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2024-10-29 19:42:56Giggles spill from my lips as Brandon and I tumble to the bed with him falling on top of me. He lifts his hand for me to peel off his shirt and I do that with the speed of a Cheetah. His fingers dig into my skin as he rids me of my gown and a moan escapes me when he rubs circles around my nipples. My red, lace lingerie is soaked with my juices, I have made a habit of wearing only the sexy ones, I can’t be caught off guard again.
There's a throbbing between my legs which shake uncontrollably when he separates them with his knee. His touches leave me breathless, inaudible words slip from my lips when he caresses the entrance of my vagina. The lower part of my belly tightens in anticipation and I cling to him, I want him to sate that fire burning inside of me
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"No release for you," he mutters while rising to his full height and pulls down my lower lip. I suck on his thumb and moan while batting my eyelashes at him. He can't do this to me now, I am so close."Why?" I cry out, taking the hand he offers me as we step out of the stall. "Brandon."But he's already moving in the direction of our bedroom, I let out a defeated sigh and follow behind him. I don't understand what is going on, Brandon is like a switch without control, he can flip anytime. I sigh again.He is standing by the wardrobe when I step inside, his bottle of supplement in one hand and a towel around his waist. I pick one of the sweets we bought on our way back and grimace when he pops a pill into his mouth without flinching.
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"Stop that.""No.""Please." I huff in faux anger while Brandon holds his phone above his head, making me unable to reach the evil device that keeps producing moan sounds. "Please," I try again, this time with a pout and puppy eyes.He takes one long look at me, chuckles and pauses the recording. Leaving me alone on the bed, he retrieves a small box from his suitcase. I groan in protest as what he is about to do hits me, soon enough my moans reverberate through the speaker in his hand. Goosebumps cover my skin when he chuckles again and I scowl, so annoying."I hate you," I say with my eyes downcast.My response earns a laugh from Brandon and the corner of my lips twitch as I fight back my laughter. Hate is far from the word
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"You are mine too, Brandon, my husband," I mutter with my hands between my legs."Always, El, always."Silence descends on us, a small smile settles on my lips, I am still reeling from the fact he thinks so highly of me, that he wants me as much as I want him, maybe even more and at the sight of my card, my smile grows. I tuck it into the envelope and place it inside the pocket of my coat, I will inspect it later.The car slows to a stop in front of a refined restaurant with a foreign name, Brandon places another kiss at the back of my hand and steps out to open my side of the door. I get out of the Ferrari, place a chas
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Our glasses clink, I take a sip, stare at him for a while and drop the flute to the table. He empties his glass in one gulp, refills it and tilts it in my direction before finishing half its content at once. I snatch his glass, set it to the table and switch to a straddling position. Hooking a finger under his jaw, I bite my lip, unable to identify the intense emotion in his eyes.His fingers trail a line on my thigh, pushing my gown up as they near the band of my panties. Our foreheads touch, I suck my lips and pout when his eyes darken. I trace the contour of his nose, stop at his upper lip and suck in a sharp breath when his fingers move closer to my warmth. An inch forward and he will be inside my wetness.
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I stare at his retreating back unable to grasp what just happened until Brandon turns sharply to repeat his order. "Follow me."The invisible forces keeping my feet rooted to the ground lets up, I nod and trail behind him like a diligent puppy ready to serve its master. Silence is my only companion as we go down the long stairs and onto the lone corridor, passing through doors I didn't know of their existence. He stops without notice and I almost run into his solid back.A string of apologies leaves me, I twiddle my fingers, bite the inside of my lips and sigh. Brandon shifts to the side, I take one look in front of him and understand why he stopped. Seconds go by as he works the key into the keyhole of the door and my heart picks up pace, beating hard against my ribcage. My fists clench and unclench at my sides, I s
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