One Shot
Miley Cyrus. When she was 9, she was the cutest and happiest little girl you’d ever see. Her smile was always there and she did whatever she could to make sure other people were smiling all the time too. Her dream in life was to become an actress and make people of all ages laugh. But when she turned 16, her world turned upside down. While her father was away on a “business trip,” and, by business trip, I mean off sleeping with a bunch of whores, someone broke into her home and raped and then beat her mother to death… Right in front of Miley’s face. Ever since that day, she’s not been the same. Now, at age 17, she was one of the most wanted teenagers in Nashville. Not because of murder or anything. She wasn’t that bad. Her reasons for being wanted was underage drinking, drug usage, and smoking. Also, she would cut school on a regular basis to go out and be with her boyfriend. She did whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. She didn’t care about rules or respecting her elders. All that mattered was that she was happy. If she didn’t clean up her act soon enough, she was going to end up doing major time behind bars. That’s why I’m here. I know that deep down, there’s some good inside her. It just needs to be dug up and brought to the surface. I’m Joe Jonas, chief deputy of the Nashville Juvenile Delinquent Department and I’m going to take her in and make sure she changes.
I got out of my car and made my way to 39 Belmont Avenue, the house where Miley lives. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. At first, there was no noises, or any signs of someone being home coming from the house. I was about to turn around and head back to my car when I saw the main hallway light flick on and heard the door unlock and then open. “Can I help you?” The person seemed to be confused as to why I was at their house, unannounced at 11 o’clock at night. It was a little sketchy, yes, but there wasn’t much time left before the
Nashville Police Department got involved. I turned around and looked directly into those beautiful blue eyes that were looking at me. “Allow me to introduce myself.” I said, a giant smirk making its way across my face.
Miley followed me as I led her into the place she would now be calling home. Until she recovered, that is. As we walked, I pointed out rooms that I thought might be important for her. Such as the living room, the kitchen, my office, the bathroom. I lead her upstairs and did the same thing, again, pointing out her bathroom, the guest room, the game room, and then, finally, her room. “I’ll let you get settled. Once all your stuff is put away, you’re to meet me in the living room so we can discuss the rules of this house.” I was about to turn around and give her some privacy but I was stopped by her voice calling for me. “Joe?” She asked. “Yes?” I asked back. “What’s that room not too far from here, at the end of the hall?” The room she was referring to was my bedroom. “That, my friend, is a room only a few lucky women will ever have the honor of seeing in their life. My bedroom. Or, if you‘re bad… the torture chamber. Oh, and it's Deputy Jonas to you, my dear.” I winked at her and then walked away before she had the chance to ask me any more questions or add in any commentary.
Miley had been living here for 6 months and I was already noticing a major difference in the way she was acting. Her attitude was beginning to improve and she didn’t fight off orders like she did when she first lived here. The one thing that hadn’t quite changed was her sexual desires. Boy, were those strong. At least three times a day, she was trying to get me to sleep with her. It was very tough but I found a way to resist. Instead, we became a “couple.” I use the term loosely. It basically meant that was held hands and kissed and we couldn’t see other people. But, by no means, did I plan on sleeping with her until she was of legal age.
“Hurry up, Miley! I’m getting hungry and I can’t wait much longer.” I called up the stairs. She’d been getting ready for at least an hour now, and we were only going out to lunch. “Give me 5 more minutes, I’m almost ready!” She yelled back down. When she said 5 minutes, I knew, in Miley time, that meant 30. So I walked over to the couch, turned on the television and waited patiently for her to finish getting ready so we could go
*30 minutes later*
I was beginning to get worried when Miley didn’t come down. She said she’d be down in 5 minutes, which meant 30 minutes in here time and it had been that much. What the hell could she possibly be doing? I lifted myself up off the couch and walked into her bathroom. Everything seemed to be in place, except for the curling iron which was laying on her bathroom counter. Then I looked in her bedroom, then the guest room, and finally, the game room. She wasn’t in any of those rooms and I was beginning to get nervous. Then I remembered something… She
was still a rebel at heart, I knew exactly where she was.
