Page 33 of Justice for JoElla

“I don’t have orgasms.” She said it just like she’d announced she didn’t like a certain flavor of ice cream, or horror movies, or going to weddings. “Never have, never will.”

“Because you don’t want to?”

“Never found a man who could give me one.”

Laser focus. That was what BrandonFox developed in that instant. He had every intention of making sure she had an orgasm, and it would be one she’d never forget. “Then I think you just found the right man.”

“Oh, yeah? I doubt that.”

“Stop doubting. Start believing. Get those panties off. I intend to have you screaming in the next ten minutes.”

“Oh, so you’re Superman?” she asked with a laugh as she dragged the black and white lace down her legs and tossed it on the floor.

“No. You forget… I’m a doctor.” Brandon took in the sight before him. She had beautiful breasts that sported big, hard nipples, and the apex of her thighs was shaved to a landing strip. When she reached out to pull his boxer briefs down, he moved closer to make it easier for her. He was hard, so fucking hard, and he wanted to be inside her, but he had work to do.

“Well, that’s pretty,” she said as she smiled at his manhood.

“I think that’s the first time anybody’s ever said that to me.” When he lay down beside her, he pulled her to him and pressed a knee between her legs. “You’re going to find out how hard and insistent this pretty thing can be.”

She glared up at him in the lamplight. “Oh yeah? Show me.”

“You’ll wish you’d never said that.” Before she could react, he pressed her back into the mattress and rose above her.

“Right. Of course. You’re Superman.”

“I’m pretty damn super.” It took everything he had to keep from doing what he wanted to do instinctively?stretch out on top of her and take in her whole body?but that wasn’t what he needed to do. Kneeling between her legs, he pressed his left hand into her belly and let his right hand wander up the inside of her leg. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

“Oh, yeah. I’m just gorgeous.”

“You are!” When his fingers met her folds, he only hesitated for a minute, then slipped two fingers in and parted them. “And you’re wet for me.” She never said a word, so he went to work. Dragging his fingers upward, he found what he was looking for. “And there it is?the launch button.”

“It’s disconnected,” she snarled.

“No it’s not, and I’m going to prove it to you.” As soon as he found the ridged spot inside her channel, he started to stroke it, but he got little to no response, so he slipped his fingers back up. “I guess if I’m going to get this motor purring, I should open the hood.” But instead of one finger, he used two, one on either side, and slid them up, up, up, until he heard her gasp just a little. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It won’t work. You’ll see.”

“Right. Let’s see.” He knew exactly what he was looking for. Upper quadrant, more sensitive on her left than her right. Her breath hitched almost imperceptibly, and he understood.

She fought it. She wanted to be in control. As long as she was in control, she didn’t have to trust anyone. It was all in her hands. Brandon had every intention of taking that control away from her and letting her know she was safe with him. He’d never do anything to hurt her?never. He just kept stroking, waiting, watching, and he could see the tension in her belly as she fought him. The fingers of his left hand plucked at her nipples, first one and then the other, pinching, or twisting slightly, or pulling. There was nothing wrong with her. Her body was responding appropriately. It washer.Shewas the one keeping it from happening. He had to find a way to defeat that, and he was pretty sure he knew how.

She was swollen and hard, and he knew if he could get it just right, he could drive her over the edge. The fingers of his left hand drifted down her ribcage and to her waist, then ran down the center of her belly. Hand fisted, he pressed down on her mons and massaged it, massaging and kneading, watching her carefully, and he could see her body responding. Her nipples were harder and her breathing was shallower than it had been. Then he did the thing he knew would get her.

His left hand grasped her right hip and as his fingers dug into her flesh, he let his thumb sink into the space just in front of her pubic bone, and he dug down deep and massaged the nerve there. That was the moment he knew he had her, when she gasped aloud and arched her back. “Brandon, don’t do?”

“JoElla, stop. Just relax and turn loose. I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.”

“But… Oh my god,” she whispered, and her legs stiffened just a little. Brandon kept it up. Stimulating the parietal peritoneum that way was what caused some women to enjoy navel play, and the nerves could directly affect the cervix and all points between. And those points between where exactly what he was working for. “Oh, no. Uh-uh, no. I can’t?”

“You can and you will.” Slicking his fingers with her juices once again, he went back to work, stroking carefully on both sides, upper quadrants, while he kept up the massaging just in front of her pubic bone. “JoElla? Babe, you’re safe with me. Just let go. Come on. Please? I want to be inside you so badly, but you have to?”

It hit. Her belly went rigid, her legs too, and she shook as her back arched. She didn’t make a sound, and he wasn’t sure what to think about that, but he kept going. When she bowed her back, pulling her pelvis toward the mattress, he went with her, and she started to seem a little frantic. As soon as she gripped his right wrist with both hands, he stopped.

He was beside her in a second, and instead of rushing to press himself into her, he kissed her. Her lips parted and the kiss she gave him was nothing like the one she’d given him earlier. This one was passionate, intense, and intentional. Brandon reached for a condom, managed to rip the foil open, and rolled it on. When he broke the kiss, he smiled down at her. “You ready?”

“Oh, god. Yeah. I’m ready. Please, please, please?”

He was pretty sure begging wasn’t something she’d done before, but she was doing it with him, and he loved it. He pressed into her entrance slowly, but she was having none of that. Instead, she gripped his hips and pulled him into her, moaning the whole time. And that was his signal.

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