Taboo Desires: Dirty Forbidden Secrets Bundle (The Complete Miranda Cougar Collection)

by Miranda Cougar

  Just as quickly as she’d taken to bouncing up and down on his cock, Janette bounced completely off Ian’s lap and popped her body upright.

  “That’s how I dance on the hood of the hot rods at the Ruff Riders car show every Wednesday night—but recently with less booty popping.” Ian’s fiancé wiggled her eyebrows and flashed a devious smile as she gazed directly into his eyes. “Trina and I toned the sexiness down because all of our ass shaking got the audiences too riled up and rowdy. But, you can come watch us dance sometime if you’d like. We still put on an exciting show.”

  “That’s a shame about the decreased booty popping.” Ian pretend frowned.

  Without warning, he jumped up. The poor man couldn’t help himself. His excitement over Janette’s dancing forced him to abandon all restraint, and he turned around, undid his fly and dropped his leather pants to the floor, all the while forcefully shaking his well-toned ass for the visual enjoyment of his fiancé.

  “I find that a vigorous display of ass shaking excites my fans after a rockin’ drum solo,” he joked.

  Janette flung both arms high above her head and clapped her hands together as she hooted and hollered, “Yeah, baby! Shake that fine ass for mama! Get naked and back that thang up!”

  Ian wanted to spin around, capture Janette in his arms and kiss her. She was just the sort of woman he craved: fun, free-spirited and open to expressing herself with her body. Why was he holding himself back from her?

  She’d already told him that as far as she was concerned they were a committed married couple. And as her soon-to-be husband, he knew he should respect her viewpoint on the matter. A man should always listen to his wife’s opinions. Right?

  “Sit back down. But before you do, remove your clothes,” Janette allowed a wicked smile to creep up the corners of her lips. “I didn’t give you permission to stand, but you did it anyway. Now that you’ve been a naughty boy, mama will have to punish you. But don’t worry. I suspect you’ll enjoy your penance.”

  Ian did as he was told, swiftly sliding off his underwear and ripping off his shirt and then sitting back down on his hands, the warm leather seat of his straight-backed chair threatening to overheat his already sweaty palms.

  He kept his eyes on Janette, enjoying the insistent beating of his heart against his ribcage as he watched her turn around and saunter away from him in her tiny red dance bikini that clung to the smooth dark skin of her back and well-rounded hips and ass.

  He kept watching her as she strode toward the tall floor to ceiling cabinet bolted against the room’s back wall. He wanted so badly to stroke his cock, his cock that ached and throbbed with unfulfilled need. But instead, he resisted, only to threaten to bring more discipline down on himself by sneaking one of his damp hands out from underneath his ass and lifting it up to his mouth to bite it.

  Chapter 8

  Janette delivered Ian’s instructions in a stern tone as she straddled his face with her thick, powerful thighs and held onto the ornately molded suspension bar that hung suspended from the ceiling.

  “Lick my pussy, but don’t touch it with your hands. You still haven’t begged properly to make love to me, and you’re not allowed to put your hands on my body.” Her eyes shone and sparkled in the bright lights of her living room as she spoke.

  Ian wanted to say, ‘I couldn’t touch you if I wanted to because I’m handcuffed to this table. And why do you have a padded fold-out bondage table stored in your living room anyway?’ But he was enjoying the new and exciting sexual activities his fiancé was ordering him to participate in, so he kept his mouth shut.

  But it only stayed shut for a moment before he jutted his tongue out and slid its flattened surface down and over Janette’s slippery clit. He could only partially view her face from his position underneath her, but the expression of pleasure on her features fueled his passion, and he angled his head down to allow his tongue to slip into her sopping wet hole.

  He listened to Janette moan as he pressed his face against her wetness and proceeded to tongue fuck her pussy. He enjoyed the tart, refreshing taste of her arousal as he dipped his lips and tongue inside her slippery inner walls and felt her insides clenched around him.

  He wanted to lick more of her, so he lifted his head and dipped his tongue inside her as deeply as it would reach, eagerly lapping at her core with the full length of his mouth’s muscular appendage while he willingly soaked his entire face in her juices.