My hand touched the shiny golden knob and I felt myself getting more nervous as I got closer to entering my room. I’m not quite sure why though, it was my room, I had nothing to be nervous about. But still, I felt the need to be cautious and that’s exactly what I did.
When I walked inside my room, I saw something I was not, at all expecting to see. There was Miley, spread out on my bed, wearing nothing but a lace bra with matching underwear and a feather boa draped around her neck. I gulped nervously as I felt my manhood growing bigger as I continued to look at her. “W-what are you d-doing in h-here?” I chocked trying to get the words out. She looked at me, with a very seductive look planted on her face and she motioned for me to come towards her with her pointer finger. “M-M-M-Miley… I told you you’re not allowed in here.” I tried to sound stern but it was so hard to do when my bulge was increasing in size with each second that went by. She turned so she was no longer lying on her back, but instead, on her stomach. “Just come here. I won’t bite, I promise.. Well, unless you’re in to that kind of stuff.” She winked at me. Forgetting the fact that she was a minor and I was supposed to be taking care of her, I gave in. I hurried over to the bed and positioned myself so I was hovering above her.
It wasn’t long before the lust and desire kicked in and we both went crazy. I was about to unhook her bra, which would reveal the most beautiful chest I had ever seen in my life, I was sure of it, when she stopped me. She leaned up a little bit and whispered in my ear. “Let’s make this a bit more fun…”
Miley’s idea of fun was dressing me up in my police uniform and dressing her up as a “Damsel in distress.” It didn’t stop there though. We were now playing a game. It was my job, as the cop, to search around the house and rescue her. Once I did that, I would receive a “reward” as a token of her appreciation.
I searched the entire house and had no idea where Miley could be. God, this girl was good at hiding. I was just about to give up, go to my room, and call it a night, when I heard my bedroom door open and close. She was running from room to room, clever! But not clever enough. I ran up to my room, and there she was. She had made it so it looked like there was a set of railroad tracks in my room and she managed to tie herself up with a giant piece of rope.
Quickly, I ran over to her and untied her as fast as I could. Once she was free, I helped her up and she reached her arms out and hugged me. Then, in the cutest Southern accent ever she said, “Why thank you, officer. You saved my life. How can I ever repay you?” I leaned in and looked right into her eyes. “I think I have an idea.”
Now, we were back to square one. Miley was in her lace bra and matching underwear, but I remained in my officer outfit. She believed it would be more effective. That way, it would show how I was “in charge” and she couldn’t refuse to do what the Officer said without getting in trouble. I liked it.
I laid her down on the bed and hovered over her, much like I had been doing before. When I went to unhook her bra, she began squirming around. “You’ll never get me!” She yelled before wedging her way in between my arms and out of my bedroom. I was going to run after her but before I did that, I had an idea.
Once again, I found myself running around trying to find Miley. This girl had a lot of energy. But, by now, I had figured out her secret. I just had to wait and eventually, she would make her way to my bedroom, thinking it would take me forever to figure out that that’s where she was.
As it turns out, I was right and Miley did exactly what I knew she would. I gave her a couple minutes to get settled before I made my way towards the door. When I was standing inside, I saw her lying on the bed again. Quietly, I made my way over to her and, once again, lied down on top of her. Except this time, I was sure there would be no more interruptions. Just to be sure, though, I pulled out the item I had retrieved from my closet when Miley ran away. Miley saw what I had pulled out and her eyes widened at the sight of it. A smirk made its way across my face. “You should have listened to me and not ran away. Now, you can’t be trusted so you must face the consequences.” As I was speaking, I opened the shiny and sparkly handcuffs and wrapped one of them around her wrists and the other one around one of the poles on my headboard.
Miley began wiggling and squirming underneath me. It was very awkward when I was trying to kiss her but I guess she was uncomfortable with the handcuffs restricting her and all. I lowered my body so the two of us were now even closer. “This is what happens when people break the rules, love.” I said while I gently began to rub her cheek with my thumb. She nodded her head after I finished speaking. “I understand, Joe.” She winked at me, looking very smug and proud of herself. I got up off the bed and went back to my closet where I searched until I could find what I was looking for.
