Game of Hearts

part 13

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the bedroom. Ben’s eyes were closed, his face a mask of concentration as he thrust into Miranda from behind.

He moved at a steady pace, his hips rocking against hers, the slickness of her wetness enveloping him. His fingers traced the “Warren” tattoo on the small of her back, just inches above her ass, the ink a testament to their love and connection.

Miranda moaned softly, her body arching against him, her fingers clawing at the sheets as the pleasure built inside her.

Miranda’s voice trembled with desire, her lips parting as she let out a moan of pleasure. “Ohh God, Ben…don’t stop…mhhh,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire.

Ben growled in response, his thrusts growing deeper, harder, his hands gripping her hips as he drove into her. His body was taut with desire, his muscles trembling with need as he moved inside her.

“Miranda…” he breathed, his lips pressed against her neck. “You feel so good, baby…so damn good.

Their bodies moved together in a slow, sensual rhythm, their breath mingling in the air between them.

Ben reached around to cup Miranda’s breasts, his fingers rolling over her nipples as she let out a low moan, her head falling back against his shoulder.

“Mmmm…yes, baby,” she whispered, her breath coming in quick gasps. “Keep going, Ben. Just like that.”

His fingers pinched her nipples, his thrusts growing harder, faster, their bodies trembling on the edge of release.

Monica froze in shock as she stood in the doorway of the bedroom, her eyes wide as she took in the scene before her.

Ben’s eyes were closed, his face contorted with pleasure as he thrust into Miranda’s upturned ass, his fingers digging into her hips. Miranda’s head was flat against the bed, her fingers clawing at the sheets as she moaned softly.

For a moment, Monica stood frozen, her mind reeling. She had come here to check on Ben, to assure him that his mother was okay.

“Harder, baby…oh God, harder!” Miranda moaned, her voice rising with desire.

“Yes, Miranda,” Ben growled, his hips slamming against hers in a frenzied rhythm. “I’ll give you what you need, baby.”

Monica’s heart shattered into a million pieces, her hands instinctively moving to protect her unborn child, her tears falling in hot, angry streaks down her cheeks.

She turned, her body trembling with rage and pain, and made her way out of the room, her mind racing.

Monica fled the room, her feet flying over the stairs as she rushed out of the house. The cold wind whipped against her skin, but she barely felt it, her mind still reeling with the images of Ben and Miranda.

She collapsed onto a bench in the garden, burying her face in her hands, sobs racking her body. How could he do this to her? After everything they had been through, after all the promises they had made to each other?

She could still hear the echoes of Miranda’s voice in her head, the sounds of their lovemaking like a dagger through her heart.

Miranda’s body trembled as she collapsed against Ben, their bodies slick with sweat. “Damn boy, you still got it,” she breathed, her eyes glazed over with desire. “Fucking me so good…I can still feel you inside me.”

Ben pulled her close, his body trembling with exhaustion, his lips pressing against her forehead. “And I can feel you, too, baby,” he murmured. “You’re so damn tight, so perfect.” with that they fall asleep