“You’re a fucking awesome girlfriend. I bloody love you,” he said and pushed me backwards onto his bed.
I fell back with my hair fanned across his pillow and I laughed. He crawled up over me and the weight of his body on top of mine pushed me into the soft, lumpy mattress.
He started to kiss my neck and squeeze my ass as his hips ground into me. I couldn’t let myself go though. Not with Grannie Grim sitting downstairs.
“Brandon, your nan.” I gasped as he worked his way round to that sweet spot behind my ears.
“What about her?”
“She’s downstairs. We can’t do anything.”
He lifted his head slightly then reached over to his bedside table to grab his alarm clock.
“It’s seven p.m. She goes to bingo on Sundays at seven. Give her a minute and she’ll be out the door. She never misses bingo.”
We both stayed still, listening out for a tell-tale sign that she was leaving, and sure enough, a few seconds later we heard the front door shut.
“See. Told you.” He smiled to himself as he went back to kissing my neck, spreading goosebumps all over my body.
I could tell he had wicked thoughts and even more wicked intentions. But so did I.
I wriggled my hips underneath him and he chuckled.
“Now she’s interested.”
“I’m always interested.” I nipped his earlobe, and he moved his attention from my neck to my lips, taking the kiss deeper and driving me crazy with the way his tongue slid so deliciously over mine.
His lips were made to fit perfectly with mine. He was such a good kisser, and I ran my fingers through his hair, feeling like I needed to get even closer.
I heard a growl low in his throat, and he stopped the kiss to tell me, “I love the way you scratch your nails on me. Do it everywhere, baby. Mark me everywhere. I’m yours.”
Hearing him say those words flipped a switch inside me, and I grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and ripped it up and over his head.
“Damn, baby. You need me bad, don’t you?” He chuckled, going back to sucking and nibbling my neck then working down to my shoulder.
“I always want you,” I said in a breathy voice that made him moan and bite down on my neck then kiss over the sting. “I want you bad, Brandon.”
“Only way I know how to be.” He lifted himself up to look at me and the twinkle in his eyes made my lust levels go from abso-fucking-lutely smoking, to hell-would-complain-about-these-heat-levels.
“Bring it on.” I grinned back and he gave an evil cackle, settling back onto his knees and pulling my t-shirt up and over my head. His eyes burned when he looked down at me lying in my red lacy bra.
“My favourite colour,” he said, leaning forward and squeezing my tits in his hands. Then he put his mouth over one and sucked me through the lace. He soon got tired of having a barrier though and snaked his arm around my back to snap my bra open and pull it off.
He kissed over my chest and groaned. “I really wanna fuck your tits.” Then he popped a nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, making me hiss and arch my back. “Every inch of you is so fuckable.”
I closed my eyes and grabbed a fistful of his hair, crying out for him to do whatever he wanted to me. I could take it. I could handle anything he had to give.
“It’s a good job you said that.” He smiled. “Because I had absolutely no intention of holding back.”
He lifted himself up off me and yanked the buttons of my skinny jeans open. Then he pulled them down my legs, complaining as he did that they were, “too fucking hard to get off in a hurry. Save these for the days when we can’t fuck.”
I laughed and wiggled my hips to help him, and eventually he got them off and threw them over his shoulder. He licked his lips when he saw my red thong and bent down to kiss in-between my legs. Then he took the lace material in his teeth and pulled them down to my thighs, but he got too impatient and used his hands to pull them the rest of the way down.
I was laid out for him. Totally naked and very turned on.
Luckily, he had his sweats on. He’d made it a lot easier for me than I had for him. So, when I sat up and curled my fingers into the waistband, they slid off with little effort. His cock sprung out long and thick and pointed right at my face.
What was a girl to do in that situation?
I grinned and quirked my eyebrow at him, kneeling on the bed like he was.
“Are you just gonna look at it or are you gonna suck it like I want you to?” he asked in a gravelly voice.
“I’ll do anything you ask me to,” I answered, leaning forward and running my tongue along the underside and then across the head.
He wrapped his hand around his cock and then grabbed the back of my head with the other, showing me exactly how he wanted it. He wanted it deep, hard, and intense. He wanted me to suck him good.
I put my hands around his hips, gripping his ass and pulling him into me. His cock hit the back of my throat, but I wouldn’t gag. I wanted to take all of him, every inch. So I coaxed him deeper and deeper into my throat until he moaned loudly. I sucked and let him swivel his hips as he fucked my mouth.
“You suck my cock so good, baby,” he groaned, and I looked up through my watery eyes as he gazed down at me. “I fucking love it. I love you.” He ran his hand tenderly under my chin and I could feel him thicken and pulse inside me. I loved that I made him feel like that.
He did a few more hard, forceful thrusts, and then he pulled out. I wiped my mouth and was about to question what he was doing when he flipped me over so I was face down on the bed.
“Ass in the air, baby. I wanna fuck you hard from behind and watch my cock sinking into your tight little pussy.”
I tingled from his words alone.
“How high do you want me?” I asked, lifting up on all fours and glancing seductively over my shoulder at him as he palmed his cock and stared at my ass.
“Head down, remember. Ass as high as it’ll go.” I did as he told me, and he put his arm under my hips and pulled me up even higher. “Good girl.”
He leant over to open his bedside table and take out a condom. I heard the rustle of the packaging as he put it on. Then I felt him run his cock in-between my legs, teasing my folds and rubbing against my clit. His breathing became deeper, more of a pant, as he started to slide slowly into me, then he whispered, “Hold on to the bed. This could get bumpy.”
I reached my hand forward, and I’m glad I did, because he slammed into me hard and made me scream out loud with how fucking amazing it felt to be filled by him like this. My body jerked forward, and I cried his name as he pounded into me. The bed shook and the floorboards creaked, but we didn’t care. We both wanted it hard and fast. I pushed back into him, tilting my ass to take him as deep as I could, moving my hips to get better friction. When he reached his hand around and started to circle my clit as he was thrusting into me, I lost it completely. I begged him to fuck me harder, give me everything he had. I didn’t hold back and neither did he. We were like two animals that’d been lost in the wild for a lifetime. We couldn’t get enough.
“I. Fucking. Love. You,” he stated on every hard thrust.
“I love you,” I managed to gasp in between my breathy pants.
He pounded into me and I couldn’t get enough. Each thrust felt more divine than the last.