I can't help but smile a little. Those are the kisses I've always dreamed of! His silky tongue invades my mouth, exploring. It demands mine, sucking, again and again and again.
With his arm still around my waist, he easily lifts my feet off the ground and carries me into the bedroom, straight to the bed, laying me on the sheets, never separating his body from mine, his mouth from mine.
Suddenly, he abruptly pulls away, separates my legs and kneels between them. Then he hooks his fingers into the sides of my panties, pulling them down with sudden gestures. Raising my shapely legs, he finishes undressing the tiny garment, discarding it quickly, and then separates my knees again, his head sinking between them.
Before his mouth even touches my sex, I gasp again.
When his tongue slides over my clitoris, I think I might faint. My hands clutch the sheet, my head hangs back, my jaw clenched, as I feel him suck me, tasting me masterfully.
Brandon brushes my flesh, sucks gently, while grunting softly. God, this is so good! Then he uses his fingers to make way and his tongue is fucking me, deep inside me, over and over again:
" Brandon! " I exclaim, my fingers getting tangled in his dark hair.
But he has no mercy. Grabbing me by the hips, he pulls me tighter against him, in rhythmic movements, showing his green eyes, clouded with insane desire, watching my reactions.
Then a finger replaces his tongue, and he returns to punishing my clitoris, while his other hand reaches for a breast, stroking, squeezing, pinching the hard nipple, twisting it. My mind is foggy, distant. The sensations are a rollercoaster, with every touch of that merciless tongue, with every thrust of those fingers. My head hangs back once more as the explosion approaches. Shaking me, Brandon orders:
" Look at me! " He sucks my trembling flesh and orders again: “I want you to look at me while you come, Sofia!
It's the first time I've heard him say my name. And he sounds so possessive that I almost fall apart on the spot.
I try to focus on his eyes. But when the wave of pleasure hits me, my expression tightens and I can't stop my back from rising off the mattress, my neck from stretching backwards and agonized moans escaping from the back of my throat.
As punishment for not obeying him, Brandon twists two fingers inside me, making me scream and squirm. It's too much! My body spasms as he continues to torture me until I collapse, exhausted and panting.
Brandon steps out from between my legs, wiping his face and beard with the back of his hand. His gaze is inflamed, full of lust. Then he slides his sharp tongue across his lips and gets down on his knees beside me, never stopping watching me. Only then do I realize that he is still fully dressed. I'm exposed in front of him. Naked, still panting. Normally, I would be shy. But he admires me all over, with adoration, as he opens the buttons of his shirt. It makes me feel powerful, like a goddess, and covering myself is the last thing I want to do.
" You're too beautiful, Sofia. So hot. And I love the taste of you in my mouth. " As if to reaffirm this, he runs his tongue over his lips again.
Then he takes off his shirt and shows off his chiseled, sculpted chest, leaving me breathless at the sight. His body is even more perfect than I had imagined, than I had dreamed. I was sure he took care of himself, but I never thought he'd be this perfect. I admire him without inhibition. Even his side muscles are worked out, making his chest even larger. I'm fascinated. I could grope his abdomen in the dark and feel the hard lumps there.
Brandon allows me a few minutes to appreciate him. Then he grabs my wrists and lifts me off the bed without much effort, putting me on my knees in front of him:
" Feel how I get every time I see you parading around the office with that beautiful ass " still holding my wrists, he takes my hands to take his hard cock between them. My eyes widened at how big it was.
Brandon never tires of surprising me, saying that he's secretly watching me and the sensation of touching his member makes me ecstatic. So I offer him my lips while I give him an erotic massage.
He moans into my mouth, tangling his fingers in my messy hair, pulling on it possessively.
After some time enjoying the kiss and the friction I apply to him, he orders, softly, against my mouth.
“ Open my pants. Touch me. I want to feel your hands on my body without any barriers.
I don't wait for a second request. Furthermore, I unbuckle his belt, unzip his pants and finally, his boxers.
His hard cock, full of veins, jumps out to greet me. The dark tip glistening with his pre-cum. I take it in one hand, handling it cadently, and he mumbles something in my ear that sounds like a melody, even though I don't understand a word.
My other hand runs over his broad chest, getting to know him, feeling his rigidity. Feeling stimulated by Brandon, I nibble his chin. Following his jaw, I reach a point on his neck, near his ear, where I dig my teeth in and hear him moan, bowing his head to allow me more access. That seems to be one of his weak points. I repeat the gesture, adding more pressure to my fingers around his member. He reacts. He takes my face in his hands and devours my mouth again. Then he runs his thumb over my moist lips:
— “I want you to suck me," he murmurs under his breath. — "I can't wait to feel my cock inside your mouth…
In response, I sucked on his finger, teasing him, while still staring at him. He's struck dumb by the surprise.
I'm getting to know myself. I've always been passive when it comes to sex. Well… my previous partner wasn't exactly gentle and attentive, so… maybe that put the brakes on. Apart from that, I never felt the same attraction for my ex as I do for Brandon. It's insane. One look and I'm on fire! In my previous relationship, sex came because of living together, not exactly because of the attraction I had for my then-boyfriend.
