Page 14 of Make Her Mine
Brandon
The intense jealousy that came over me when I saw Dyllan’s arm around Ella made no sense. Neither did the words that came out of my mouth as soon as I knew Ella was no longer in the lobby, “What the fuck, Dyllan?”
He looked like he had no idea what I mean. “What’s up?”
“Your arms.” I gestured to his two ape-like appendages. “All over her.”
“What?” Dyllan laughed, and so did Clayton. “You look peculiar, Brandon. Are you envious?”
“Fuck no,” I busted. “We need to show our employees the same respect we’d show someone who worked in an office for us. Avoiding sexual harassment lawsuits is wise.”
“Sure.” Dyllan didn’t seem to care about that. “She knew I meant nothing sexual by that. You, on the other hand, seem to think so. Wonder why that is?”
Clayton elbowed him in the ribs. “’Cause he’s sweet on her.”
“Will you both just shut up?” I picked up my bag that had fallen out of my hand when they came down the stairs, looking like they just had a threesome.
Taking the stairs two at a time, I went to my room to put my things away. We decided to stay, so I wanted to make the place feel more like home.
Locking the door behind me, I started pulling things out of my bag. When I put them away, I found the amount of clothes to be pitiful. Why not shop online?
Who needs Ella Finley to help anyway?
Just thinking of the girl made me hot. The shower looked inviting as I passed the bathroom. Stripping, I figured why not enjoy a hot shower?
There were jets everywhere, and when I turned them on, they made a loud sound that muted everything else. My mind slipped away as the jets pummeled my body from all sides.
Why’d Ella have to think so badly about me? I’d had one girlfriend all through high school. She left for college in Austin, and we lost touch.
Sure, a few women after her, but nothing serious. That didn’t make me a man-whore.
The right woman just hadn’t come along yet was all. And not because I was some wolf who pursued a woman until he got what he wanted, then left. I wasn’t that guy.
But what kind of guy was I?
I wantthe maid, for God’s sakes. Not that it was awful that she was a maid, but she wasmymaid. And she lives inmyhome. That’s what made it appalling.
But even as I pictured her sweet face, my cock went hard. I ran my soapy hand over it. “You really shouldn’t get so excited. She should be off limits. Sheworksfor me. What if we didn’t work out? I’d see her all the time! I couldn’t fire her just because we didn’t want to see each other anymore.”
And now I’m talking to myself!
Closing my eyes, I leaned back and let the water work its magic. But my mind was doing some magic of its own. Ella steps into the shower and drops her clothes. “Can I come in?”
“Sure, come on in, baby. The water’s fine.” I pulled her into my arms. “Glad you came to your senses.”
“Me, too,” she cooed. “Brandon, did you know that I’ve wanted to do this since you first caught me in those strong arms?”
“Tell me, baby. You can do anything you want.” I kissed her red lips.
Barely breathing, she batted her long, thick, dark lashes. “I want to wrap my legs around your waist and have you fill me with that long, thick dick of yours, Brandon Gentry.”
Her ass in my hands, I lifted her up, and she put her legs around me as I sunk deep into her hot core. “Oh, yeah. You fit me like a glove, baby.”
“Oh, Brandon, you’re so big.” She put her head on my shoulder as her body stretched to accommodate my girth.
“You’ll get used to the size, baby. You certainly will.” I moved back and forth, using her tight cunt to stroke my hard cock. “I’m going to show you what it feels like to belong to me. You’ll feel things you’ve never felt before.”
“Brandon?” she raised her head to look at me. “Are you going to give me an orgasm?”