Moments later, I came back out from the closet and saw that Miley had not at all moved. “Where’d you go, Joe? I was beginning to get worried.” I pulled out the whip that I had hidden in my duty belt and cracked it against her firm butt. It obviously shocked her, who would expect something like that? And she turned so her butt was now face down on the king sized mattress and she was looking at me. “What was that about?!” She squealed. “I told you, it’s Officer Jonas.”
It seemed like Miley finally understood that I was serious when it came to this whole name thing and she began to obey what I said. As I was lying on top of her, I looked down and for the first time in the six months she had been
here, I noticed how beautiful her light blue eyes were. Also, for the first time ever, I saw innocence and fear in her face. I didn’t want to act like a disgusting animal around her. I had grown to truly care about her and maybe even love her. I no longer wanted to have sex with her, I wanted to make love with her. And if we were going to make love, it was going to be special and I would take my time with her, making sure she was comfortable and ready before we did what we were going to. It didn’t matter that she’d probably had sex with at least 25 other guys before. With me, it would be special.
Slowly, I unhooked Miley’s bra and gently tossed it aside. It seemed like when I did this, she started to get a little uncomfortable. “What’s wrong, Miles?” I asked, concerned about her. “It’s just.. I’ve had sex with lots of other guys before but that was when we were both drunk. And now, with you, I feel like I’m not pretty enough or good enough to be with you.” She began tearing up. I unlocked the handcuffs, freeing her arms, and then picked her up
and held her in my arms. “Miley, don’t think like that, ever again. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. And that’s why I want to do this.” I assured her. “Are you sure?” She asked, like she didn’t believe me. I stroked her cheek with my thumb. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” Miley smiled and then nodded her head at me. And she laid herself down on the bed, like she was before. “I’m ready.”
I took one of Miley’s breasts in my hand and played with it. Then, I took her other breast and gently began sucking on it. I switched it up a couple times, which breast was where. I guess this was tickling her because she started laughing while I was doing it, one of my biggest turn-on’s. When I figured she was content with that, I began going lower. I left a bunch of kisses from right in between her chest and all the way down to where the elastic band of her underwear sat. I looked up at her, she was looking down at me smiling. She nodded her head, urging me to continue. I did just that. Using my teeth, I bit the band and gently moved my mouth downwards until her underwear was completely off and just hanging out of my mouth. Miley got up and took it out of my mouth, flinging it far away. Then she flipped us over so I was now lying down on the bed and she was above me. “What are you doing?” I asked. This was not part of the plan. “It’s your time now.” She said, in a seductive voice. “But Miley , you’re not done yet!” I tried to stop her but it was no use. She was already unbuckling my belt and removing my pants.
Miley got on her knees on the floor, right beside the bed and positioned me so she had easy access to exactly what she wanted. And she didn’t waste much time either, which I loved. Immediately, she took my member and
placed it in her mouth. Then, she went right to work, as if it were a lollipop. Seconds into the blowjob, I was feeling instant pleasure.
By the time she was finished working her magic on me, it was safe to say that I was more than turned on. But, god, that blowjob was more amazing than my sad attempt at pleasuring her before. I know it wasn’t a competition but I couldn’t be outdone!
After Miley was finished, she lifted herself up off the ground and made her way back towards me. I sat up and swung my legs so they were hanging over the bed and planted on the ground. I patted my lap and she came
over and sat down on my lap. Right as she was starting to get comfortable, I reclined back so my back was against the mattress and then I flipped us over so it was her who had her back against the mattress.
Continuing what I was doing before, I left more kisses all over he body. Except this time, I didn’t stop when I got to her lower area. I continued doing what I was doing. In fact, I went even further this time. I nuzzled my head in
between her legs and took her beautiful womanhood into my mouth. I rubbed small, gentle circles inside of her with my tongue which again, she found pleasing. I was glad though. Tonight would be a night of making love and I wanted to get her as comfortable as possible so she would remember and enjoy this night forever.
“That’s enough of that, I’m definitely ready now.” Miley said, very out of breath, as I continued making the circles. I pulled my head out of her legs and worked my way back up towards the upper part of her body. “Are you sure?” I asked, wanting her to be absolutely positive that she was ready. She smiled and nodded her head before wrapping her arms around the back of my neck and dragging me towards her. Then she planted a beautiful kiss on my lips. You could easily taste my cum on her lips and I’m sure the same went for hers on mine. It was
still the most beautiful kiss I’d ever experienced in my life. We both pulled away, looked into each others eyes and smiled.
