Page 15 of Make Her Mine
“Over and over again.” I kissed her as I pinned her to the wall, the jets pounding our bodies as I pounded her with a passionate ferocity. “Your cunt is so tight.”
“Your cock is so big,” she moaned.
“Yourtitsare so big.” I leaned down to take one into my mouth.
Her nails raked over my back as she arched up to allow me to suck her tit. “Oh, Brandon, you make me feel like a woman. Sorry I was so childish. I promise never to behave that way again.”
“See that you don’t.” I moved to bite her neck, leaving my marks up and down her creamy flesh as she whimpered and begged for more. “You’re all woman, Ella.Mywoman.”
“Oh, oh, oh,” she cried out as I gave her more than she’d ever expected. “Brandon!”
Her cunt clenched all around my cock, but I wasn’t about to give in. “You like that, baby?” I slammed my cock into her pulsing walls even harder. “You like it when I fuck you raw?”
“Yes!” she gasped. “Fuck me, Brandon. Fuck me hard. Oh, God!”
Her body gave into mine, letting me take her any way I wanted to. “Your body was made for me. Your cunt hugs my cock like a glove.”
“Your cock is so hard and huge I was made to ride it.” She ran her tongue up the side of my neck. “Fuck me all night long, Brandon Gentry. Show me who owns me.”
“Iown you.” I slammed into her hard and heavy, over and over until my body could take no more. “Youaremine.” I took her face in my hands as I came inside of her. “You are mine, you hear me?”
She nodded. “I don’t want anyone else.”
I kissed her body as she went into another orgasm, milking my cock for all it would give her. Out of breath, we held onto each other until both of our bodies no longer pulsed or throbbed.
When my eyes opened, I looked in the foggy mirror, only seeing the shape of my body. “Not her, Brandon. Anyone but her.”
Sagging against the wall, I watched the powerful shower jets wash my cum down the drain. I couldn’t recall such a vivid sexual fantasy ever. Not even in my teen years when I discovered what my hand could do.
Ella was young, feisty, prickly, and mean. She thought I was out for one thing and one thing only. And damn if that girl wasn’t right.
I wanted her. I wanted her tight, tiny body. I wanted to feel that rosebud mouth move over my hard cock. I wanted to watch her pretty head bobbing at my waist. Her legs wrapped around me, my cock buried in her sweet pussy...
“Argh!” I turned off the water, then got out of the shower.
I need to find a bar. Some booze to chill me out and get my mind off of Miss Spitfire. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I went out to see if my brothers had come back up.
A quick knock on Clayton’s door, “Who is it?”
I opened the door, and he looked at my state. “Let’s go out. Get ready.”
“I’m in.” Clayton got off his bed and went to prepare himself.
Next door in Dyllan’s room, I found him flipping through the channels on the giant television. “What’s up?”
“Get ready. Let’s go out.” I shut the door, then heard women talking downstairs.
For some reason, I stood there, looking down, waiting for them to come into view. When I saw Ella and her sister walking side by side, I clenched my jaw as my cock jerked.
Although I hadn’t made a sound, Ella’s head turned, and she looked up at me. Putting her hand over her mouth, her eyes were aimed directly at my dick.
When I looked down, I saw what she was looking at. “Shit.” My cock had gone hard.
Walking back to my bedroom, I couldn’t remember a time I’d been so humiliated. I needed copious amounts of alcohol to get that girl off my mind. Ihadto get her off my mind; I couldn’t have her. It would be wrong.
What’s worse, she knew it all along. I lied to myself, but she didn’t. And now I had to forget her.
Booze and women would be the only priorities I’d have for tonight. Hopefully, Dyllan was right and the women of Carthage, Texas, would be easy to coax into some sexual activity.