  “I love you,” he gurgled into her pussy as he rubbed her slick arousal up and down the full length of her slit, from above her clit down to the hot entrance to her pussy.

  “I love you too, baby,” she cooed as she lifted her slippery folds off his face for a few seconds, and gazed down at him while gifting him the opportunity to catch his breath. “You sure know how to lick pussy like a rockstar.”

  She sat back down on his face, and he curled the tip of his tongue inside her, doing his inexperienced best to stroke pleasure into her sensitive walls and delight her in every way his tongue could devise.

  His woman was purring now and bucking her hips in appreciation of his efforts. He worked the ebony folds near her clit and the bright red cherry center of her pussy with his lips and tongue for several more minutes before she ground her sex down on his face, her hips rocked, and series of spasms pulsed against his mouth.

  After she’d lifted the weight of her body off his face, he’d gasped for air and caught his breath before he spoke.

  “Thank you for making my first time tasting you so wonderful. You were so warm and wet for me. You’re so beautifully everything I’d ever fantasized about when I’d dreamt of loving a woman.”

  He lifted his head off the padded table. “Please allow me to touch you. Please uncuff my wrists and ankles. I want to make love to you. I’m begging you to allow me to make love to you.” Ian pleaded with his fiancé for the privilege of touching her.

  “What about wanting to wait until we’re legally married for sex?” Janette twisted her lips and grasped Ian’s chin firmly between her fingertips.

  “I don’t care about that anymore,” He pushed his chin higher, pressing its ginger roughness into Janette’s smooth brown fingertips. All the while, he twisted his body from side to side, struggling against his restraints and the painful throbbing need in his too-hard cock.

  Janette released her grip on his chin and slid down his body until she was kneeling behind his cock that was now twitching and jerking in mid-air.

  Ian’s entire body spasmed and lifted off the table as he watched his fiancé lick one of her long delicate fingers. “Oh! God!” And then his cock trembled and cum dripped from the tip as he felt her finger’s wetness slide up the sensitive underside of his dick, trailing up the length of his manhood from his tight balls straight to the hard leaking tip of his cockhead.

  “Are you sure you want mama to remove your restraints? I wish you could see how sexy you look with these handcuffs securely keeping you in place beneath me,” she said while circling one moist fingertip on the sensitive inside of his still restrained right wrist.

  “Yes! Yes! Please release me!” he shouted. “I need to hold you in my arms and make love to you!”

  “I’ll release you now, lover,” Janette turned her lips down into a pout and repositioned her body on the table so that her knee was pressed firmly against Ian’s ball sack.

  As she leaned to the side to release the restraint on his left wrist, her knee pushed into his balls and cock, and the weight of her body smashed against his sensitive genitals.

  “Oh! God! Hurry!” Ian screamed in a combination of pain, pleasure and panic as pre-cum flooded out of his cocktip and fell in a small pool on his belly.

  Click. Ian felt the handcuff holding down his left wrist unlock. He quickly lifted his free hand away from the table – but it was already too late – he was cumming.

  With Janette’s insistent knee pressed firmly against his too-tight ball sack and too hard cock he could no longer restrain himself. Ecs
tasy burst inside his cock and balls, and they exploded.

  Long, sticky ropes of thick white cum blasted out of his cock and shot up his belly and chest. If he hadn’t quickly closed his mouth and turned his head to the side, he would have tasted a mouthful of his own seed. Instead, his left cheek and his long dyed-bronze mane were on the receiving end of most of his cock’s plentiful blast.

  “Did you enjoy your release?” Janette wrinkled her nose and grinned down at him.

  He wanted to shout at her ‘Hell no! I almost swallowed my own cum!’ But the truth was he had enjoyed his release. It was the strongest and most satisfying climax of his entire life. There was something overwhelmingly exciting and emotionally powerful about surrendering his strong masculinity to the stern but playful dominance of his bride-to-be.