I don't have much practice in oral sex. I remember avoiding it as much as possible before. In fact, I was disgusted by the act. But even that is different now. I'm excited to taste Brandon. I'm also nervous. Likewise, I hope I can please him, even with my inexperience.
I decided that I'll do it the way my instinct guides me. So I run my tongue over my lips and begin my descent, taking the opportunity to get to know his structured chest with my mouth, my tongue… When I reach the bottom, I notice that he's holding his breath, watching my every move, his lips parted in anticipation. I handle him once more. Then I apply a long lick to his shaft.
Brandon lets out an exclamation. Then I take him into my mouth, he gasps, lets out a swear word and grabs my hair. I feel I'm on the right track because he's going crazy. His breathing is irregular, his hips move back and forth, following the rhythm I've set. Guttural sounds come from deep in his throat, driving me crazy with arousal, making me suck him more eagerly, while moaning in the process.
— "Look at me, Sofia," he orders, his voice slurred, deep.
I do, without disconnecting from him, taking the opportunity to plunge him into my mouth once more, in a clear provocation. Brandon pulls in a quick breath, gathering my hair into a ponytail and running a hand down my cheek in clear approval:
— I knew your mouth would give me so much pleasure! Let me see your tongue at work, sweet Sofia.
I obey, licking the glans glistening with pre-cum and my saliva. I discovered that I simply love hearing my name come out of his lips!
— Fuck, girl! — Holding my face, he pulls me in for another kiss — You drive me crazy!
He devours my mouth again and again. For someone who didn't even intend to kiss me, he seems addicted to it now. Then he pulls away to finish undressing.
I lie down to wait for him, watching as he puts on a condom and massages his rock-hard member. It's a hot scene!
Then he gets back on the bed, separates my legs, and admires my exposed sex with glazed eyes. He strokes my extremely sensitive clitoris once more, making me squirm. He finishes with a light pinch.
When he settles back between my legs, I wrap my arms around his neck, my legs over his buttocks.
And he penetrates me slowly, giving me time to get used to his size. I mentally thank him for his care because even though I'm wet with excitement, the passage is difficult and it's been so long. My nails dig into his broad back, while he, with his hands resting on the mattress, concentrates on starting to enter more and more of my soft flesh. When he's all the way in, he slides almost all the way out and invests again. He repeats this several times, eliciting delighted moans from me. Then he increases the pace, more and more. I've lived to feel these sensations. Being invaded by him! Feeling every inch of him disappear inside me.
His hair is messy, falling over his forehead, which is covered in a thin layer of sweat. He's so beautiful, fucking me. With each thrust, a primal sound comes from his throat:
— Hell, that's so good. You're so tight, Sofia. Your pussy holds my cock so tightly that I don't know if I'll last long.
I couldn't help but smile and was shocked when I felt tears slip from my eyes. I hug him tighter, hiding my face in his shoulder. Furthermore, I don't want him to notice my state. Yes, I'm thrilled by the sex. But the thing is, I've never felt anything like I do right now, and I've never felt as desired and as able to drive a man crazy as Brandon seems to be at the moment.When I manage to control myself, I need a kiss. Which he gives me immediately. Not without whispering that I'm driving him crazy. The movements increase, our breaths panting, I'm moaning his name in agony, his back arching with his vigorous hip movements.
Then I dig my nails into his shoulders, screaming my release. He spreads his big hands on my round ass, thrusts a few more times, and I feel him swell inside me and come with a long, agonized sound.
Oh, God, I'll keep that sound in my mind for eternity…
However, a few hours after the event had started… " Oh my God! I can't believe it! He's come! " one of the girls exclaims. " Who? " another asks." Mr. Reeves! As curious heads turn and the buzz grows, the plate almost falls out of my hands. I trusted him not to come! I was sure I'd have a quiet few hours!Swallowing dryly and moistening my lips with my tongue, I turn my head in the same direction as everyone else, to watch him approach. The air stops in my lungs. The man manages to look even more handsome dressed informally, but still elegant. I've never seen him in jeans before and… hell, he looks great in them. His black shirt is loose, his hair is now blowing in the wind, unlike the flawless hair he wears every day, and his aviator glasses are over his eyes. I have to stop myself from cursing out loud. This image of him is everything I don't need to keep in my head. I know it will be one more way of being tormented. As everyone jostles to welcome him, I try to keep as far away
I get out of the way of the cars just in time to catch a glimpse of him passing me in his latest year of gray Mercedes. Even though the car is moving, he stares at me through the open window ardently, then leaves the parking lot and reaches the street, speeding away in that beauty of a machine. I can't help but sigh. And it was only then that I remembered to look around and make sure no one had caught us. Luckily, apart from the gloom that already dominates the place, there are no people close enough to recognize us. I resume my walk, realizing that I've certainly missed the bus. However, I'm smiling, folding my hands behind my back and noticing that I don't really care. It was for a good cause. An excellent case, in fact. I have two options: wait for the next one, which will come in an hour, or walk home. It'll be about a 40-minute walk. But I feel refreshed and decide not to wait for the bus. I know it must seem like I'm not in the best of moods, with that silly smile on my face
