stretching her insides. She felt helpless against his hardness. He gripped her ankles with such force she thought they might snap. The pleasure bombarding her made her too helpless to protest. She was drowning in sensation, all other feelings going silent.
“That's right. You belong to me. Now, give me what's mine,” Brady said, wrapping a powerful hand around her throat. That sent her over the edge. Miranda's body spasmed, and something awakened inside her. An eruption, like a volcano, sent surges of liquid hot magma through her veins. Then, her mind went blank, as she battled a storm of sensuality that she thought would never end. She felt a warm gel fill her insides. Finally, the storm passed, and the world came rushing back.
Brady pulled out of her and rolled to the other side of the bed. Miranda just laid there, sinking into the mattress. She felt as if she was melting. Her orgasm had lasted so long and peaked so hard that it had sapped her of all energy. It was all she could do not to fall asleep right there. Finally, she forced herself up and saw that Brady was almost fully dressed, putting his boots. “Where are you going?” she asked.
Brady got up off of the bed and buttoned his pants. “Well, Miranda. As I said, I'm not really here for pleasure, but for business.” Brady then reached into a dresser drawer and pulled out a black 9mm handgun. Miranda's heart nearly stopped. He cocked back the hammer and checked the clip inside, verifying that it was full. Then, he slipped it into the back of his jeans and pulled his shirt over it, concealing the weapon.
“What are you going to do?” Miranda asked, dumbfounded.
“Only what I have to,” Brady said solemnly.
“Will I ever see you again?” she asked.
Brady shrugged. “Couldn't tell you honey. We're all just puppets on a string you know. People think they're in control, but they ain't. We're all just taken for one big ride, one way or the other. The best thing you can do is just dig in and hold on for dear life.”
Miranda frowned, she didn't want him to leave. “Can I come with you?” she asked.
Brady shook his head. “Where I'm going, no one can follow. You wouldn't want to anyway, trust me. I'm not the kind of man you want to rely on. I'm dust in the wind, a train car on a track, a stampeding buffalo. I don't have any real direction, I just go wherever fate takes me.”
“That's what I want,” Miranda insisted.
Brady shook his head. “No, you really don't. I can see it in your eyes. Go home, Miranda. If you don't have one, find one or make one, but just go home,” Brady Long, the outlaw, said. Then, he walked out of the door and out of Miranda's life, forever...
***
“Mom, Mom!” said a girl with strawberry-blonde hair, as she was tugging on Miranda's blouse.
“What is it, honey?” Miranda asked with a smile.
“Look what daddy did for me!” her daughter said, holding out her arm. On it was a tattoo of a heart with the word MoM written across it in black lettering. “Isn't it awesome?”
Miranda laughed. “It's beautiful,” she said.
“I've got more you know. Here.” Miranda's daughter held out a handful of the fake peel off tattoo stickers. “Do you want one, Mommy? We can get matching ones.
Miranda shook her head. “Mommy doesn't really like tattoos, honey. Thank you though.”
Her daughter frowned. “Why not?”
“She just doesn't. Now, where is your father?” Miranda asked.
Her daughter smiled. “He's playing with Zack by the pool. Is he in trouble?”
Miranda laughed. “Yes, he is. Will you go get him for me?”
“Ooooooooh. Daddy's in troubleeeeeee,” her daughter said, running outside with long strides.
Miranda watched her go with a smile, then turned to the mirror next to her. She hadn't always felt that way about tattoos. It had been over ten years since her last one though. So much had
“That's right. You belong to me. Now, give me what's mine,” Brady said, wrapping a powerful hand around her throat. That sent her over the edge. Miranda's body spasmed, and something awakened inside her. An eruption, like a volcano, sent surges of liquid hot magma through her veins. Then, her mind went blank, as she battled a storm of sensuality that she thought would never end. She felt a warm gel fill her insides. Finally, the storm passed, and the world came rushing back.
Brady pulled out of her and rolled to the other side of the bed. Miranda just laid there, sinking into the mattress. She felt as if she was melting. Her orgasm had lasted so long and peaked so hard that it had sapped her of all energy. It was all she could do not to fall asleep right there. Finally, she forced herself up and saw that Brady was almost fully dressed, putting his boots. “Where are you going?” she asked.
Brady got up off of the bed and buttoned his pants. “Well, Miranda. As I said, I'm not really here for pleasure, but for business.” Brady then reached into a dresser drawer and pulled out a black 9mm handgun. Miranda's heart nearly stopped. He cocked back the hammer and checked the clip inside, verifying that it was full. Then, he slipped it into the back of his jeans and pulled his shirt over it, concealing the weapon.
“What are you going to do?” Miranda asked, dumbfounded.
“Only what I have to,” Brady said solemnly.
“Will I ever see you again?” she asked.
Brady shrugged. “Couldn't tell you honey. We're all just puppets on a string you know. People think they're in control, but they ain't. We're all just taken for one big ride, one way or the other. The best thing you can do is just dig in and hold on for dear life.”
Miranda frowned, she didn't want him to leave. “Can I come with you?” she asked.
Brady shook his head. “Where I'm going, no one can follow. You wouldn't want to anyway, trust me. I'm not the kind of man you want to rely on. I'm dust in the wind, a train car on a track, a stampeding buffalo. I don't have any real direction, I just go wherever fate takes me.”
“That's what I want,” Miranda insisted.
Brady shook his head. “No, you really don't. I can see it in your eyes. Go home, Miranda. If you don't have one, find one or make one, but just go home,” Brady Long, the outlaw, said. Then, he walked out of the door and out of Miranda's life, forever...
***
“Mom, Mom!” said a girl with strawberry-blonde hair, as she was tugging on Miranda's blouse.
“What is it, honey?” Miranda asked with a smile.
“Look what daddy did for me!” her daughter said, holding out her arm. On it was a tattoo of a heart with the word MoM written across it in black lettering. “Isn't it awesome?”
Miranda laughed. “It's beautiful,” she said.
“I've got more you know. Here.” Miranda's daughter held out a handful of the fake peel off tattoo stickers. “Do you want one, Mommy? We can get matching ones.
Miranda shook her head. “Mommy doesn't really like tattoos, honey. Thank you though.”
Her daughter frowned. “Why not?”
“She just doesn't. Now, where is your father?” Miranda asked.
Her daughter smiled. “He's playing with Zack by the pool. Is he in trouble?”
Miranda laughed. “Yes, he is. Will you go get him for me?”
“Ooooooooh. Daddy's in troubleeeeeee,” her daughter said, running outside with long strides.
Miranda watched her go with a smile, then turned to the mirror next to her. She hadn't always felt that way about tattoos. It had been over ten years since her last one though. So much had
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