I positioned myself at the opening Miley had created for me and prepared to enter inside of her. Even though she claimed she was ready for this, I still wanted to be careful and take my time until she was totally comfortable. So I
started with short, slow thrusts. Minutes later, Miley was begging for me to pick up the pace. I didn’t want to get her angry so I did as she asked. It wasn’t long before both of us were sweating and going crazy. It was clear that
in a couple of moments, we would both hit our climax. “In 5...” Miley started off. We both took turns after that. “4” “3” “2” “1” And in unison, we both said it, “0!” Right on time, our juices came spilling out. God, that was honestly the best I’d ever had.
After we had hit our climax, I got off of Miley and rolled over so I was lying next to her. I turned so I was on my side and she did the same. I took one look at her and was amazed. Her hair was all over the place, her face was sweaty, and she had no makeup on but she still looked absolutely beautiful. “God, you’re beautiful.” I blurted out, while I rubbed my thumb against her cheek. She looked up at me for a moment and smiled. “Really? I think I look like a mess.” She said, pointing her head down. I placed my index finger under her chin and gently brought her face back up so she was looking at me again. “Nope, you don’t. I can honestly say I’ve never seen a more beautiful
sight in my life.” I whispered before leaning in and gently pecking her lips. She smiled at me. “You have the most beautiful smile in the world, you know that?” I asked. Immediately after my little compliment, I noticed Miley was
turning very pink. It made her look even cuter than she did before. “Thanks.” She giggle whispered. “And you know what else?” I whispered. “What?” She asked, still smiling her beautiful smile. “I love you.”
My words without a doubt shocked Miley but that was to be expected. We hadn’t really talked about falling in love because I don’t think either of us believed it would happen. I know I definitely didn’t. When I first showed up at her door, my only intention was to help change Miley into the young lady I knew she was. And I’ll admit, I did that. I just so happened to fall in love with her in the process. “Do you really mean it, Joe?” She asked, seeming unsure. I nodded my head. “I know it seems kind of random and out there but I’ve thought about it for a while now and the way you make me feel is like no other girl has before. I don’t expect you to say anything back but I just wanted you to know how head over heels I am in love with yo-.” Miley cut me off by pressing her finger
against my lips. “Please stop talking…” She begged. I nodded my head. God, what was I thinking telling her such a thing? She obviously didn’t feel the same. Now I just look like an idiot. I took my hand and used it to bring her finger that was covering my lips away from my mouth. Then I pressed my hands against the mattress and was going to walk out of the room but Miley stopped me. “Joe, wait…” She called. I turned around and saw Miley had thrown one of my t-shirts on to cover herself and was now walking towards me. She wrapped her arms around
my neck. “I love you too.” She said, with the biggest, most sincere smile on her face that I had ever seen.
I smiled too and leaned down so our lips were almost touching. “Thank you for being the best girlfriend and fiancée in the entire world.” I whispered in her ear. I went in for a kiss but Miley back away. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. What!?” She asked. I took Miley’s hands in mine and gently got down on one knee. “Miley Ray Cyrus, would you do me the honor of being my wife?” I asked. Tears started pouring down her face. In the six months that she had been here, that was the first time I’d ever seen Miley cry. I hoped that they were tears of joy… They were. Miley said yes. Not once, not twice, not even three times, but, what had to be, at least 100 times. I got back up and wrapped my arms around Miley’s waist. “I can’t believe it.” “Believe what?” She questioned. “That I’ve got the most beautiful girl in the world and she’s forever mine.” I smiled. “Aww, babe, you’re such a sweet talker.” I nodded my head. “What can I say? Mama raised me right.” Both of us laughed at my stupid joke. “So what do
you say we go out for lunch like we had planned?” I proposed. We looked over at the clock which read 8:00 PM. “Or not.” Miley added to my statement. “I’ve got a better idea… Why don‘t you go pick out a movie, I‘ll order a pizza, and we‘ll just spend the night at home, enjoying each other‘s company.” I suggested. “I like that a lot.” Miley chimed in. “I’m glad.” I smiled at Miley and leaned down again waiting for my beyond deserved kiss. Thankfully, Miley gave it to me. Then she pulled away and started walking towards the door. “Now, go order that pizza, mister.” She ordered, winking at me. I saluted her. “Ay ay, captain!” I joked. Before walking out of the room, I gave Miley a playful slap on the ass. She turned around and looked at me. “On second thought, the pizza can wait.” She screamed before grabbing my hand and running towards the bed. It was gonna be a good night, I just knew it.
