Mira unbuckled the heavyweight belt and pulled down the trousers, setting the angry veiny organ free.

 It slapped back against Allen's toned stomach. Her heart thumped at the sight.

She was all confident and ready to leave Allen at the mercy of her mouth, hands and probably cunt.

 But seeing his dick all erect and ready for action, her confidence faltered.

It does looks big in the screen, she just didn't expect it would leave her trembling within.

 You can't back out now, Mira.

 She gave herself an internal pep talk as she trailed her finger over the attractive veins on the organ waiting for her.

It was crazy that Mira was about to take down the same cock she used to imagine what it looks like few years back.

She teasingly grabbed the veiny organ, trailing down to his heavy balls before bring her mouth to the pinkish tip.

Allen held back a throaty groan as she took in a few inches, hitting the back of her throat. The heat rushed straight to his head and back to his groins.

"Doing this_" she pulled away her lust-filled eyes stared up at him

"_doesn't make you a pedophile?" Her Cupid-bow lips stretched out into a teasing smile against his dripping tip.

"Mira..." She swallowed him until he was hitting the back of her throat, hot tears stung her eyes from the impact.

His cock was stretching her jaw widely. Mira's head bobbed against the hard throbbing length, leaving Allen unable to hold back grunts of pleasure from his mouth.

 Every graze of her tongue, teeth and lips against his member were sending waves of pleasure all over his body.

Before long, he was shooting his climax down her throat. Mira coughed hard from the sudden shoot, she pulled back and few drop of semen landed on her cheek.

Allen wasted no time in pulling her up, taking her lips in a hot seering kiss. Her lips quivered against his, mewling as her core grazed his groin.

 He pulled her dress up only to find out she didn't have any panties on.

 "You did this on purpose"

"I have always been a naughty one, you know it" Mira said , holding back a loud moan as his long inked fingers grazed her clit.

Allen turned her around causing her back to hit his chest, spread open her legs until her dress was bunched up right under her breasts.

"Please..." Mira bit her lips right after saying that.

He should be begging her! Not the other way round.

"What?" Allen pinched the soft pink flesh between her legs and trailed his hands down her thigh.

"Touch me"

 "Where?"

And the last thread of her patience snapped. She grabbed his hand that was teasing her inner thigh and placed it on her pulsating entrance.

Her lips parted and a pleasured sound escaped those delicious lips Allen cave in without another thought, going for those inviting lips and pushing in a finger at the same time.

Mira arched her back off his chest and his member log between her ass cheeks. She slowly jumped against him as his fingers thrusted in and out of her wet cunt.

Allen sucked on her lips like he was on drugs_ well he was high on her addicting lips_ He swallowed up the lewd sounds brewing deep down her throat.

 Mira climaxed for the second time that night, her eyes rolled back as waves of high pleasure hit her. Her head lulled back, laying on his shoulder. A muttered fuck slipped out of her lips as her climax backed down.

Allen watch her lashes fluttered as stared up at him through those seductive lashes, her lips_those fucking seductive plump lips _ stretched into a teasing smile as she wiggled her ass on his still hard length.

 "Your stamina is rather impressive for an old man like you" Mira didn't expect her words to trigger him the way it did.

Allen got to his feet, his arms around her waist. He bend her over the armrest of the couch, her ass up in the air. Mira moaned into the leather couch as cold air hit her.

 She heard him tore open the wrapper of a condom and rolled it over his length. Allen pressed against her pulsating entrance, slowly pushing in. A

frown grazed his face as he felt a bit of resistance when he pushed further.

"Ngh..." Mira whimpered, not expecting the sharp pain that slammed her as he pushed in.

Virgin?

Allen paused, not moving as he held her waist in place. Of all the unexpected events he was expecting that night, that was the last thing he expected.

Mira was a virgin. How? Mira was the most seductive person he has met, every simple actions of her felt seductive.

 Maybe it was her lips, those naturally pink Cupid-bow lips that always left him stealing glances.

He used to hate himself for thinking of Mira that way years ago, but here he was two-inches deep in her.

"Uhm...move" Mira wheezed out through gritted teeth. She never thought sex will bring such pain with the pleasure she felt earlier.

 His fingers felt good in her earlier, she thought she was prepared enough for his cock.

 After watching tons of sex videos late at night while her grandmother was asleep, it seemed easy.

