Page 61 of Branded

I don’t even get to announce I’m coming because it shatters over me faster than I can react. I collapse onto my back and slide my hands into my hair as he continues to move his tongue and fingers through wave after wave of pleasure until my thighs are shaking around his head. Only when my body goes limp and soft does he move from his position on the floor back to his feet.

My lips are dry from the many deep breaths I’ve been taking so my tongue darts out to lick them, “Wow,” my voice is breathy and quiet.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” he says. “We are just getting started.”

With that, he pulls me from the bed and back up to my feet before telling me to turn around, and with my back to him, he pulls the zipper at the small of my back down. I can feel the dress loosening around my waist and then he pushes the straps from my shoulders, letting it fall into an emerald pile at my feet.

I’m not wearing a bra today, which he seems to approve of because as soon as my dress is gone, his arms snake around me and my breasts are in his hands. His large, hard body is firm against my back and I drop my head to his shoulder, relishing in the sensation as he twists, tugs, and pinches my nipples. Each movement sends a lightning bolt from there all the way to my clit.

His touch moves over my body, exploring every curve, appreciating each inch of me as he bends down slightly to push my panties to the ground, nipping at my left ass cheek, causing me to squeal.

“Ouch!” I giggle.

“You liked it.” He rises back up to his feet then spins me around.

“I did.”

I hook my fingers into the waistband of his pants and push them, along with his boxer briefs, down to the floor.

“Tell me what you want, Sawyer,” he growls with his hand on the back of my neck. “I want to hear it on your lips again.”

I place a gentle kiss to his bottom lip. It’s so soft and so tender that I nearly melt right here and I whisper, “You.”

My feet leave the ground instantly.

He has his arm banded around my waist and guides me back down onto the bed, only this time he comes with me.

With my thighs open to give him room, he nestles in between them and covers my body with his.

We don’t bother to get under the blankets, so the cold breeze from the air-conditioning is blowing on our heated skin and it adds another layer of sensation to an already deliciously overwhelming scenario.

His hands are planting on either side of my head and he rises up like he’s doing a push-up and stares down at me. The underside of his cock is resting on my pussy and his tip nudges at my clit.

“Mmm,” I moan, my hands finding their way to my breasts, cupping them, squeezing them.

“Christ, I love watching you,” he says. He keeps shifting his hips to tease my clit with his tip.

“Isaac... please...”

“What? Say it.”

“Fuck meeeee,” the last word comes out in a long gasping moan because he takes his cock in his hand and playfully slaps it against my clit.

“Let me grab a condom.”

He moves off of me long enough to retrieve a condom from his bag.

“Did you think I was a sure thing?” I ask, watching him roll the latex down his length.

“Absolutely not, but a man can hope.”

He crawls over me again, this time staying on his knees, resting the tops of his thighs against the backs of mine. My legs fall open and wrap around his waist as he takes my hip in one hand and his cock in the other.

“Are you ready?” he asks me.

“What do you think?”

“I want to savor every second of this,” he says, angling himself just right, before slowly pushing the first inch or so inside of me.

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