I got out of my car and made my way to 39 Belmont Avenue, the house where Miley lives. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. At first, there was no noises, or any signs of someone being home coming from the house. I was about to turn around and head back to my car when I saw the main hallway light flick on and heard the door unlock and then open. “Can I help you?” The person seemed to be confused as to why I was at their house, unannounced at 11 o’clock at night. It was a little sketchy, yes, but there wasn’t much time left before the
Nashville Police Department got involved. I turned around and looked directly into those beautiful blue eyes that were looking at me. “Allow me to introduce myself.” I said, a giant smirk making its way across my face.
Miley followed me as I led her into the place she would now be calling home. Until she recovered, that is. As we walked, I pointed out rooms that I thought might be important for her. Such as the living room, the kitchen, my office, the bathroom. I lead her upstairs and did the same thing, again, pointing out her bathroom, the guest room, the game room, and then, finally, her room. “I’ll let you get settled. Once all your stuff is put away, you’re to meet me in the living room so we can discuss the rules of this house.” I was about to turn around and give her some privacy but I was stopped by her voice calling for me. “Joe?” She asked. “Yes?” I asked back. “What’s that room not too far from here, at the end of the hall?” The room she was referring to was my bedroom. “That, my friend, is a room only a few lucky women will ever have the honor of seeing in their life. My bedroom. Or, if you‘re bad… the torture chamber. Oh, and it's Deputy Jonas to you, my dear.” I winked at her and then walked away before she had the chance to ask me any more questions or add in any commentary.
Miley had been living here for 6 months and I was already noticing a major difference in the way she was acting. Her attitude was beginning to improve and she didn’t fight off orders like she did when she first lived here. The one thing that hadn’t quite changed was her sexual desires. Boy, were those strong. At least three times a day, she was trying to get me to sleep with her. It was very tough but I found a way to resist. Instead, we became a “couple.” I use the term loosely. It basically meant that was held hands and kissed and we couldn’t see other people. But, by no means, did I plan on sleeping with her until she was of legal age.
“Hurry up, Miley! I’m getting hungry and I can’t wait much longer.” I called up the stairs. She’d been getting ready for at least an hour now, and we were only going out to lunch. “Give me 5 more minutes, I’m almost ready!” She yelled back down. When she said 5 minutes, I knew, in Miley time, that meant 30. So I walked over to the couch, turned on the television and waited patiently for her to finish getting ready so we could go
*30 minutes later*
I was beginning to get worried when Miley didn’t come down. She said she’d be down in 5 minutes, which meant 30 minutes in here time and it had been that much. What the hell could she possibly be doing? I lifted myself up off the couch and walked into her bathroom. Everything seemed to be in place, except for the curling iron which was laying on her bathroom counter. Then I looked in her bedroom, then the guest room, and finally, the game room. She wasn’t in any of those rooms and I was beginning to get nervous. Then I remembered something… She
was still a rebel at heart, I knew exactly where she was.
My hand touched the shiny golden knob and I felt myself getting more nervous as I got closer to entering my room. I’m not quite sure why though, it was my room, I had nothing to be nervous about. But still, I felt the need to be cautious and that’s exactly what I did.
When I walked inside my room, I saw something I was not, at all expecting to see. There was Miley, spread out on my bed, wearing nothing but a lace bra with matching underwear and a feather boa draped around her neck. I gulped nervously as I felt my manhood growing bigger as I continued to look at her. “W-what are you d-doing in h-here?” I chocked trying to get the words out. She looked at me, with a very seductive look planted on her face and she motioned for me to come towards her with her pointer finger. “M-M-M-Miley… I told you you’re not allowed in here.” I tried to sound stern but it was so hard to do when my bulge was increasing in size with each second that went by. She turned so she was no longer lying on her back, but instead, on her stomach. “Just come here. I won’t bite, I promise.. Well, unless you’re in to that kind of stuff.” She winked at me. Forgetting the fact that she was a minor and I was supposed to be taking care of her, I gave in. I hurried over to the bed and positioned myself so I was hovering above her.