Experiencing if for real told her other wise. Allen was hardly in and he was already stretching her out and filling her to the brim.

"Are you sure?" Allen felt strange asking that, he never cared if a woman was ready for him.

Seeing how hard she clutched on to the edge of the armrest, Allen wasn't sure she had gotten used to his size.

 "Mn." He moved, slowing thrusting in until he was balls deep into her. The velvety warmth that encased him made him almost released immediately.

Mira clenched and unclenched around him in anticipation, her body shook from the impact of the pleasure she felt.

"Fuck" Mira swore, her brows creased into a light frown as she felt him grazed a spot within her.

The contact sent a shot of pleasure down her spine. Allen was tempted to flip her onto her back, to see every expression she makes while he was buried within her.

Sex with other women never spike such thoughts into his head. And he did just that.

 Mira yelp at the sudden turn, the movement caused a friction that left her a moaning mess. Allen's pace began to increase, driving in and out at a fast pace.

"Oh... Yeah! Fuck, you are filling me up so good" Mira hooked her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss.

Allen didn't deny her, he took those inviting lips in a sloppy wet. He trailed kisses down her neck. Mira exposed her neck more loving the feel of his lips on her skin.

The sounds of skin slapping, moans and grunts of pleasure filled the empty living room.

Mira couldn't think straight, each thrust was hitting her sensitive spot, leaving her a moaning mess.

 Allen watch her bucked against him as she came undone, her lashes fluttering seductively.

"Fuck!" He muttered under his breath. Allen grunted out in pleasure, he never had an emotion-filled sex.

His hands roamed her sensitive hips up towards her boobs. He pulled down the dress freeing the supple breasts, not too big, just enough to fill his palm.

He tugged the pink bud in a light feathery pinch, enjoying the reaction he was getting from her. He leaned down to take the enticing bud into his mouth and his glasses slipped off.

Everything became blurry, but Allen didn't care. Mira placed the glasses back in place giving him back a clearer vision.

He gave her nipple a feathery lick, teasing a moan out of her.

"You should see every face I make with you buried in me"

Mira moaned rubbing his chest through his half-unbutton shirt.

She was squeezing him as if trying to milk out his climax.

"I kept myself for you, do you like it?" Allen shot his load into the condom at that.

She kept herself for him?

He claimed those delicious lips again.

A beast in bed.

 A title Allen gained from his brother and best friend. They were more than shocked when they watched him walk into the room with a curvy blonde and didn't come out until hours later.

The blonde practically limping her way to her ride back home.

 Archer Ryders once thought he was the reason his son, Lucian Archer, gained his school-playboy title.

 "Lucian's deeds have nothing to do with me," Allen said, ever so seriously.

His stamina never ceased to amaze the women he fucked in the past. They end up with sore waists and jelly knees by the time he is done with them.

And they never stopped coming.

 Hovering over Mira, his breath came out in short pants. With her warm tight clench around his dick and her words, he couldn't hold himself up as he rode out his climax.

 "Fuck" He leaned against her shoulder, taking in her lavender scent.

Mira chuckled at his helplessness, causing Allen to lift his head. His glasses tilted and Mira sets them back in place again.

"Why did you do that?" Allen asked, still buried in her as he enjoyed the soft warmth that encased his semi-hard cock.

"What? My laughter or..." Mira trailed off, a teasing look swirling in her eyes.

 "You didn't tell me you were... " "A virgin?" Allen felt helpless watching her enjoy his awkwardness. He pulled out and got rid of the used condom.

Mira sat up and watched him fix his glasses before pulling his trousers up. She held his arm.

 "What are you doing?" a frown flickered across her face.

 "Going to take a shower". Allen looked away from her eyes. They managed to make him twitch even though her mascara was smudged.

"I'm coming with you" she declared, pulling her dress up to cover her breasts.

"No. We can't - we will... You have to go back home". Allen almost bit his tongue in annoyance with himself.

He was stuttering?

The whole Allen Lincoln was stuttering a few minutes after a mind-blowing sex.

Only Mira was capable of leaving him a mess like that. He couldn't promise to hold himself back if they showered together.

Fuck! He never showered with a woman after sex. The only time he had sex in a shower was when the woman couldn't wait and had sneaked in while he was showering.

He remembered fucking her mouth and shooting his loads down her throat before bending her over the sink for a wild sex.

