Page 52 of Organized Chaos
“Tell me how much you want this.”
“So fucking much.” Once again, he only gave me a little of what I needed.
With his mouth on my lips, right outside of where I needed him, Brandon taunted me. My body was ready to shatter, but he planned only to continue if I was vocal. I didn’t care. He created the tension, and I needed him to ease it. I’d give him whatever he wanted to release my agony.
“I love it when you lick me.”
My back arched as he squeezed my lips together, exposing my clit and sucking viciously. He sucked and licked until my thighs trembled.
“I’m so close. Don’t stop. It feels so good.”
The taut nerves bunched together, and I stumbled forward, grabbing onto his hair, desperately grinding against his hot mouth.
“Oh,” I strained to speak, tears rolling off my cheek. “Oh, God!” I screamed, almost shooting off of him as I exploded.
With a strangled cry, my limp body fell forward, hands landing on either side of his head. Mind numb and depleted, I was floating in a trance when I noticed my limbs were still jerking uncontrollably.
A wet tongue was twirling my wetness around with lazy strokes. Brandon hadn’t stopped licking me.
It didn’t seem to matter if I had come. Brandon was doing it to please himself rather than me. His eyes were closed, large hands firmly wrapped around my thighs and squeezing, as if loving every second of it.
When he finally stopped, he ended with a small kiss on my clit, releasing his hold on my thighs. I moaned as he slid my dead-weight body down his body, my eyes fluttering but not enough to miss his smug smile.
I was still straddling him with my knees on either side of his body when Brandon guided me to his hips. Grabbing my ass cheeks, he settled me against his hard shaft. Both of our heads were hung low in silent camaraderie as his dick slid between my folds.
“Fuck,” he sounded awestruck at the sight, groaning in that earthy throaty way.
So sexy.
So him.
He drew my hips back before he slowly plunged me forward, dragging out a shuddering breath. Inch by inch, he disappeared inside me.
I was dripping wet but couldn’t take more of him. I tried to resist, but Brandon rammed in relentlessly with hands on my waist and thighs, even as my entrance threatened to expel the thick girth.
We moaned at the same time as he went deep enough to make my eyes water.
“Fuck, your pussy is so hot and tight around my cock.” His head dropped back on the pillow. My fingers clutched at his shoulders for an anchor while his slipped between us. He gave a satisfied growl, lathering them in the slippery mess. “And so wet.”
Brandon raised his head to nuzzle my neck. I writhed from the new sensations of this position, hands flat on his chest to steady myself.
“Move your hips,” he gritted out agonizingly, “like you did with my tongue.”
I shifted but was painfully full of him. With one hand still gripping my waist and the other locked within my folds, he forced me to grind against him, my knees digging into the mattress.
“Yes, like that.”
His eyes glowed manically as he watched me, raking over my breasts that were lifting and falling with every effort.
“Fuck yes,” he grunted, shifting his hips underneath me in motion.
Encouraged, I moved with him. As I found a steady rhythm, I felt my core tightening once more and dug my nails into his chest. “Oh my God.”
His shabby breaths competed with mine, and I could barely hold on. My muscles clenched as he pulsed inside me. I shouted, head thrown back, grappling with ecstasy.
Feeling boneless, I slid forward. Brandon noted the change and rose to the occasion. Removing his fingers from my sex, he firmly gripped my thigh and waist, moving me as he saw fit.
The bed rattled against the wall from his efforts, mattress creaking as he used my body without holding back. I moaned from the aftershocks while he gave out a stifled choke, grinding my hips against him with his large hands until spilling inside me.