  Janette slid her knee away from his still throbbing balls, and he finally allowed himself to breathe deeply and say the words, “Yes, yes my love. I enjoyed the release you just gave me. Teach me more about sex, beautiful mama.”

  “How many women have you had sex with, rockstar?” The question slid off the tip of her tongue, seemingly without provocation.

  Eager to be completely open and honest with the woman he loved, he answered her immediately. “None, I’m a virgin.”

  “I knew it!” She shrieked and tweaked his nipples between her fingertips.

  “Ouch!” He screamed, surprised to be receiving unsolicited nipple torture from his supposedly loving fiancé.

  Janette dismounted the bondage table and swiftly unlatched Ian’s restraints, allowing him the free use of all his arms and legs again. Then she called back to him as she strode toward her bedroom, the metal heels of her cherry colored stiletto pumps ringing loudly against the black tile floor.

  “Follow me into my bedroom. We need to talk.”

  Chapter 9

  “Step into the shower,” Janette commanded him as soon as he’d entered her bedroom and just seconds after he’d watched her remove his mother’s antique wedding ring from her finger and place it on the center panel of her armoire.

  With his thighs still shaking from his recent exertion, he stumbled into the wet room after her. Unused to the weakness in his leg muscles, he almost tripped over the raised threshold of the tiled room. Painfully, he twisted his body and twirled and spun himself to the left, trying to avoid crashing into the woman he was certain was already furious with him for having the audacity to still be a virgin.

  “Are you angry—”

  “No,” plus a sharp shake of her shoulders were his woman’s only response.

  With his lips quivering and thick, sticky cum dripping off his cheek and pooling on his shoulder, he clung to the cold tiles decorating the large cave-like room’s wall just long enough to secure his footing.

  “Step into the shower,” Janette repeated her command as she slid down into the sunken-in shower reached forward and turned on the room’s three angled showerheads with one quick spin of her wrist.

  Dipping his head down, he obeyed his woman’s instruction and followed the wide swinging sway of her hips as she sauntered her way under the already steaming hot sprays of water.

  Without any apparent shame over the way she’d just forced a virgin to shoot cum all over his face and hair, Janette fixed her gaze on his watering eyes as she hooked her fingers around the twin corners of her bikini panties and slid them to the tile floor. Then she tugged roughly at the bikini top clinging to her breasts and ripped it away from her full, round tits.

  “Mama loves you,” Janette abruptly ended her silence with softly spoken words. He stood in front of her holding his breath and watching her every movement, desperately trying to discern her intentions. With a slow and controlled motion, she tilted her body to the side and pumped a handful of shampoo into her right palm that she carefully lifted up with cupped fingers to the crown of his head. With a smooth flowing motion, she rubbed her hands together and worked the shampoo lather into his long wavy hair.

  Deeper and deeper she drove her soft fingers into his tense, wet scalp, cleansing away all remains of sticky cum and massaging pleasure and comfort into his needy flesh. As his non-permanent bronze hair dye and curl controlling mouse rinsed out of his hair, his naturally long, curly ginger locks began to reveal themselves.

  “So handsome,” Janette spoke in an undertone as she cradled and stroked each curl one at a time and continued washing his thick mane.

  It was clear to Ian that she was only pulling and tugging on his hair when she needed to unsnag a particularly tangled snarl. But the yanking at his scalp hurt and made his eyes water even more than they already had been before she’d begun to cleanse him. Yet, he endured the pain. He knew she was hurting him for his own benefit, so he allowed her to finish her rough work of untangling his curls.

  Finally, Ian squeezed his chest muscles then blew out a great breeze of air when he felt his woman complete her job of untangling his hair. Her fingers now slid smoothly down each silken length of his long, loose curls.

  “Sit down on the bench. Mama’s going to condition your hair now.” She reached one hand back and firmly pressed a button, turning off the overhead streams of water and triggering a spray of steamy mist.

  Ian moved to sit as instructed, but before he did, he glanced up at Janette and the floating crown of coiled ebony ringlets that framed her make-up free face. The shower’s steam and insistent flow of water had uncovered the natural beauty of her face and curly hair. He gazed up at her, mouth gaped open, his heart threatening to leap out of its ribcage.