The lust raging in Mira's eyes wasn't hidden, she left herself bare to him. He should know her intentions.

Mira smirked as she glanced down at the obvious tent in his trousers. He was still hard for her. That alone made her heart swell in anticipation.

But why was he pushing her away?

"Why should I go back now? I want to take care of that". She tilted her head, pointing at his raging hard-on shamelessly.

"You can't" Allen stared at the crimson dot on the armrest where they had done the deed.

"You said I would ride you. I haven't done that yet."

"You don't have to_"

"Why? I want it. I'm not a minor , this is consensual". Mira was getting annoyed at him.

"I hurt you" Allen was never the one to care if he hurt a woman during sex.

He dealt with experienced women anyway. He didn't expect that Mira was a virgin. Good thing he didn't go rough with her immediately.

 "When? Oh, now. Telling me to leave right after sex hurts. Maybe I wasn't good enough, like the ones you had in the past. " She threw her hands up, fuming.

"Oh, you didn't want me from the start, I practically forced myself on you. " She let out a humorless laughter and stood up, pulling her dress back in place.

Allen pulled her back right before she could leave. She fell right on his thigh, her butt landing between his legs. A low groan slipped out of Allen's mouth before he could stop it.

 "There was blood."

"Blood?" Allen nodded over her shoulder and pointed at the droplets he was staring at.

 "Ah? That's... Sure it did hurt like hell at first, but that was it. I want to feel you in me again"

" Aren't you sore?" He whispered lightly into her ear, his breath tingling her neck.

 "A bit. But I want you again. I don't want to leave now."

"You sure?"

"Very sure"

"What about your Nana?"

"I want us to go again, in the shower. We will cuddle and talk after", Mira pushed her thoughts forward, ignoring his question about her grandmother.

What he didn't know was that she had designs to send the old woman that night, but here she was craving the addicting feel of Allen in her.

And more after.

 Allen frowned slightly, cuddle and talk after sex? He has never done that. He would rather take a cold shower after sending his sex partner away and spend the next few hours behind a computer screen.

He always felt clear-headed after every sex. This time was different though.

 Here he was with a raging hard-on right after sex, the seductive soul in his arms messing with his muddled head more.

Without another word, he lifted Mira and stood up, making his way to his ensuite bathroom. They were soon entwined in another steamy session, fucking at every corner of the bathroom and forgetting about using protection along the line.

Mira enjoyed every moment they spent in the ensuite bathroom, her cunt sore and well-sated by the time they washed off, again.

 She snuggled against the clueless-looking Allen, dressed in his t-shirt that barely covered her bare ass. Her dress was dumped somewhere in his laundry bag.

 "I missed you. " She muttered against his chest.

 "You were so mean to me before I left that day, but I couldn't stop missing you" she continued, even though he barely responded.

"Did you_ for once ever think of me in the past years?" She asked after she was met with another slight hum.

Mira was sure he wasn't asleep because, somehow, he was enjoying combing through her damp hair with his fingers

 "No"

"At all?" Mira could hear her heart shattering, but she pushed further, ignoring the nagging feeling.

"No"

That will change.

MIRA

 She couldn't remember falling asleep, only remembered the calm heartbeat drumming straight into her ear as she forced back the salty liquid threatening to spill from her eyes.

Although the room was dimly lit, she couldn't let the tears out and cry silently.

 Allen will definitely feel her tears as her head was laid on her shoulder.

Mira vaguely remembered his fingers brushing through her hair, giving her scalp a soothing massage as she finally dozed off.

He also said something, what did he say? She sprang up at that. The sun wasn't fully out, it was barely six in the morning.

Glancing at the empty space beside her, her heart sank. Mira was sure he left in the middle of the night.

He can't even bare to sleep beside her? At least, he was considerate enough to prop pillows around her before he left, that was why she didn't feel uncomfortable after he left.

A sticky note was on the bedside table, her heart jumped in excitement before she could stop it. Your dress fabric is too flimsy, it got torn in the laundry.

Reilly will bring you a new dress.

Your Grandma thinks you're at your uncle's. Hurry there when you see this.

That's it? Nothing else.

Mira flipped the piece of paper over hoping to see the elite looking handwriting on the other page but there was nothing else.

She plopped back to the bed dejectedly.

