He was big and hard.
Slowly, he took off her over-sized shirt, and she gasped when the air-conditioned air touched her bare skin. After tossing her clothes on the floor, he paused, soaking in the sight of her lying on the table with nothing but a piece of flimsy lace underwear.
“You’re not wearing a bra,” he commented. His breath was heavy and fast.
She looked away, starting to feel embarrassed by the way he looked at her nakedness.
“You’re beautiful.”
He bit the tiny scrap of lace, pulling it down her legs. His tongue then hovered over to the pebbled tips of her breasts, drawing circles over the firm flesh, making her breathless.
Teasing her more, he drew his fingers along her dripping wet folds before bringing them to his mouth – meticulously tasting every drop of her desire.
“Ohhh…” she moaned in arousal.
Brandon silenced her with a kiss, his tongue probing hers, then made his way down her needy body. Allison never thought she would feel so loved with the tenderness he was giving her with his every movement. She didn’t know sex could be that mind-blowing. Her mind screamed for more with his every touch. And her pulse quickened when his mouth traveled back to her most sensitive part, kissing her as intimately as someone possibly could. Allison gasped for air when his tongue pushed deeper into her entrance, her stomach tightening.
She wanted him.
Her hands impatiently moved, tracing his hard-on. Rubbing his cock with her fingers, she felt proud when Brandon let out a loud and long groan. He was more than ready. She caressed his balls, earning herself a grunt as he held his breath before gripping her wrist in protest.
“Not so fast, naughty young lady,”
Allison whimpered like a puppy as she felt a finger slid inside her wet entrance. She moaned irascibly, feeling her core tightening around his finger.
“God, you’re so perfect,” he said, grinning at her. He kissed her ravenously while rubbing the head of his erection against her swollen folds, coating his cock in her juices.
“Brandon…” she whispered as he kissed her rashly, biting her bottom lip and groaning when her tongue slipped into his mouth. She was surprised, creating sounds she never thought she could make.
Filling her with one thrust, Brandon cursed how good it felt to have her around him. He moved in and out of her, rotating his hips as she tried to match his demanding strokes.
“Ohhhh…” Allison whimpered as her fingers combed his wavy dark hair when his thrusts became powerful.
Moaning and the sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the air as they went on. Allison cried as she began to feel her orgasm nearing, her legs locking tighter around his waist.
“Say my name,” he whispered huskily in between heavy breathing.
“Brandon…” she murmured, biting her bottom lip.
Brandon’s thrusts grew faster and harder, hitting her G-spot again and again. She came violently – her back arching up and off the flat surface of the table.
He took her lips in a passionate kiss as he scooped her small figure into his arms. A few moments more and she was lying on the soft mattress of his bed. He claimed her body once more as they drove each other to another climax.
Brandon moaned against her mouth as he shot his load, muscles stiffening and heart racing. His heart rejoiced, knowing that she was also trying to catch her breath as he collapsed on top of her.
∞∞∞
Weeks passed, and Allison could almost forget that they were on the run. Being with Brandon was like vacationing on cloud nine.
Brandon Scott was not only good-looking, but also good-natured. He was sweet and nice and caring. He was always concerned for her. And she knew he was sincere. He might not say it, but Allison could feel that he was serious about taking care of her.
Of all of the things that had happened to her, having Brandon was the only thing she was thankful for. She knew she was safer than ever when she was in his arms.
“Alli,” she heard him whisper. “Are you okay?”
Allison blinked at the cup of espresso she was staring at. She was drifting too much in her own thoughts.
“Yeah,” she smiled, raising her head to see the worried face of the man who undoubtedly caught her heart.
