Chapter 110
Brandon’s POV
“Brandon…” Summer moaned, her fingers fumbling with my shirt, testing it open to rake her nails down my chest, leaving red trails that burned deliciously. I hissed, my cock aching as I gripped her hips and yanked her onto my lap, her thighs spreading wide to straddle me. She ground against me, her soaked cunt soaking my pants, the heat of her searing through the fabric. I shoved her back onto the bed, tearing off my clothes in a frenzy–shirt, belt, pants gone in seconds, my cock springing free, thick and pulsing, precum already beading at the tip.
Summer spread her legs, her pussy glistening pink and puffy, dripping with arousal, the sight making my mouth water. I crawled over her, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand, my other guiding my cock to her entrance. I teased her first, dragging the head through her slick folds, coating myself in her juices, tapping her clit until she writhed, begging, “Please… now…”
I didn’t make her wait long. I thrust in slow, deliberately, stretching her tight cunt inch by inch, savoring the way she clenched around me, her walls fluttering as I filled her. She moaned, loud and raw, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me deeper. I pulled back, almost out, then slammed back in, hard and deep, making her tits bounce with the force. Her nails dug into my shoulders as I set a brutal pace, fucking her with long, punishing strokes, the wet slap of our bodies echoing in the room.
Her pussy gripped me like a vise, hot and slippery, and I angled my hips, hitting that spot inside her that made her scream, her head thrashing against the pillows. Sweat slicked our skin, her thighs trembling as I drove into her, relentless, my balls slapping against her ass with every thrust. I leaned down, sucking a nipple into my mouth, biting down just hard enough to make her arch, her cries sharpening as I flicked my tongue over the sensitive bud, then moved to the other, leaving wet, red marks on her pale skin.
“Brandon… oh God…” she panted, her hands clawing at my back, urging me faster. I flipped her over without warning, yanking her hips up so her ass was in the air, her face pressed into the sheets. I spread her cheeks, admiring the sight–her pussy dripping, my cock glistening with her wetness–before plunging back in, deeper this time, the new angle letting me bottom out. She sobbed into the mattress, her ass jiggling with each brutal thrust, and I fisted her hair, pulling her head back to hear her moans clearer, the sound driving me wild.
I reached around, finding her clit, rubbing it in tight, fast circles as I fucked her senseless, her body shaking under me. She came hard, her cunt spasming around my cock, a gush of wetness soaking my thighs, her walls milking me so tight I nearly lost it. But I held on, slowing my thrusts, dragging it out, letting her ride the aftershocks–her body twitching, her breath ragged–before picking up again, chasing my own release.
I pounded into her, my grip bruising her hips, the tension coiling low in my gut. Her pussy fluttered again, a second orgasm building, and I growled, “Come with me,” my voice rough and commanding. She obeyed, her cries peaking as her cunt clenched one last time, pulling me over the edge. I roared, slamming into her as I came, my cock pulsing, spurting thick ropes of cum deep inside her, filling her until it leaked out, dripping down her thighs in messy white streaks.
We collapsed, her sweat–slicked body sprawled across mine, my softening cock still inside her, our mixed fluids staining the sheets. Her chest heaved against me, her tits pressed into my skin, and I traced lazy circles over her back, her hair fanning across my chest, dry now from our heat. The room smelled of sex–musky and primal and I was lost in the filthy bliss of it when her phone buzzed, slicing through the haze.
“Unknown number. Tired?” I kissed the corner of her mouth gently. Rest a bit. I’ll carry you to the shower in a moment.”
Summer’s eyes closed drowsily as she nodded like a sleepy chick. “Mmm.”
I swiped to answer the call and immediately heard Alexander’s voice coming through the speaker.
“Summer, you finally picked up? Is this really necessary? We just had an argument. It’s bad enough you wouldn’t let me in, but calling the police? Summer, you-*
My eyes narrowed as I glanced at Summer, who had already fallen asleep within seconds. I carefully laid her down on the bed and was about to step away when her hand suddenly caught mine. “Where are you going?” she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.
