Like when he's angry or... about to come. But right now, he was actually relaxed, and it was starting to grow more pronounced.
She was about to take a bite, but just as suddenly as the food had smelled delicious to her, that smell turned sour, and her stomach flip flopped.
Brandon dropped his fork and stared at her, waiting for her to answer his question.
"Um, I was so pissed at my dad. I thought he sent SP after you, so I moved out that day," she said nervously.
Then she quickly added, "But if you want your space, I totally understand. I should have asked you first, but I just didn't have a way."
"Not hungry?" Brandon asked, ignoring her comment.
Sienna shook her head. "I'm still not feeling well from all of this. I'm sorry. It looks good though."
Brandon pushed his chair back from the table. "Come here," he softly commanded.
Sienna stood up and walked over to him. He pulled her down on him so that she was now straddli
He began fucking her harder and with more need. With every thrust, Sienna moaned louder. He hoped his small table could support their weight. 'Damn, she feels so good,' he thought to himself. He looked down between their bodies and saw his pale thick cock sliding in and out of her smooth brown pussy. Fuck, he wanted it to last longer, but that sight made him lose it. He began thrusting harder and harder until Sienna screamed her orgasm. His balls began to tighten and he shot load after load of his milky come into her pulsing core. When he felt completely empty, he let her legs drop and kissed her. "I'm so in love you," he whispered against her ear. Sienna smiled up at him and kissed him again. She had never really given it much thought before, but she figured they should probably start using condoms. Next time, perhaps she would suggest it to him. But if he got her again like this...she knew the condoms would be the last thing on her mind.
"How are you holding up?" he asked her, giving her a quick hug. "I'm alright," she lied. "Where's BT?" "He's in the shower, he'll be out in a second." Sienna mentioned, smiling at the thought of the shower door being closed from now on. Although, she didn't mind the view when it was open. "Well, Terry is out on bail. Just found out today. I feel that he'll find out sooner or later, so maybe best if we tell him," Darren whispered to her. "Tell me what?" Sienna and Darren both looked up to see Brandon staring at them while his hair dripped onto his dark grey shirt. Darren glanced back at Sienna's wide eyes. Damn, she had no poker face at all! "Um, nothing. It's nothing, we were discussing something else," Darren said, knowing he sounded like an idiot. And Brandon's facial expression made him feel like one. Brandon had barely dried off and changed his clothes when he heard them whispering. He leaned around
Brandon opened his eyes. "But he hurt you?" "My wrists and back were sore, but I'm okay," Sienna said, hoping that would calm him. Brandon shook his head slowly and then turned around. "But he tried to rape you. And he hurt you in the process, right?" She didn't answer. She felt this uneasy feeling again. Darren and Sienna stared at each other and then back at Brandon's back. Everything in the house was still. You could only hear a bird outside of his window. The bird's chipper mood was a stark contrast to the vibe inside the room. Brandon turned back around. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked Sienna. She shook her head 'yes', but she noticed the dead look in his eyes. Brandon stared at her for a moment longer and then walked towards his bedroom. They both just stood there, wondering what the hell Brandon was thinking. She heard a click in the distance, and suddenly Darren screamed, "Oh Shiiitt!!" as he rushed down the hall l
And he was right. At least about him ending up in prison. There was no way this was unavoidable. He was going to kill Terry, and then call the police. Much like he had done when he thought he'd killed his uncle years ago with a baseball bat. His mind raced back to the task at hand. What was Terry's fucking address? 246? Or 426 London Ave? Didn't matter, he'd beat down both doors if he had to. He pulled up to the 246 and saw Terry's car. He took a deep breath and got out. He walked quietly up the stairs to his door. He was about to kick that shit in, when Terry opened the door. Terry had been scrambling around his apartment grabbing his wallet and keys. He had just hung up with Darren and he couldn't believe it. Brandon was going to try to kill him? Fuck! Just as soon as he had grabbed everything, he flung open the door and came face to face with him! The expression on Brandon's face was murderous. Brandon was startled for about two seconds, bu
"Okay, um, I uh, sir, please forgive me, I'm so sorry. I got carried away the other day when I was with Sienna," Terry forced out, even though his lungs felt bruised. It was hard for him to breathe, think and talk through the blood in his mouth. Jackson immediately tensed. He wasn't expecting this to be about Sienna, but he should have known for Brandon to be this pissed off. Brandon wanted to pull the trigger right then and there when that fucker mentioned her name. He had no right ever saying her name again. But the Commander knew how to control his emotions, unlike Brandon. "Brandon, hand me your weapon. Now. That's a direct order," Jackson said. "But don't you want to hear what this asshole has to say?" "Yes, and I'm sure it's going to make me angry, but I'm afraid if you hear it again, you'll lose it, and I want to be holding your gun when you do." Brandon closed his eyes and thought about Sienna. He knew she would
Brandon continued to stare at her. "But you told Darren," he accused. "I knew he could help me," Sienna said, and as soon as those words left her mouth, she regretted it. The look he gave her, made her feel so guilty. Brandon shook his head slowly. "I see. He can help you with all of your problems," he said while getting up from the couch. He moved the ice bag to his other hand and walked to the kitchen. "No BT, that's not what I meant. I meant--" He slammed the icebag down in the sink with a loud clank. "You lied to me and went behind my back!! So what the fuck exactly DID you mean?!" he yelled at her. "I was trying to avoid this!" Sienna screamed back at him. "I didn't want you in trouble Brandon," she continued in a softer tone. "I love you so much, and I did ALL of this to keep you out of SP holding and to avoid you going to jail," she said lowering her voice. Brandon was breathing hard. He knew she had a po
Then she continued, "You say 'Fuck' a lot. You smoke when you're upset. You like looking at the pictures in National Geograhic in your spare time. Darren is your best friend. You're allergic to mushrooms. Your middle name is Caleb. You have a scar on your left shoulder from when an older kid stabbed you when you were in 8th grade, and my dad was the coolest man you know." She was afraid to look up at him, and since he hadn't said anything yet, she feared she had said too much. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have--" was all she got out before he slid her up his chest and kissed her hard. He couldn't help it. He felt he didn't deserve her. Finally, Brandon released her and she could breathe again. She always got so lightheaded around him. "That was so fucking scary and sexy all at the same time baby," he laughed. Sienna laughed too. "Oh, I can tell you much more lover. But can you tell me something I might not know?" Brandon thought for awhile.
Sienna would giggle and clap her hands and want him to read more. She and her father never really talked much, but she knew he was always there in her corner. She started thinking about her mother also. She really didn't know much about her. Sienna had been so young when she left. She remembered her father and mother arguing all the time. It was just bits and pieces of memory that she glued together over the years to make sense of their relationship. Only thing she knew was that she looked a lot like her mom, which she was sure pained her father even more. Sienna walked out into the backyard. "Hi daddy," she quietly said, as she approached him. Jackson looked up from his book and smiled. He was happy to see her. "Hey darling, how have you been?" he asked, while standing to hug her. She hugged him back. She had missed his hugs. "I'm good, how are you?" "I'm alright." The both of them sat down, and stared out into the bac