Page 40 of Discord
A weight on top of my thighs kept me pinned to the bed. I only found my voice again when Brandon’s mouth latched onto my clit—sucking and licking.
“Fuck,” I groaned as he trailed his tongue inside me, feeling the walls of my aching cunt, before returning to my clit.
Brandon had stormed into my room with a vengeance, spouting shit like,Where the hell were you,andWe discussed this,andI expect you to be at my apartment during the day. You’re merely to sleep at this house and only when I’m here.
He was fucking crazy.
God, I missed him.
Riddled with uncertainty over everything Reid had shared, I had drowned in self-pity for days. I felt undeserving of Brandon or happiness, but when he came charging like he was on a war path, it was difficult not to throw caution to the wind.
He grabbed me from under the arms and threw me on the bed like a rag doll. Then he pulled me to the edge of the bed and parted my legs to kneel between them. Any remaining rationale I possessed was obliterated when he reached under my denim skirt and dragged my thong down to my thighs, his persistent tongue landing on the most intimate part of me.
We generally didn’t partake inside the house. Good thing no one was home. The lights in my room were bright enough to see where his tongue was pressed against my sex before moving between my folds. Leaning my elbows against the mattress, I couldn’t peel my eyes away from the sight of it. My throat was dry as I watched lubrication slide onto my lower abdomen. It was a slick mess between my thighs.
“Brandon,” I moaned, never thinking it possible to fear an orgasm. “I can’t… not again.”
Brandon sucked on my clit, ignoring my protests or unwilling to let go. I came so many times over the last hour that I lost count. One more orgasm might render me insensible for the day, and I doubted I’d be able to meet Raven to discuss college stuff, which might be his evil plan.
I pulled at his hair to detangle the lips latched onto my tender flesh. Though his mouth floated over my pussy, his fingers delved in and parted my folds, exposing my clit that was raw from his rough treatment. My thighs were red and bruised as well. My pussy was swollen, clit exposed obscenely from the way he had spread my lips apart.
Dark hair was tousled from where I had been pulling and his eyes glowed as he licked his bottom lip. Savoring me.
God, the sight of him.
“Just one more,” he said wickedly, though I didn’t believe it’d be only one more.
Brandon lowered his face and massaged his tongue through my wet folds. My eyes fluttered in submission, legs quivering uncontrollably. I cried softly, though it sounded more like whimpers at this point.
He licked and nibbled on the sensitive flesh in response. Sweat glistened over my flesh and the back of his neck as I chased another orgasm. He picked up the pace, flattening his tongue until my vision blurred, and I came with an earth-shattering climax.
“Oh, God, oh, God, fuck.” I couldn’t stop, legs cramping as I clenched them under his mouth. I was shocked it happened again.
Brandon pressed my legs down when my upper body threatened to shoot off the bed. I trembled, eyes flapping and body limp, head rolling to one side. His face was still between my legs, tongue kneading my sensitive flesh as if he couldn’t get enough.
I pulled at his hair again, and Brandon sat up slightly on his knees so we were at eye level. “You are doing this on purpose,” I mumbled sluggishly.
“Doing what on purpose?” he asked innocently.
Reminding me what I missed out on by leaving your apartment.
I slowly swiped my hand at him, looking at him under tired, hooded eyes. I tried to move, but he pinned my ass against the bed to keep me in place. His fingertips inserted back into my folds. My legs automatically moved to clench, but he grunted, grip tightening to keep my legs parted.
“Stop it.”
He stroked my pussy with his fingertips, catching my clit between them.
“God,” I hissed. My clit pulsed, begging for more. How was that possible? I’d probably die if I had another orgasm. “No,” I said breathily, though he didn’t let up. My sex sparked from his fingers, jolting from the contact. It was too much. “Not like this.”
He smirked, intrigued. “No? How do you want it, baby?”
“With you inside me,” I suggested for a reprieve, though my throat went dry at the way his eyes lit up, growling some sort of male satisfaction.
No sooner had I said it did Brandon yank me off the bed and carry me a few steps. I gasped when my back hit the wall. Bracing a hand over my chest, he pressed me against the wall while undoing his pants and sliding his cock between my folds.
“Oh…” I bit my bottom lip.
We were dressed except for his undone pants and the panties he had dragged down my thighs. Somehow, it seemed dirtier this way. My breasts rubbed against his chest; legs wrapped around his waist. His fingers dug into my inner thighs, pushing inside to the hilt until I couldn’t take any more.
