ride his face while she sucked that beautiful penis, but Leah couldn't move.
Mesmerised, hypnotised, held in place by his hand on her ass and his mouth on her throat. Anchored to him by his hand on hers.
'Whose prick are you stroking, Leah?' His voice had gone lower than low, now. Guttural, broken by shuddering breaths. 'Yours.'
His hand squeezed her ass as his thigh rocked against her. Leah's clit pulsed and she ground on his leg without shame. Fuck control. Fuck who was in charge. This felt too good, too big, too delicious to deny herself. 'No,' he said, surprising her.
She'd have stopped stroking but his hand kept moving.
She tried to pul away but couldn't. Brandon stepped up the pace, his hand moving faster. His hips moved. He was getting close.
'It's yours,' he said without a trace of irony, no hint of facetiousness. 'This is your dick, Leah. It belongs to you.'
He pul ed away to look into her eyes. His hand pushed hers faster. Harder. A tiny line appeared between his eyebrows and his lips pressed into a thin line. She knew that look. He was going to come, and she couldn't stop him.
She didn't real y want to.
'This,' Brandon said through clenched jaws, his hand squeezing hers around his cock, 'is yours.'
She started to shake her head, thinking she would find some words to protest this statement of ownership she didn't want to admit had her hungry cunt begging for more. The look on his face stopped her. His gaze dropped for just a second to his leg and her body against it, then moved back to her eyes.
'Say it,' Brandon told her. 'I want to hear you say it, Leah.
Own it. Own me.'
She tried to deny it. She didn't want to own him, like he was a piece of furniture or a jacket or a car. And he knew that, damn him, just as he knew that forcing her to say it would make real what was also already true.
Brandon pumped his hips, forcing his cock into her fist.
'Say it, Leah. I want to hear you say it. Right. . . now.'
'Oh, yes,' she said final y, and her hand moved on its own. Up and down, palming the head, adding a twist that made his entire body jerk. 'Yes, Brandon. This is mine. You . .
. are mine . . .'
He came with a long groan. Heat spread over her palm as he fil ed it. The smel of his arousal flooded her senses.
Her own breath sobbed out of her as she gave him what he wanted.
What they both wanted.
Pleasure had blocked Brandon's brain and made him stupid but only for a minute or so. He'd heard what Leah said, and what she'd given him. He opened his eyes, his breath stil harsh in his throat, and looked down between them. Her grip had eased off just right, but he was stil holding her tight against him. Leah's eyes had gone heavy lidded, her mouth soft.
Part of him wanted to bask in the afterglow of what had been a pretty hot orgasm, despite the circumstances. The other part, the sneakier one, wanted to take advantage of the situation. He kissed her before she could pul away and get that look on her face again, the one she'd tried hard to give him when she walked into the bedroom. Part of him, the one ruled by his cock, loved that look, because it meant she was about to get al disciplinary on his ass. He was trying hard not to think with his prick at the moment, though.
She opened to him, which told him a lot and eased his mind. He'd been a little afraid he'd pushed her too far. She sighed into his mouth as he used both hands to hold her under the ass. She wrapped her legs around his waist as her arms slid behind his neck. Her tongue stroked his.
Maybe, he thought a little incoherently as she clung to him, this wasn't going to be so hard after al .
He took her the two steps to the bed and laid her down.
Leah always made love the way she did everything else, as though she knew exactly what she were doing every step of the way. Now, though, she looked a little lost. A little fragile in a way that didn't make her seem weak. She could never be weak.
They lived together. He did the laundry, she paid the
Mesmerised, hypnotised, held in place by his hand on her ass and his mouth on her throat. Anchored to him by his hand on hers.
'Whose prick are you stroking, Leah?' His voice had gone lower than low, now. Guttural, broken by shuddering breaths. 'Yours.'
His hand squeezed her ass as his thigh rocked against her. Leah's clit pulsed and she ground on his leg without shame. Fuck control. Fuck who was in charge. This felt too good, too big, too delicious to deny herself. 'No,' he said, surprising her.
She'd have stopped stroking but his hand kept moving.
She tried to pul away but couldn't. Brandon stepped up the pace, his hand moving faster. His hips moved. He was getting close.
'It's yours,' he said without a trace of irony, no hint of facetiousness. 'This is your dick, Leah. It belongs to you.'
He pul ed away to look into her eyes. His hand pushed hers faster. Harder. A tiny line appeared between his eyebrows and his lips pressed into a thin line. She knew that look. He was going to come, and she couldn't stop him.
She didn't real y want to.
'This,' Brandon said through clenched jaws, his hand squeezing hers around his cock, 'is yours.'
She started to shake her head, thinking she would find some words to protest this statement of ownership she didn't want to admit had her hungry cunt begging for more. The look on his face stopped her. His gaze dropped for just a second to his leg and her body against it, then moved back to her eyes.
'Say it,' Brandon told her. 'I want to hear you say it, Leah.
Own it. Own me.'
She tried to deny it. She didn't want to own him, like he was a piece of furniture or a jacket or a car. And he knew that, damn him, just as he knew that forcing her to say it would make real what was also already true.
Brandon pumped his hips, forcing his cock into her fist.
'Say it, Leah. I want to hear you say it. Right. . . now.'
'Oh, yes,' she said final y, and her hand moved on its own. Up and down, palming the head, adding a twist that made his entire body jerk. 'Yes, Brandon. This is mine. You . .
. are mine . . .'
He came with a long groan. Heat spread over her palm as he fil ed it. The smel of his arousal flooded her senses.
Her own breath sobbed out of her as she gave him what he wanted.
What they both wanted.
Pleasure had blocked Brandon's brain and made him stupid but only for a minute or so. He'd heard what Leah said, and what she'd given him. He opened his eyes, his breath stil harsh in his throat, and looked down between them. Her grip had eased off just right, but he was stil holding her tight against him. Leah's eyes had gone heavy lidded, her mouth soft.
Part of him wanted to bask in the afterglow of what had been a pretty hot orgasm, despite the circumstances. The other part, the sneakier one, wanted to take advantage of the situation. He kissed her before she could pul away and get that look on her face again, the one she'd tried hard to give him when she walked into the bedroom. Part of him, the one ruled by his cock, loved that look, because it meant she was about to get al disciplinary on his ass. He was trying hard not to think with his prick at the moment, though.
She opened to him, which told him a lot and eased his mind. He'd been a little afraid he'd pushed her too far. She sighed into his mouth as he used both hands to hold her under the ass. She wrapped her legs around his waist as her arms slid behind his neck. Her tongue stroked his.
Maybe, he thought a little incoherently as she clung to him, this wasn't going to be so hard after al .
He took her the two steps to the bed and laid her down.
Leah always made love the way she did everything else, as though she knew exactly what she were doing every step of the way. Now, though, she looked a little lost. A little fragile in a way that didn't make her seem weak. She could never be weak.
They lived together. He did the laundry, she paid the
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