"Is this the awkward-after-sex-treatment Kayla was talking about?" She murmured to herself as she reached for her phone which she found by the sticky note.

She didn't know how it got there and didn't care. Mira laid in bed, basking in Allen's warm comforter and scent as she replied important emails.

A few messages from her grandmother asking where she was, she ignored them and messaged Lucian.

The door clicked open causing Mira's head to turn towards it at a neck-cracking pace. A disappointed look slipped across her face when she saw who was at the door.

It wasn't Allen as she expected, rather a smallish middle-aged woman peered in and their eyes met.

"Oh! You are awake" the woman opened the door wider and walked in gingerly peering into Mira's face. She held a large orange paper bag.

"Yes" Mira sat up, resisting the urge to roll her eyes.

Fake!

She wanted to yell out but held herself back. Figuring she must be the Reilly Allen was referring to in the note.

Reilly looked like someone who was entitled and was ready to do anything to get what she wants.

"Good morning. I'm Reilly. Master asked me to attend to you and take care of your every need." She greeted with an overloaded energy and wide smile.

 "No need" Mira dismissed icily not liking the look Reilly was giving her.

 She looked like a maid trying to elevate her status in her master's place, especially in front of his guests.

Mira's mind was working fast, the thought that this plain looking maid with overloaded makeup might have thoughts about Allen made her blood boil.

 "But..." Watching Reilly pepper red coated-lips move triggered something within Mira.

 "Leave please. I want to be alone. Allen did a number on me last night" Mira said in a coquettish voice, her finger trailing over the mark Allen left on her neck.

You want some tea? Get it then.

She sneered internally at Reilly whose cheeked reddened in embarrassment.

Reilly hesitantly dropped the paper bag by the bed before exiting the room, not without a glance back.

Mira rolled her eyes and got out of bed, she picked up the bag to check it content. A pair of overly reserved brown gown and black shrug greeted her.

No part her body will be exposed if she put the dress on. It was long enough to cover her feet even if she put on heels.

 "No way in hell I'm putting this on" Mira shoved the luxurious fabric back into the bag and picked up her phone.

Sending a quick text to her house chauffeur, she stood up to go to the bathroom, but a sore pain shot through her core causing her to pause on her track.

How could I have forgotten that Allen almost tore me apart last night? She thought, a dreamy smile gracing her face.

Thinking back to the activity from last night brought a rare blush on her face. Mira slapped herself back to reality and walked off to the bathroom, ignoring the throbbing pain between her legs.

Settling down into the filled tub, her mind couldn't stop replaying the scenes from last night.

Allen was just as she imagined, or more than. It was worth it, keeping her first time till that moment proofed to be worth it.

"Whether or not it worth it, that would depend on my efforts from now on." Mira muttered as she stepped out of the tub feeling refreshed.

Reilly was in the room when she walked in. The maid was cautious around her now, her fingers clasped together in front of her to hide her tremble.

 She could barely look into Mira's eyes.

How could she not notice the superior aura that oozed out of the beautiful blonde earlier?

Mira was in a simple bathrobe, well Allen's bathrobe, that was longer and bigger than her.

But she managed to make it look like a sexy maxi dress even though her hair was still damp.

There was no doubting it, this woman is on another level. Reilly thought as she mentally smacked herself for her earlier slip off.

"Ma'am, someone is here to see you." Reilly quickly spoke up when Mira raised her eyebrow in a questioning look. She realized she was staring.

 "Maha? Get me my clothes from him, and tell him to wait" Mira instructed.

Reilly came back few minutes with another paper bag, wondering why Mira asked for another dress when Allen already got her one.

She could only swallow her curiosity, after all she was the one who destroyed her dress.

Thinking back to the scene of destroying the black dress in a feat of anger and jealousy that Allen brought another woman again.

She did that after a woman tried to get into the house, claiming that she forgot her underwear.

Thankfully, Allen didn't care that she destroyed the dress, he even bought a new one. While she was still angry that Allen got his whore a new dress, she seemed it as a parting gift and was ready to gloat to the woman, only to meet Mira.

Reilly still doesn't understand why he never looked her way, she was confident in her face and body, well not until meeting Mira.

 "Get out"

Mira ordered when she noticed Reilly not moving after she dropped the bag.

Reilly bit her inner cheek to suppress the anger that was steaming from her lowered self-esteem and exited the room.