Here is fine

The thought of rubbing this in Tom and Sarahs faces a little awakens something in you. Some primal instinct to demonstrate your manhood to your competitors, combined with a thirst for petty vengeance make the option undeniably attractive. "I'm fine doing it here." You state confidently, turning to Miranda and raising your eyebrows at her. She looks a little less sure of this than you but she still tentatively nods her head. "I don't mind, so long as I'm with you." She replies, placing a delicate hand on your chest.

"Alright then." You shrug before walking back to your seat, smirking at the pissed off looking Sarah and Tom as you do so. Sitting down first you gently pull Miranda down into position, straddling you with her knees on either side of your hips and her wet pussy barely grazing the fabric of your jeans. As she settles into this position she tucks her brown hair behind her ears, glancing behind her at the unexpected audience as she does so. "Hey." You tell her, gently turning her head to face you. "Forget about them, you're all that matters to me." As you say this you trace your thumb over her lips, her mouth opening to suck it sensually.

With Miranda in position you turn to readying yourself, undoing your belt and pants and allowing your hard dick to burst out, slapping against Mirandas bare regions when it does so. She gasps from the unexpected contact and grabs your dick with one hand, her slender fingers caressing it up and down while you tear open the condom. Putting the latex to your tip her slender fingers help to roll it down your length, fully enveloping your cock.

"Are you ready?" You ask, but she doesn't say anything, instead she just lifts her hips up a little and shifts forward so your dick is pressed against her waiting slit. Looking down at you she bites her lip while slowly circling her hips, teasing your tip. You don't need anymore of an answer. Grabbing her by the hips you pull her downward, the combination of your force and her body weight easily sinking your hard dick into her soaked passage. Once you're all the way inside she leans down and forcefully kisses you, while your dick twitches expectantly inside her.

Breaking the kiss she puts her hands on your shoulders and forces her self upwards, before letting her pussy drop down your shaft again. Like this she takes charge of the sex, allowing her legs and gravity to do the work while you squeeze her ass and admire how her 36C breasts shake with her every move. Miranda riding you like this, slow and purposefully, feels incredible, but you want to actively make her feel good to. You begin pushing up with your hips to meet her downward strokes, whilst repositioning one hand so your thumb can rub her swollen clit.

When you do this she speeds up, bouncing more quickly on your rock hard cock as a result of the increased stimulation, her breasts swaying so much as to nearly hit you in the face while she practically twerks on your dick. With the hand not busy pleasuring her clit you pull her forward into you, her breasts now pressed against your face. You're suddenly remined of what Sarah said, about coming from having her nipples played with. Opening your mouth you seek out a firm nub with your tongue, coating Mirandas chest with spit and driving increased moans form her as you do so. Eventually your tongue flicks against something hard and the little gasp Miranda makes confirms it. Latching your lips on to your target you bite down, a little harder than intended, but when Miranda screams it's not from pain.

"Fuck yes John! She yells, sinking her nails into your shoulder. "LIke that! So Good!" She continues, barely able to control herself as her hips move more erratically on your cock. Grabbing her trembling hips you take complete control. You lift her up as you pull back and slam her down on to you as you thrust, your dick pounding deep within her. You fuck Miranda so hard that normally you'd be worried about breaking her, but as she moans and shakes on top of you your animal side takes over, only concerned with rutting with a willing bitch in heat.

Mirandas pussy feels incredible, her moans are like music and even her scent is driving you wild. Whatever pheromones she's letting off have made you forget about everything else. Tom and Sarah watching, the game, even the thin layer of latex on your dick, you forget all of them as Mirandas body becomes your whole world. After ramming your cock particularly deep inside her she lets out a high-pitched wail while sinking her fingernails into you so deep you're sure she'll draw blood. As Miranda comes the tremors that tear through her get worse, you're sure if it wasn't for your body supporting her she'd have collapsed completely.

With your conquest satisfied you you exhale deeply, letting out a breath you weren't even aware you were holding. After a few more lazy thrusts into Mirandas spasming pussy you let go completely, allowing her hot tight snatch to milk the cum out of you and into your condom. The only regret your wild side has as it recedes was that you weren't able to breed her properly, like the horny animal she was. You release Mirandas hips with trembling hands, allowing her to collapse forward on top of you, her head landing on your shoulder, her brown hair strewn over your sweaty chest.

With her out of the way you see Sarah and Tom again and you remember their presence for the first time since you slipped inside Miranda. If they said anything to try and tear you down while you fucked Miranda then you didn't hear it. You were so focused on Miranda that they could have brought in a marching band and you wouldn't have noticed. Seeing the still royally pissed face of Sarah you wink at her arrogantly, before kissing Miranda on the cheek. "That was nice." She whispers weakly into your ear before kissing your cheek back.

Now that you've got what you wanted and shown off to your rivals you start thinking properly again. You should you just say fuck it, help Miranda steady herself and leave, but you could always push your luck and keep playing. If you want to keep playing it's your draw, and the hat's close enough that you could grab it without disturbing Mirandas recuperation, although your slowly returning rational side insists that you would stand to lose more than you could gain.