Then, when I became a well-known tech entrepreneur and started to stand out in the media, Lee Ann reappeared and made no bones about asking me for money. I knew she'd be trouble if I refused, so I just gave her a fat allowance to leave me alone… but even that wasn't enough. God! It's a good thing that in a few hours' time, I'll have sweet, tempting Sofia in my arms, to get rid of all the tension that woman has brought me! Sofia A few hours later, very nervous, I knocked softly on the door of suite 220, wearing my newest dress, a light lipstick, just to highlight my lips, very well brushed hair, heels and my favorite perfume. It's a nice evening, so I didn't wear a jacket.The way Brandon stands and examines me all over, in appreciation, makes me sure that the small folly of having bought the dress was worth it. - Wow! - he exclaims softly, in a deep voice. - You look beautiful! I told you. I don't exactly think I'm ugly. But the way he talks to me, the way he looks at me... a
I remove my hand from between her legs, spit on my fingers, and part the silky lips of her vagina. I plunge a finger in, deep, and twist it. She lets out a loud exclamation. Fuck, I love that sound! " Do you like that, Sofia? She shakes her head, her hair falling around her face: " Do you want more? Biting her lip again, she nods affirmatively. I add another finger to the other and thrust deep again. She stands on her tiptoes, her hands wrapped even tighter around my shoulders. I thrust in again and their legs shake. I wrap my arms around her hips, holding her in place, and dig my teeth into her waist as I thrust again and again, rotating my fingers again and again:" Jesus Christ! You're dripping, Sofia! " Brandon! " is her moan of agony. " I can't take it anymore! " Then come for me! Let it come, Sofia! I feel her sex tighten around my fingers, and she moans loudly, shuddering violently. I smile. I suspect she's never come so hard before. And I like the idea that it happene
He calmly takes a sip of his coffee, then puts the cup down on the table and looks at me:" I did it to protect you. Especially from mean comments. If anyone saw me looking at you after what we'd done, they'd immediately know what I was thinking. Believe me, it wasn't easy for me! I blush and lower my gaze, unable to contain a smile: " Can I see your nails? The sudden question puzzles me. But I held out my hands to him, a little awkwardly because they're unglazed and short:" I'm sorry about the way I look… It's just that I haven't had much time for a manicure… " the great truth is that there hasn't been any money left for such a luxury for a long time, and I'm a disaster with manual skills. Even if it is the simplicity of polishing my nails. Brandon takes my small hands in his, analyzes them with a mysterious smile, and then releases them after a light caress:" Now I'm the one who's intrigued…" he says so quietly that I have to strain to hear. " Why?He then watches me with a
When he made his entrance on Monday, I kept my head down during his journey. There are two reasons for this. Firstly, the fear of once again being thoroughly ignored. Secondly, because the memory of having practically accused him of treating me like a call-girl came back to me. I waited for him to pass by, waited for them to start settling down, and did the same. I had often found myself distracted, admiring him. Just like that moment. As soon as I was sure I was in his office, I took the chance to look at him. As always, impeccable. Today's three-piece suit is dark, matching his beard and hair. He emanates an aura of power. Power that he uses when he fucks me… used to. I correct myself. The thought makes me uneasy and, swallowing hard, I turn my attention back to my work. I know it will take a lot of effort to concentrate, but I'll have to be strong. Now I'll just be left with the memories of what we did together. It's a fact that Brandon Reeves won't be looking for me anymore bec
When we arrived at the suite, I had to hold back an exclamation at the luxury. It's as sumptuous as suite 220 in the previous hotel. However, there's not much time for anything, not even to admire the enormous place. I think I could take a shower before anything else, as I've been working all day, but Brandon has other ideas. As soon as the door closes, he takes off his suit, leaves it on an armchair, loosens his tie, unbuttons two buttons on his shirt, reaches for a condom from his wallet and leaves it on the sideboard. I just watch his decisive attitude, panting with anticipation. Then he comes over to me, helping me take off my suit. With agile movements, he pulls the silk blouse over my head, then his hands take my breasts in his palms, still under the lace of the bra. He presses me against the door with his body and comes to devour my mouth. " What have you done to me, Sofia? " he murmurs against my lips, his eyes glazed over " I can't stop thinking about you! " "I can't stop
Fearing what will be said after the madness of the sex has passed, I decide that I'm going to retreat before he wakes up. So I take a quick shower, get dressed and once again leave the bathroom, foot in foot, without looking at the bed. However, I almost have a heart attack when his voice rings out: " Why are you already dressed? And where do you think you're going? " Oh my God! " I exclaim, turning around abruptly with one hand on my chest. " You almost killed me with your heart! Brandon snorts out a laugh as he stands up. He's still naked, and I smile at the fact that he has no inhibitions about parading in front of me, as he calmly walks over to an armchair to pick up his clothes. I waste no time in appreciating him. From his long legs, shapely thighs to his hard, beautiful buttocks, which I want to touch. His broad back… marked by his nails. I feel guilty, but he also has his share because he drives me crazy, to the point of losing track of my strength. " I don't understand