Hog standing straight between us. Before I followed her, I looked back into the living room and smirked. John was watching with his fists clenched, and Nicole was talking to him like she was trying to distract him.

I'd barely shut the door and Miranda was pressed against me, there being little room between the coats. I grabbed her by her bare ass with one hand, pulling her pelvis to mine as I firmly wrapped my fingers around her muscled ass cheek. My other hand grabbed her by the back of her head and crushed her into my kiss. She whimpered, putting her hands on my chest like she wanted me to slow down, but also wrapping her leg around mine. With our lips firmly locked, I put my other hand onto her ass and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around the back of my neck, squeezing her body to mine.

"I'm going to fuck you now," I said into the darkness. There was just a thin sliver of light coming from under the closed door, barely enough to make out the shape of limbs.

"I know," she said. "God, I know. But we don't have a condom?"

I snorted. "So?"

She hesitated, and I massaged her ass and kissed her again.

"One question," I asked. "Are you a virgin?"

She shook her head, something I felt more than saw. "No. Just one guy though, last summer."

I reached under her and lifted her up with the other hand so I could position my cock. I found her wet, furry slit and nudged my cock head against her hole. The feeling tickled. She tensed in my arms.

"If I asked you to stop now, would you?" she asked me, on the verge of my cock inside her.

I snorted. "If you said no right now, you wouldn't mean it."

She was silent for a long moment. "Fuck, I shouldn't be doing this," she said, then **** herself down on my cock. "Fuuuuck," she groaned.

I didn't give her time to adjust - we were probably already two minutes into our time if someone had remembered to count. I took her ass in both of my hands and began pumping her up and down on my cock. Now Miranda wasn't exactly some petite little spinner of a girl - she was average height, and had a moderately athletic body. But I was an athlete, built like a prince, blessed with genetics that Hercules would be jealous of.

"Oh, fuck yes," she moaned. "Fuck, that's thick. That thick dick, ugh."

I fucked up into her, and she grunted. I fucked up into her, getting most of my dick into her tight, warm cunt, and she grunted again and planted her mouth over my shoulder, biting down.

"Fucking hell," I grunted, and slapped her ass hard enough they probably heard it outside.

She quivered when I did it and sucked in a breath.

I smirked, and then gave her two fast and hard thrusts, and slapped her ass again.

"Yesss," she hissed.

"You like that, Miranda? You like knowing I'm in charge?" I asked her. "The next time I'm inside you, I'm going to cum inside this cunt. Doesn't matter who's watching, this pussy is mine tonight, you got that?"

"Fuck, fuck," she grunted. "You're stretching me out, god you're thick."

I reached up and wrapped a hand around Miranda's throat to get her attention. "Did you hear me Miranda?"

She didn't answer. I pressed her forward against the door and started really fucking her. The door started bouncing and banging, but Miranda didn't care. I squeezed my hand on her throat and she pressed forward and kissed me, and then bit my lip like Sarah did. Taught by the master. I laughed.

With an unknown amount of time left, I wanted to leave an impression, so after hitting her with a particularly deep stroke and going deep enough for her to tense up, I pulled out of her entirely and **** her to her knees. She knew what I wanted and grabbed the Hog with one hand, then two. "God, so big," she said, and took the head in her mouth.

"Much more fun to play with than the others," I said.

She nodded, and sucked.

"I'm going to fuck your face sometime, Miranda," I said as she sucked and slobbered. "I want to see those gorgeous eyes of yours looking up at me as they water, and I stretch the back of your throat. You are fucking amazing. I can't wait to taste you again either. That muff of yours is sexy, and I don't usually like it like that. You're a special one."

She was sucking harder and harder, running the head of my cock on the inside of her cheek.

"Then, after I've fucked your face, and I've dumped a load in your pussy," I said. "I'm going to take that tight, toned ass of yours, too."

She moaned on my cock, and the door burst open.

"Time's up!" John said, standing in the doorway like he was trying to be the disapproving parent.

Miranda let go of my cock and sat back on her ass. "Oh, fuck," she panted. She was knuckle deep in her pussy with one hand, and she squeezed her eyes shut. "Fuck, fuuuck, so close."

I reached down and slapped her lightly on the face, which surprised her and had her hazel eyes pop open, then I slapped the inside of her thigh, right next to the three fingers she was jamming into her cunt. She crinkled up her nose in an exaggerated grimace and pumped her fingers in her pussy a few more times and then released a huge shudder once, twice, three times. Finally her muscles relaxed, and she panted.

"She did that one to herself," I said, looking past John to the others. "I don't think we broke any rules going over time though."

John bent to try and help Miranda up, but she took my proffered hand first since she was practically wrapped around my leg. As she stood, I grabbed her ass again and she sighed.

"Did you really mean... all of that?" she asked me. "I don't know..."

I started walking back to the living room, John sulking behind me. "If I have anything to say about it, absolutely."

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