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2024-10-29 19:42:56My body lights up in response to the kisses Brandon begins to litter all over my neck, trailing a path up my ear for his teeth to gently scratch my earlobe and a shiver runs through me. His fingertip grazes my lower lip, my tongue comes out to wet it and my breathing becomes shallow when he pushes it inside my mouth. He pulls his thumb out, I swallow and blink morosely as his lips come closer to mine, afraid and excited for them to tango
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"Okay," I say. "A sip for a sip, how's that?"Brandon's index finger circles the top of his mug, he arches a brow and my lips widen into a charming smile which I hope will make him say yes. He doesn’t. Instead, he continues staring at me and I am forced to place a hand over his, bringing his attention back to the flowered cup. A corner of his lips lift but the smile doesn't reach his eyes and my hand finds his knee under the table to squeeze it. He’s making a big deal out of it.His Adam apple bobs, his tongue comes out to wet his lip and I laugh when his hair falls into his eyes when he tries to shake his head in response to my suggestion. Anyone watching us right now will think he is preparing for an arduous task when all I have asked him to do is take a sip of my whipped coffee. I nod, urging him with my eyes to man up and d
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"Can we go?" I mutter but his hand on my leg stops me from standing. "Please."The bell rings, a couple walks in with their smiling child between them, they head straight for the counter and I smile in fond memory as the boy's father ruffles his hair. The kid bounces on his feet, points to an item in the show glass and giggles. I don't know what his mother told him but his lips turn down in a scowl and he lets out a shrill sound that causes some people, including Brandon, to plug their fingers into their ear. I giggle, he is cute even with the pink colour staining his cheek and snort running down his nose."I want kids," I mutter absent-mindedly. "I want four kids, two boys and two girls.""I don't want kids." Brandon's voice pulls me from my thought and I glare a
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Giggles 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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