Page 60 of Branded

“Jesus, fuck,” he groans out, reaching up to anchor himself on the post above my head.

I slide my thumb across the slit in the tip and swirl the bead of moisture over the head then begin to stroke him slowly. My core is throbbing more and more with each guttural groan from his lips into my ear. It’s like I’ve developed a second heartbeat between my legs.

His mouth is on my neck, biting and sucking, hopefully leaving marks on me that will never fade. I could do this all day long. There is something so powerful about having a man in your hands and hearing him moan because of you and something you’re doing to him.

He starts to rock his hips forward and back, fucking my fist. My free hand is resting at the crown of his head, holding his face in the crook of my neck, and I turn my face toward his so I bite and kiss the shell of his ear.

“Fuuuuck,” he growls loudly, before taking a step back and tossing me on to the bed. I land with a bounce in the middle, but I quickly sink into the soft, feathery blankets and pillows.

He’s standing at the foot of the bed, staring down at me with one hand on each of the posts by my feet. His cock is now free, jutting out powerfully from the opening in his pants, and his hair is complete mess from my hands.

He looks downright delectable.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, as I slide my legs together, unable to sit still. The wetness from my body is coating my inner thighs.

“I was about to come. I didn’t want to come in your hands.”

“What did you want instead?” My voice is low and my eyes are locked on him as I push up onto my elbows. My hair is cascading down my back like a chestnut waterfall.

A wicked grin spreads across his face. He then rids himself of one cuff link, then the other, and starts slowly unbuttoning his shirt before it is discarded somewhere on the floor.

His body is unreal with muscles in all the right places, and abs I can’t wait to slide my tongue across. There is a smattering of hair that starts at his navel and disappears behind his zipper, and I know it leads directly to his very impressive dick. He looks like he was plucked right out of a woman’s fantasy and placed here in front of me, and by some type of sorcery, he wants me as badly as I want him.

“I want to come while my cock is buried deep inside of your body. I want to come when you do, so I can feel your pussy tightening around me. You looked so incredible when you came last night. All I’ve thought about since then is making you do it again and again.”

“Holy fuck,” I sigh. Those are the only words I can manage. I’ve been rendered speechless.

He grips my ankles and pulls my down the bed. The slick fabric of my dress makes it very easy to take me from the center of the bed to the very edge.

He then drops to his knees in front of me and pushes the material of my dress up to my waist.

“I want to watch you,” I announce and return to my propped-up position on my elbows, looking down at him.

“Watch everything I do, baby,” he tells me, then slides his hands up my thighs and back down, trailing kisses from my knee and up, teasing every inch of skin except the one area begging for his attention.

The brush of his facial hair against the sensitive, tender skin of my thighs sets me on fire.

I try to bring my feet up to sit on the bed so I can widen my thighs more but my feet keep slipping off the bed frame.

“Take off my shoes?”

“Absolutely not,” he replies, as he lifts my legs up and hooks my knees over his shoulders. “Do you see these shoes? They are hot as fuck, and they are staying on your feet the rest of the night. I want them seared into my memory and dug into my skin.”

“Fair enough,” I say with a grin, which quickly morphs into a bite of my lip because he traces his thumbs along either side of my slit. Even through the lace of my panties it feels incredible.

“You’re soaked. I can see it already.”

“I have you to blame for that. I’ve wanted this since you left the room last night.”

With a hook of his finger under the fabric, he pulls my panties to the side and exposes my plumped and aching pussy to the cool air. I feel goosebumps erupt from every pore in my skin.

He takes his time with me, teasing at first with a gentle blow or a soft kiss to my mound covered by neatly trimmed curls, then a barely-there flick of his tongue on my clit which sends my back arching outward.

“You’re so responsive. Every touch, every taste, everything I do to you gets a reaction. I fucking love it,” he tells me, before he begins to feast.

His entire mouth covers me, and his hands grip the backs of my thighs, holding me completely still while his tongue explores. He builds me up, takes me to the very edge then brings me back... over and over until I’m literally writhing.

Sweat is beading my brow when I look down to see him suck my clit between his lips and pull it out, just to release it with a pop. His eyes meet mine as he guides his thumb over to press against my opening, just a bit before pushing it inside at the same time he gives my clit two more hard flicks, and that is my undoing.

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