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“I wanted to tear the rest of your clothes off, Skylar,” he told me as his other hand rested comfortably over my right breast, kneading it softly and causing my nipples to rise. “I wanted to run my tongue over every inch of this beautiful body.”
“Mmmm,” I groaned, thrusting against our hands, which were at this point more controlled by his movements than mine.
The hand on my breast trailed its fingers around the curve and back to the nipple, which he pinched lightly and tugged. He pinched it again, this time a little harder, causing me to jerk.
“You like that, baby?”
His teeth clenched my earlobe, this time harder to match the pleasurable pain he was inflicting on my breast. I was suddenly so close.
“I wanted to fuck you so hard, Skylar.” Brandon’s voice now shook slightly.
I could feel his hard length pressing into my back. It only pushed me closer to the edge.
“I wanted to feel every part of you, with nothing in between us—absolutely nothing, baby. I wanted to feel you shake and squeeze me with that gorgeous body of yours. I wanted to make you come. And come. And...come!”
With the repetition of his last words, which were really more like commands, and a small grunt of his own, Brandon pushed my limp hand aside to take full control of the rhythm.
“Oh, Jesus CHRIST, BRANDON!” I cried as every muscle in my body seized.
I launched onto my toes, shoving back against him. The hand at my breast dropped to anchor my waist while I fell apart.
“That’s it, baby, that’s it,” Brandon purred as he softened his touch, rubbing out the remainder of my orgasm while I shook. “Let it come. Let it go.”
Stricken in his arms, I quivered for several more seconds until I slouched backward, weak and noodle-like. But he wasn’t finished yet.
Brandon stood up, holding me under my elbows while he rotated us around so that I was facing the table with him behind me. He pushed a few of the inventions out of the way, then gently pushed me down so that I was lying on the hard surface, my face turned to one side with my eyes still closed.
“All right. Stop thinking about what I wanted to do. I want you to think about what I’m doing to you right now.” Brandon’s deep voice rumbled against my shoulder as his hand stroked my back, down over my ass and back up. “Imagine yourself, bent over this table, my cock hard between your legs. You make me so fucking hard, Skylar. I swear to God, I’m going to tear this beautiful body in two.”
I groaned, unable to keep the noise in as his words penetrated my orgasm-soaked daze. Vaguely I registered the brief absence of him as I heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper. A second or two later, his warmth returned.
“God, you’re so ready for me, baby,” he said over my shoulder, his long length teasing me until I thought I would literally scream for more. His hand drifted over my ass, his fingers toying playfully over my other opening.
“One day I’m going to fuck you here, too,” he said, his voice vibrating against my ear, which he nipped again, causing my sharp intake of breath. “That’s a promise, Red.”
His fingers teased me there a bit more before drifting to the side to take a fuller handful of flesh as he pressed himself slightly farther inside me. I gasped at the fullness.
“Are you ready for me, Red?” Brandon rumbled above. “Do you want it?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Say it,” he said, sliding a bit—but only a bit—into me before tortuously pulling out again.
His hand continued to knead at my ass, causing me to groan involuntarily against the countertop, both in ecstasy and frustration.
“Ah, Brandon!” I moaned.
“Say it, baby,” he demanded behind me. “Beg me for it.”
I pressed my forehead against the table and braced my hands on the countertop, pushing back against him, trying to force him in. But he resisted, and just kept up the excruciatingly slow teasing. God, I wanted him so badly. More than I had ever wanted anything.
“Please,” I moaned as I pushed back again. “Please, I want you in me.”
“All right, hush now,” Brandon said against my ear as his big body covered me completely.
He slipped his other hand around to play with my clit, quickly bringing me to the edge yet again while he slid in, one excruciatingly slow inch at a time. He didn’t move immediately, but gave me a few moments to adjust to his size. He wasn’t small, that was for sure. But as ready as I was for him, I didn’t need time to adjust.
He started to move.