It wasn’t long before the lust and desire kicked in and we both went crazy. I was about to unhook her bra, which would reveal the most beautiful chest I had ever seen in my life, I was sure of it, when she stopped me. She leaned up a little bit and whispered in my ear. “Let’s make this a bit more fun…”
Miley’s idea of fun was dressing me up in my police uniform and dressing her up as a “Damsel in distress.” It didn’t stop there though. We were now playing a game. It was my job, as the cop, to search around the house and rescue her. Once I did that, I would receive a “reward” as a token of her appreciation.
I searched the entire house and had no idea where Miley could be. God, this girl was good at hiding. I was just about to give up, go to my room, and call it a night, when I heard my bedroom door open and close. She was running from room to room, clever! But not clever enough. I ran up to my room, and there she was. She had made it so it looked like there was a set of railroad tracks in my room and she managed to tie herself up with a giant piece of rope.
Quickly, I ran over to her and untied her as fast as I could. Once she was free, I helped her up and she reached her arms out and hugged me. Then, in the cutest Southern accent ever she said, “Why thank you, officer. You saved my life. How can I ever repay you?” I leaned in and looked right into her eyes. “I think I have an idea.”
Now, we were back to square one. Miley was in her lace bra and matching underwear, but I remained in my officer outfit. She believed it would be more effective. That way, it would show how I was “in charge” and she couldn’t refuse to do what the Officer said without getting in trouble. I liked it.
I laid her down on the bed and hovered over her, much like I had been doing before. When I went to unhook her bra, she began squirming around. “You’ll never get me!” She yelled before wedging her way in between my arms and out of my bedroom. I was going to run after her but before I did that, I had an idea.
Once again, I found myself running around trying to find Miley. This girl had a lot of energy. But, by now, I had figured out her secret. I just had to wait and eventually, she would make her way to my bedroom, thinking it would take me forever to figure out that that’s where she was.
As it turns out, I was right and Miley did exactly what I knew she would. I gave her a couple minutes to get settled before I made my way towards the door. When I was standing inside, I saw her lying on the bed again. Quietly, I made my way over to her and, once again, lied down on top of her. Except this time, I was sure there would be no more interruptions. Just to be sure, though, I pulled out the item I had retrieved from my closet when Miley ran away. Miley saw what I had pulled out and her eyes widened at the sight of it. A smirk made its way across my face. “You should have listened to me and not ran away. Now, you can’t be trusted so you must face the consequences.” As I was speaking, I opened the shiny and sparkly handcuffs and wrapped one of them around her wrists and the other one around one of the poles on my headboard.
Miley began wiggling and squirming underneath me. It was very awkward when I was trying to kiss her but I guess she was uncomfortable with the handcuffs restricting her and all. I lowered my body so the two of us were now even closer. “This is what happens when people break the rules, love.” I said while I gently began to rub her cheek with my thumb. She nodded her head after I finished speaking. “I understand, Joe.” She winked at me, looking very smug and proud of herself. I got up off the bed and went back to my closet where I searched until I could find what I was looking for.
Moments later, I came back out from the closet and saw that Miley had not at all moved. “Where’d you go, Joe? I was beginning to get worried.” I pulled out the whip that I had hidden in my duty belt and cracked it against her firm butt. It obviously shocked her, who would expect something like that? And she turned so her butt was now face down on the king sized mattress and she was looking at me. “What was that about?!” She squealed. “I told you, it’s Officer Jonas.”