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I chuckled softly, reaching out to smooth her furrowed brow. “Go to Jeep. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Who are you? Why are you with Summer?” Alexander’s angry voice came through the phone as he heard our exchange. He must have caught Summer’s sleepy mutmut because his tone immediately darkened, “Who the hell is this?”
1 narrowed my eyes and ended the call without a word.
Alexander called back almost immediately. I silenced the phone, watching the screen light up with his pathetic attempts to reconnect. Let him try. I had more important matters to attend to.
When the bathroom door opened, Summer stirred again. The phone ang once more, and this time she reached for it before I could
intervene.
“Hello?” she answered groggily. “Who is this?”
I watched her expression change as she recognized the voice, her drowsiness rapidly clearing. Her eyes darted toward me standing in the doorway, then back to the unfamiliar number on her screen.
“Alexander, are you insane?” she snapped, suddenly fully awake. “What’s the point of calling from different numbers in the middle of the night? What’s wrong with you?”
I leaned against the doorframe, observing her growing irritation. Her lips pressed together in a thin line as she listened.
“Enough. You’re being ridiculous,” she cut him off. “I never called the police. And by the way, that was my husband who answered. It’s none of your business. Goodnight.” She hung up and tossed the phone aside, burying her face in the pillow.
The phone rang yet again. Summer grabbed it with visible frustration, answering with sharp irritation. “For God’s sake-
Her expression suddenly shifted to confusion. She sat up straighter, checking the number again before glancing in my direction.
“Oh, officer, hello,” she said, her tone completely transformed. “I’m sorry for the confusion. He’s my sister’s fiancé. If you need anything, you should really contact her instead.”
I crossed the room to join her, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Who’s calling this time?” I asked, placing one hand on the bed beside
her.
“It’s the New York Police Station. That asshole actually borrowed a police officer’s phone to call me, can you believe that?” Sunimer replied, reaching up to touch my damp hair. “Dry your hair properly. We need to get some sleep.”
She turned her attention back to the phone. “My husband and I
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I retrieved a fresh towel from the bathroom. “Come here,” I said, gesturing to the spot in front of me.
“Um…” She hesitated, fidgeting with the edge of her towel.
‘Come,” I repeated, patting the bed more firmly.
She perched where I’d indicated, her body stiff, the air between us buzzing with unspoken heat. I moved behind her, pressing the towel to her hair, but my hands quickly strayed, sliding down her neck, fingers brushing the tops of her breasts where the towel barely held. Her skin was hot and slick, and she shivered as I tugged the fabric loose, letting it fall to her hips, baring her completely–her tits round and heavy, nipples tight and dusky, begging for my mouth. Yet her phone lit up yet again with Alexander’s call.
“For fuck’s sake,” she muttered, declining the call and immediately blocking the number. She tossed the phone aside with evident frustration. “There. Problem solved.”
.
She turned to face me, searching my expression. “Aren’t you going to say something?”
I allowed myself a slight smile. “What should I say?”
“I don’t know… I thought you might be annoyed or something.” She bit her lip in that way that always drew my attention
Why would I be?” I asked simply. Alexander Stark was a non–entity in my world, a minor annoyance at most. His desperate attempts to contact Summer only confirmed what I already knew he’d realized too late what he’d lost.
–
“I have no idea why he’s suddenly calling me,” she sighed, some of the tension leaving her shoulders.
“If you don’t know, then don’t worry about it,” I told her, pleased by her obvious disinterest in her ex–fiancé. “You’ve blocked him now. He won’t bother you anymore.”
She studied me with curious eyes. “You’re so… chill about everything That’s not a bad thing! I just wonder sometimes what it would take to actually get you worked up. Like, does anything ever make you truly angry?”
