Chapter 22 His True Obsession (4)
Mirabel had called Micheal-Adrian's driver after Jaya left.
She closed her eyes gently as she waited for Micheal to take her home.
Mirabel opened her eyes, her gaze meeting Michael's in the rearview mirror.
There was something in his eyes, a hunger, a desire that she hadn't noticed before. She felt a flutter in her stomach, a spark of excitement that she hadn't felt in a long time.
She had always been the faithful wife waiting for Adrian despite Micheal's obvious hunger for her all these years.
Micheal stepped in and drove her car out of the parking lot, no words were spoken until they got to the mansion.
Michael stepped out of the car, opening the door for her, his hand reaching out to help her step onto the gravel driveway.
His fingers lingered on hers, she looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, and she saw the desire reflected in his gaze.
Without a word, Michael led her into the house, his hand on the small of her back, guiding her through the foyer and into the living room.
Michael turned to face her, his eyes leering over her body.
Mirabel's breath hitched as Michael reached out, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw, her neck, her collarbone.
His touch was gentle, yet firm, sending shivers of anticipation down her spine. She reached up, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer until their lips met in a passionate kiss.
Michael's hands roamed her body, his fingers deftly unbuttoning her blouse, pushing it off her shoulders, his lips trailing kisses down her neck, her collarbone, her chest.
Mirabel moaned, her head falling back, her body arching into his touch.
Michael's lips found her nipple, his tongue circling the sensitive bud, his teeth nipping gently.
Mirabel's fingers gripped his hair, urging him on, her hips bucking against him, seeking more friction.
Michael's hands slid down her body, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her skirt, pulling it down, revealing her pants.
He knelt before her, his hands spreading her thighs, his breath hot against her skin. Mirabel's body trembled, her hips moving of their own accord, begging for his touch.
Michael's fingers traced the line of her pants, his thumbs hooking into the lace, pulling it down and revealing her wet folds.
He leaned in, his tongue flicking out, tasting her pussy, his eyes locked onto hers as he sucked and licked her pussy, his fingers sliding into her pussy, stretching her.
Mirabel's moans filled the room, her body trembling, her hips bucking against Michael's face, her fingers tangled in his hair.
Michael's tongue circled her clit, his fingers pumping in and out of her, his other hand reaching up to pinch and roll her nipples.
"Michael," Mirabel gasped, her voice was breathless, "I need you inside me."
Michael stood, his lips glistening with her juices with a sly grin on his face.
He quickly shed his clothes, his cock hard and ready, dripping its juices.
Mirabel's eyes widened at the sight of his muscular body and his hard cock.
Michael lay down on the rug, his hands reaching for her, pulling her on top of him.
Mirabel straddled him, her knees on either side of his hips, her hands on his chest, her body poised above his.
His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he guided her down onto his cock.
Mirabel gasped as she impaled herself on his length, her body stretching to accommodate him, her hips moving slowly, grinding against him, her clit rubbing against his pubic bone.
Michael's body tensed, his hips moving faster, his cock pounding into Mirabel, his fingers circling her clit, his other hand reaching up to grip her throat, his thumb pressing against her pulse point.
Mirabel's body trembled, her orgasm building, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Michael's cock hit that sweet spot inside her,
"Come for me, Mirabel," Michael growled, his voice low and commanding, "Let me feel you come all over my cock."
Mirabel's body tensed, her hips bucking, her ass clenching around Michael's cock as she came.
Michael groaned, his hips moving faster, his cock sliding in and out of her, his own orgasm crashing over him, his cum filling her.
They stayed like that for a moment, their breaths slowly returning to normal.
Michael's hands gently caressed Mirabel's back, his lips pressing soft kisses to her shoulder.
Mirabel's body trembled, her ass clenching around Michael's cock.
Michael pulled out, his hands gently guiding Mirabel until she was lying on her back, her body spread out before him.
"Did you regret this?" Michael's voice echoed in the room.
"Nope, I don't", Mirabel replied confidently.
She only pitied her baby. The only way forward was to propose an open marriage to Adrian.
That would work, she was betrayed and he didn't call to question her about fucking a stranger and that means he wasn't worried.
"Care for another round?"
"Yes", Mirabel smiled.
Michael's hands gently guided Mirabel until she was on her hands and knees, her ass presented to him.
He knelt behind her, his hands spreading her cheeks, his tongue flicking out, tasting her.
He smacked her butt and inserted his dick, moving in and out of her. "Fuck...Micheal, don't stop".
"He hit her harder this time, pulled her up to penetrate harder.
The door burst open.
"Don't stop", Mirabel commanded, making Micheal bang her without stopping.
She knew it was Adrian and she wanted him to feel what she felt.
"Mirabel"
"Uggh..hh Michael go harder and faster", Mirabel closed her eyes, Adrian pulled Micheal and pushed him away.
"How dare you?" Mirabel roared angrily.
"He's my driver!...you're fucking my driver, Mira"
"Don't fucking call me that", Mirabel had always thought Adrian loved her for calling her Mira.
"So you want to fuck around right?"
"Yes...at least I don't go about fucking women", Micheal gasped at the revelation. His boss was gay.
"Get out", Adrian commanded Micheal. He snatched his clothes and rushed out of the room.
"What do you want?" Adrian moved closer to Mirabel.
"An open marriage".