It seemed like Miley finally understood that I was serious when it came to this whole name thing and she began to obey what I said. As I was lying on top of her, I looked down and for the first time in the six months she had been
here, I noticed how beautiful her light blue eyes were. Also, for the first time ever, I saw innocence and fear in her face. I didn’t want to act like a disgusting animal around her. I had grown to truly care about her and maybe even love her. I no longer wanted to have sex with her, I wanted to make love with her. And if we were going to make love, it was going to be special and I would take my time with her, making sure she was comfortable and ready before we did what we were going to. It didn’t matter that she’d probably had sex with at least 25 other guys before. With me, it would be special.
Slowly, I unhooked Miley’s bra and gently tossed it aside. It seemed like when I did this, she started to get a little uncomfortable. “What’s wrong, Miles?” I asked, concerned about her. “It’s just.. I’ve had sex with lots of other guys before but that was when we were both drunk. And now, with you, I feel like I’m not pretty enough or good enough to be with you.” She began tearing up. I unlocked the handcuffs, freeing her arms, and then picked her up
and held her in my arms. “Miley, don’t think like that, ever again. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. And that’s why I want to do this.” I assured her. “Are you sure?” She asked, like she didn’t believe me. I stroked her cheek with my thumb. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” Miley smiled and then nodded her head at me. And she laid herself down on the bed, like she was before. “I’m ready.”
I took one of Miley’s breasts in my hand and played with it. Then, I took her other breast and gently began sucking on it. I switched it up a couple times, which breast was where. I guess this was tickling her because she started laughing while I was doing it, one of my biggest turn-on’s. When I figured she was content with that, I began going lower. I left a bunch of kisses from right in between her chest and all the way down to where the elastic band of her underwear sat. I looked up at her, she was looking down at me smiling. She nodded her head, urging me to continue. I did just that. Using my teeth, I bit the band and gently moved my mouth downwards until her underwear was completely off and just hanging out of my mouth. Miley got up and took it out of my mouth, flinging it far away. Then she flipped us over so I was now lying down on the bed and she was above me. “What are you doing?” I asked. This was not part of the plan. “It’s your time now.” She said, in a seductive voice. “But Miley , you’re not done yet!” I tried to stop her but it was no use. She was already unbuckling my belt and removing my pants.
Miley got on her knees on the floor, right beside the bed and positioned me so she had easy access to exactly what she wanted. And she didn’t waste much time either, which I loved. Immediately, she took my member and
placed it in her mouth. Then, she went right to work, as if it were a lollipop. Seconds into the blowjob, I was feeling instant pleasure.
By the time she was finished working her magic on me, it was safe to say that I was more than turned on. But, god, that blowjob was more amazing than my sad attempt at pleasuring her before. I know it wasn’t a competition but I couldn’t be outdone!
After Miley was finished, she lifted herself up off the ground and made her way back towards me. I sat up and swung my legs so they were hanging over the bed and planted on the ground. I patted my lap and she came
over and sat down on my lap. Right as she was starting to get comfortable, I reclined back so my back was against the mattress and then I flipped us over so it was her who had her back against the mattress.
Continuing what I was doing before, I left more kisses all over he body. Except this time, I didn’t stop when I got to her lower area. I continued doing what I was doing. In fact, I went even further this time. I nuzzled my head in
between her legs and took her beautiful womanhood into my mouth. I rubbed small, gentle circles inside of her with my tongue which again, she found pleasing. I was glad though. Tonight would be a night of making love and I wanted to get her as comfortable as possible so she would remember and enjoy this night forever.
“That’s enough of that, I’m definitely ready now.” Miley said, very out of breath, as I continued making the circles. I pulled my head out of her legs and worked my way back up towards the upper part of her body. “Are you sure?” I asked, wanting her to be absolutely positive that she was ready. She smiled and nodded her head before wrapping her arms around the back of my neck and dragging me towards her. Then she planted a beautiful kiss on my lips. You could easily taste my cum on her lips and I’m sure the same went for hers on mine. It was
still the most beautiful kiss I’d ever experienced in my life. We both pulled away, looked into each others eyes and smiled.
I positioned myself at the opening Miley had created for me and prepared to enter inside of her. Even though she claimed she was ready for this, I still wanted to be careful and take my time until she was totally comfortable. So I
started with short, slow thrusts. Minutes later, Miley was begging for me to pick up the pace. I didn’t want to get her angry so I did as she asked. It wasn’t long before both of us were sweating and going crazy. It was clear that
in a couple of moments, we would both hit our climax. “In 5...” Miley started off. We both took turns after that. “4” “3” “2” “1” And in unison, we both said it, “0!” Right on time, our juices came spilling out. God, that was honestly the best I’d ever had.
