Chapter 134
Summer’s POV
My question dissolved into a moan as his other hand slid beneath my nightgown, cupping my breast and squeezing with just enough force to make me gasp. My nipple hardened instantly under his palm and he rolled it between his fingers, tugging lightly until my back arched. His fingers below dipped lower, parting my folds to find me slick and ready, and he chuckled darkly at the discovery.
“Keep talking,” he taunted, his voice low and rough as he slid one finger inside me, then two, stretching me with a slow, deliberate rhythm. “Ask me about Anna.”
“I–I can’t,” I whimpered, my hips rocking against his hand despite myself. His thumb pressed harder on my clit, slick with my arousal, and my thighs trembled as heat coiled tight in my belly, “You’re–God, you’re doing this on purpose!”
“Maybe,” he said, his lips curving into that wicked half–smile. He withdrew his hand suddenly, leaving me aching and empty, and before I could protest, he shoved me back onto the bed. My nightgown bunched around my waist as he tore my panties down my legs, the fabric ripping slightly in his impatience. He gripped my thighs, spreading them wide, and I felt the cool air against my wet, swollen flesh, making me shiver.
“Brandon, wait-” My words were cut off by a cry as he dropped to his knees, his mouth descending on me with no warning. His tongue flicked over my clit, fast and relentless, then flattened to lap at me in long, hungry strokes. My hands flew to his hair, tugging hard, but it only spurred him on. He sucked my clit into his mouth, teasing it with the edge of his teeth, and I bucked against him, overwhelmed by the sharp, electric pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re soaking wet,” he growled, the vibration of his voice against my sensitive skin making me shudder. He pushed two fingers back inside me, curling them to stroke that spot deep within, and my walls clenched around him as he worked me with ruthless precision. His tongue circled my clit in time with his thrusts, and I felt the pressure building, my body teetering on the edge of release.
But he stopped–pulled back just as I was about to come, leaving me gasping and desperate. “No–please,” I whined, my voice ragged, but he was already moving, shedding his clothes with quick, jerky motions. His cock was so fucking big, and my mouth watered at the sight despite my frustration.
He grabbed my hips, flipping me onto my stomach with ease, then yanked me up onto my knees. My nightgown slid further up my back, exposing me completely, and I felt the heat of his body as he pressed himself against me. His cock nudged my entrance, teasing me with shallow dips that made me squirm.
“Still want to talk?” he rasped, his hands sliding up my sides to cup my breasts, kneading them roughly as he rocked his hips, letting just the tip slip inside. I moaned, pushing back against him, but he held me still, controlling the pace.
“Brandon, please–just-” My plea broke into a scream as he thrust into me, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. The stretch was intense, almost too much, and I clawed at the sheets as he filled me completely, his cock pulsing hot and hard inside
- me.
“So fucking tight,” he groaned, pulling out slowly only to slam back in, setting a punishing rhythm that rocked my entire body. My breasts bounced with each thrust, and he reached around, pinching my nipples hard enough to make me cry out. The sharp sting mingled with the pleasure, driving me wild, and I felt every inch of him as he pounded into me, the wet slap of skin In echoing in the room.
He shifted his angle, hitting that spot inside me with every thrust, and my moans turned into broken sobs of ecstasy. His hand slid down my stomach, fingers finding my clit again, rubbing fast and slick as he fucked me harder. “Let it come, June,” he demanded, his voice a dark growl against my ear, and I couldn’t hold back–the orgasm ripped through me, white–hot and blinding, my walls spasming around him as I screamed his name.
He didn’t let up, driving into me through my climax, drawing it out until I was trembling and oversensitive, my body a live wire under his hands. His fingers dug into my hips, bruisingly tight, and his thrusts grew erratic, primal. “Fuck, I’m gonna-” he started, and then he came with a guttural groan, spilling inside me, hot and thick, his cock twitching with each pulse.
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We collapsed in a sweaty, tangled heap, his weight pinning me to the bed as our breathing slowed. His lips brushed my thesider. lazy and sated, and I felt the last flicker of my earlier questions abou Anna fade away, drowned in the res, overwhelming haze of
him.
“Next time you want to talk,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction, “better make it quick.”
I swatted at him weakly, too exhausted to argue, and let myself melt into the sheets, utterly spent and thoroughly claimed.
We lay panting, bodies slick with sweat, until Brandon kissed my neck and scooped me up, carrying me to the bathroom despite my weak protest. He set me in the tub, warm water rushing in, and cleaned me quickly with a washcloth–shoulders, breasts, between my thighs–his touch firm yet gentle. Too tired to move, I let him rinse me, then he wrapped me in a towel and carried me back to bed. He tucked me under the blanket, sliding in beside me. He said something about going to the company tomorrow for my interview, but as soon as my head hit the pillow, sleep swallowed me whole.
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