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“Talk about your family in this detached way. I know it bothers you, Brandon.”
The mask disappears, as it usually does around me, and his eyes wilt with sorrow.
He looks at the coffee table as he speaks. “If I think about it too much, I’ll lose myself to immense pain. And I want to be better.”
I reach for his hand. “Wouldn’t it be better to talk with your family? Get through it together?”
Squeezing my hand, Brandon looks at me again and sighs. “Like me, Brit’s slowly working on herself. But our parents have to take that step, too. It’s the only way we’ll start to mend as a family.”
“I hope you will.”
He gently caresses my face, igniting the flames within my body. “No more talking. You’ve teased me enough. I want that pretty mouth to do other things.”
I gulp. “Hm. How come you haven’t invited me to your room since that one time?”
Brandon smirks. “Again, say what you actually mean. Tell me you want me to take you to my bed.”
I give him a playful look. “Maybe I just want to see my sunset sketch. I kind of miss it.”
He narrows his blue eyes to slits, a wicked glint within. “Is that so? Sure it’s not about me ramming into you while you entangle your body in my sheets?”
“Ahem.” I bite the corner of my bottom lip, underwear turning moist. “Such a sexually driven guy.”
Brandon carries his gaze over me and groans. “I really want to fuck you right now, little artist.”
“Catch me first,” I tease.
His expression instantly turns dark, challenging me to run.
Giggling, I shoot from the sofa, but Brandon is faster.
He seizes me at my waist and yanks me back to him, grip tight as his mouth conquers mine for a greedy kiss.
“You want to see my bed?” he growls at my lips. “All right, my fearless artist. I’m going to pleasure you so good in it, you won’t want to leave.”
Only a whimper manages to flee from my mouth. His intensity arouses me so much.
Towing me along, Brandon heads to the main house. He throws a dirty smirk back at me as we hurry up the grand staircase.
The second we reach the top, he lifts me off my feet and makes out with me until entering his room, gray from the evening sky.
Brandon collapses with me on his bed.
We continue kissing like starved animals, touching each other everywhere.
He pushes down the sweatpants and my panties at the same time, hand going between my thighs to massage me there.
“Always wet for me,” he drones at my neck before sucking at my skin.
Moaning, I tug at his hoodie until he eases back to yank it over his head. I do the same to mine, and he unclasps my bra quickly to twirl his tongue around my pebbled nipples.
I spasm from the pleasure and trail my hands over his back, feeling his scars and the way his muscles tense along with his stiff shaft at my moist entrance.
Brandon returns to my mouth for a ravenous kiss and drives his cock inside me to the base.
We both groan in maddening lust and cling to each other. His name trickles from my lips without effort as he thrusts vigorously.
I lift my hips and match his rhythm, feeling as if I’m bathing in a pit of unspeakable sexual fire.