Instead of answering that loaded question, I pressed her down and began gently massaging her body. Her immediate relaxation into my touch was gratifying, a wordless trust that meant more than she likely realized.
“Mmm, that feels amazing, you could make a fortune running a massage place, you know.” she murmured, her head tipping back, eyes fluttering shut as she leaned into my touch. My cock throbbed, straining against my pants as I pictured her writhing beneath me. I dropped the towel, my hands roaming freely now, cupping her breasts, squeezing the soft flesh until she gasped, her nipples hardening further between my fingers as I rolled them, tugging lightly.
“You think I should open a massage parlor?” I rasped, my voice thick with desire as I pinched her nipples harder, watching her squirm.
She twisted to face me, a sly grin lighting her face. “Definitely. But with only one customer allowed – me.”
“Brat,” I chuckled, tapping her nose, but the mischief in her eyes shattered my restraint. She reached up, clawing at my face, whining, “Come down a little!” When I stayed out of reach, she huffed, “Don’t slack off!”
That bossy tone snapped me. I flung the towel aside and seized her face, my thumbs digging into her cheeks as I slammed my mouth onto hers. She gasped, and I plunged my tongue inside, tasting her–sweet and wet and desperate. I palmed her tits, kneading them roughly, then dragged one hand lower, cupping her pussy–already drenched, her folds slick and swollen under my fingers. I groaned into her mouth, rubbing her clit in slow, teasing circles until she whimpered, her hips bucking against my hand.
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Chapter 110
Brandon’s POV
“Brandon…” Summer moaned, her fingers fumbling with my shirt, testing it open to rake her nails down my chest, leaving red trails that burned deliciously. I hissed, my cock aching as I gripped her hips and yanked her onto my lap, her thighs spreading wide to straddle me. She ground against me, her soaked cunt soaking my pants, the heat of her searing through the fabric. I shoved her back onto the bed, tearing off my clothes in a frenzy–shirt, belt, pants gone in seconds, my cock springing free, thick and pulsing, precum already beading at the tip.
Summer spread her legs, her pussy glistening pink and puffy, dripping with arousal, the sight making my mouth water. I crawled over her, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand, my other guiding my cock to her entrance. I teased her first, dragging the head through her slick folds, coating myself in her juices, tapping her clit until she writhed, begging, “Please… now…”
I didn’t make her wait long. I thrust in slow, deliberately, stretching her tight cunt inch by inch, savoring the way she clenched around me, her walls fluttering as I filled her. She moaned, loud and raw, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me deeper. I pulled back, almost out, then slammed back in, hard and deep, making her tits bounce with the force. Her nails dug into my shoulders as I set a brutal pace, fucking her with long, punishing strokes, the wet slap of our bodies echoing in the room.
Her pussy gripped me like a vise, hot and slippery, and I angled my hips, hitting that spot inside her that made her scream, her head thrashing against the pillows. Sweat slicked our skin, her thighs trembling as I drove into her, relentless, my balls slapping against her ass with every thrust. I leaned down, sucking a nipple into my mouth, biting down just hard enough to make her arch, her cries sharpening as I flicked my tongue over the sensitive bud, then moved to the other, leaving wet, red marks on her pale skin.
“Brandon… oh God…” she panted, her hands clawing at my back, urging me faster. I flipped her over without warning, yanking her hips up so her ass was in the air, her face pressed into the sheets. I spread her cheeks, admiring the sight–her pussy dripping, my cock glistening with her wetness–before plunging back in, deeper this time, the new angle letting me bottom out. She sobbed into the mattress, her ass jiggling with each brutal thrust, and I fisted her hair, pulling her head back to hear her moans clearer, the sound driving me wild.
I reached around, finding her clit, rubbing it in tight, fast circles as I fucked her senseless, her body shaking under me. She came hard, her cunt spasming around my cock, a gush of wetness soaking my thighs, her walls milking me so tight I nearly lost it. But I held on, slowing my thrusts, dragging it out, letting her ride the aftershocks–her body twitching, her breath ragged–before picking up again, chasing my own release.