After we had hit our climax, I got off of Miley and rolled over so I was lying next to her. I turned so I was on my side and she did the same. I took one look at her and was amazed. Her hair was all over the place, her face was sweaty, and she had no makeup on but she still looked absolutely beautiful. “God, you’re beautiful.” I blurted out, while I rubbed my thumb against her cheek. She looked up at me for a moment and smiled. “Really? I think I look like a mess.” She said, pointing her head down. I placed my index finger under her chin and gently brought her face back up so she was looking at me again. “Nope, you don’t. I can honestly say I’ve never seen a more beautiful
sight in my life.” I whispered before leaning in and gently pecking her lips. She smiled at me. “You have the most beautiful smile in the world, you know that?” I asked. Immediately after my little compliment, I noticed Miley was
turning very pink. It made her look even cuter than she did before. “Thanks.” She giggle whispered. “And you know what else?” I whispered. “What?” She asked, still smiling her beautiful smile. “I love you.”
My words without a doubt shocked Miley but that was to be expected. We hadn’t really talked about falling in love because I don’t think either of us believed it would happen. I know I definitely didn’t. When I first showed up at her door, my only intention was to help change Miley into the young lady I knew she was. And I’ll admit, I did that. I just so happened to fall in love with her in the process. “Do you really mean it, Joe?” She asked, seeming unsure. I nodded my head. “I know it seems kind of random and out there but I’ve thought about it for a while now and the way you make me feel is like no other girl has before. I don’t expect you to say anything back but I just wanted you to know how head over heels I am in love with yo-.” Miley cut me off by pressing her finger
against my lips. “Please stop talking…” She begged. I nodded my head. God, what was I thinking telling her such a thing? She obviously didn’t feel the same. Now I just look like an idiot. I took my hand and used it to bring her finger that was covering my lips away from my mouth. Then I pressed my hands against the mattress and was going to walk out of the room but Miley stopped me. “Joe, wait…” She called. I turned around and saw Miley had thrown one of my t-shirts on to cover herself and was now walking towards me. She wrapped her arms around
my neck. “I love you too.” She said, with the biggest, most sincere smile on her face that I had ever seen.
I smiled too and leaned down so our lips were almost touching. “Thank you for being the best girlfriend and fiancée in the entire world.” I whispered in her ear. I went in for a kiss but Miley back away. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. What!?” She asked. I took Miley’s hands in mine and gently got down on one knee. “Miley Ray Cyrus, would you do me the honor of being my wife?” I asked. Tears started pouring down her face. In the six months that she had been here, that was the first time I’d ever seen Miley cry. I hoped that they were tears of joy… They were. Miley said yes. Not once, not twice, not even three times, but, what had to be, at least 100 times. I got back up and wrapped my arms around Miley’s waist. “I can’t believe it.” “Believe what?” She questioned. “That I’ve got the most beautiful girl in the world and she’s forever mine.” I smiled. “Aww, babe, you’re such a sweet talker.” I nodded my head. “What can I say? Mama raised me right.” Both of us laughed at my stupid joke. “So what do
you say we go out for lunch like we had planned?” I proposed. We looked over at the clock which read 8:00 PM. “Or not.” Miley added to my statement. “I’ve got a better idea… Why don‘t you go pick out a movie, I‘ll order a pizza, and we‘ll just spend the night at home, enjoying each other‘s company.” I suggested. “I like that a lot.” Miley chimed in. “I’m glad.” I smiled at Miley and leaned down again waiting for my beyond deserved kiss. Thankfully, Miley gave it to me. Then she pulled away and started walking towards the door. “Now, go order that pizza, mister.” She ordered, winking at me. I saluted her. “Ay ay, captain!” I joked. Before walking out of the room, I gave Miley a playful slap on the ass. She turned around and looked at me. “On second thought, the pizza can wait.” She screamed before grabbing my hand and running towards the bed. It was gonna be a good night, I just knew it.