  “You’re gorgeous,” he confessed and then lowered his head as he sat down, submitting to Janette spoiling him by massaging creamy layers of hair conditioner onto his thick ginger curls.

  When he felt her dainty hands fall away from his mane, and he knew she’d finished her loving work of massaging moisture back into his hair, he stood and said, “Now it’s my turn to spoil you. Please allow me to demonstrate my love for you by honoring you and conditioning your hair.”

  She bit her bottom lip, openly stifling a grin then grimaced. “I-I-I don’t know,” her lower lip quivered, and she blinked back the water filling her eyes as she lifted her chin and gazed past him towards the shower’s ceiling.

  “Please allow me to love you,” Ian pleaded. “You’re my wife—and I need for you to let me love you.”

  “O-Okay,” she relented and swiveled her body around, presenting the back of her curly mane for him to bathe in conditioner.

  Thrilled that his wife was finally allowing him to care for her, he bent to the side and pumped a handful of conditioner into the giant palm of his hand. But before he could lift the coconut and mango scented creamed mixture to her head, she reached up and spread her hair at the base of her neck displaying a long, flat scar that traveled upward in a jagged line one-quarter way up the back of her scalp.

  “Oh, God,” Ian heard himself gasp.

  “I know—it’s hideous,” Janette slumped her shoulders forward and began to sob into her open hands.

  Ian knew the story. But he had never actually seen the scar from where Janette’s skull had been fractured so many years ago in the brutal attack that had stolen her family from her and had almost ended her life.

  To his surprise, it didn’t look grizzly. It was well healed, but there was still a thin wavy line of absent hair that trailed up her scalp, making the scar visible when she parted her thick, full mane.

  He felt his heart lurch forward in his chest as he thought of how his shocked outburst had hurt Janette. So, he did his best to soothe the pain he’d caused. Moving toward her with the kindest intent, he leaned forward and kissed his way from the base of her scar up to its narrow peak.

  She moaned through tears and leaned her head back into his lips as he continued softly kissing her scar. Emboldened by her moans of pleasure he took his opportunity to moisturize her curly locks with large swaths of creamy conditioner. Coiled curl by curl he worked his way through her entire thick, luxurious crown of hair, c
ocooning it with moisturizer.

  Chapter 10

  “How long does this conditioner need to stay on?” Ian asked innocently.

  “It’s a deep conditioning treatment, so it must stay on for half an hour before you rinse it out,” Janette answered while reaching down and wrapping her thin fingers around Ian’s thick and erect cock.

  “What to do? What can we possibly do in this shower while we wait for our hair to finish conditioning?” Ian tapped his fingers against the side of his chin while he licked his lips and winked down at his naked wife with the banging hot body.

  “Hmm…I don’t know,” Janette answered as she wiggled her shoulders and tits while keeping her fingers firmly in contact with her husband’s cock. Without further prompting she reached down with her free hand and lifted his balls, gently bouncing them and rolling the sensitive globes between her fingers while she skillfully stroked the hard length of her man’s massive dick.

  “Mmm…yes mama, that feels so right,” Ian groaned and reached up, sliding his hands over the ripe melons of his wife’s breasts and brushing his palms over her stiff, peaked nipples.

  “Mama likes,” she moaned and pressed her chest forward into the strength of his rough drummer’s hands.

  Ian grinned as his cock throbbed and pulsed against the firm, skilled urgings of his wife’s delicate fingers. “To hell with this!” he cried out suddenly. “No more foreplay – I must have you now! Let’s make love.”

  “You’re my kind of man!” Janette released her hands from around her husband’s cock and balls, quickly springing them up and above her head. With her dancer’s energy, she reached forward and clasped her fingers around his neck while hopping up into his waiting arms.

  “You’re going to choke me?” Ian’s mouth fell open.

  “Just a little bit,” Janette spoke to Ian in a baby voice then shrugged her shoulders and grinned at him girlishly.