I pounded into her, my grip bruising her hips, the tension coiling low in my gut. Her pussy fluttered again, a second orgasm building, and I growled, “Come with me,” my voice rough and commanding. She obeyed, her cries peaking as her cunt clenched one last time, pulling me over the edge. I roared, slamming into her as I came, my cock pulsing, spurting thick ropes of cum deep inside her, filling her until it leaked out, dripping down her thighs in messy white streaks.
We collapsed, her sweat–slicked body sprawled across mine, my softening cock still inside her, our mixed fluids staining the sheets. Her chest heaved against me, her tits pressed into my skin, and I traced lazy circles over her back, her hair fanning across my chest, dry now from our heat. The room smelled of sex–musky and primal and I was lost in the filthy bliss of it when her phone buzzed, slicing through the haze.
“Unknown number. Tired?” I kissed the corner of her mouth gently. Rest a bit. I’ll carry you to the shower in a moment.”
Summer’s eyes closed drowsily as she nodded like a sleepy chick. “Mmm.”
I swiped to answer the call and immediately heard Alexander’s voice coming through the speaker.
“Summer, you finally picked up? Is this really necessary? We just had an argument. It’s bad enough you wouldn’t let me in, but calling the police? Summer, you-*
My eyes narrowed as I glanced at Summer, who had already fallen asleep within seconds. I carefully laid her down on the bed and was about to step away when her hand suddenly caught mine. “Where are you going?” she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.
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I chuckled softly, reaching out to smooth her furrowed brow. “Go to Jeep. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Who are you? Why are you with Summer?” Alexander’s angry voice came through the phone as he heard our exchange. He must have caught Summer’s sleepy mutmut because his tone immediately darkened, “Who the hell is this?”
1 narrowed my eyes and ended the call without a word.
Alexander called back almost immediately. I silenced the phone, watching the screen light up with his pathetic attempts to reconnect. Let him try. I had more important matters to attend to.
When the bathroom door opened, Summer stirred again. The phone ang once more, and this time she reached for it before I could
intervene.
“Hello?” she answered groggily. “Who is this?”
I watched her expression change as she recognized the voice, her drowsiness rapidly clearing. Her eyes darted toward me standing in the doorway, then back to the unfamiliar number on her screen.
“Alexander, are you insane?” she snapped, suddenly fully awake. “What’s the point of calling from different numbers in the middle of the night? What’s wrong with you?”
I leaned against the doorframe, observing her growing irritation. Her lips pressed together in a thin line as she listened.
“Enough. You’re being ridiculous,” she cut him off. “I never called the police. And by the way, that was my husband who answered. It’s none of your business. Goodnight.” She hung up and tossed the phone aside, burying her face in the pillow.
The phone rang yet again. Summer grabbed it with visible frustration, answering with sharp irritation. “For God’s sake-
Her expression suddenly shifted to confusion. She sat up straighter, checking the number again before glancing in my direction.
“Oh, officer, hello,” she said, her tone completely transformed. “I’m sorry for the confusion. He’s my sister’s fiancé. If you need anything, you should really contact her instead.”
I crossed the room to join her, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Who’s calling this time?” I asked, placing one hand on the bed beside
her.
“It’s the New York Police Station. That asshole actually borrowed a police officer’s phone to call me, can you believe that?” Sunimer replied, reaching up to touch my damp hair. “Dry your hair properly. We need to get some sleep.”
She turned her attention back to the phone. “My husband and I need to rest now, officer. If that’s all?”
I watched her hang up, a smile playing at my lips. My wife had just referred to me as her husband without hesitation – twice.
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need to rest now, officer. If that’s all?”
I watched her hang up, a smile playing at my lips. My wife had just referred to me as her husband without hesitation – twice.
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