Chapter Eleven - Mine!

Skyla

Brandon’s head falls between my legs, and the feel of his warm breath on my sensitive skin is enough to cause me to cry out. I am already wet for him. His warm tongue rolls over my clit with slick motion, and the pleasure soars through me. I whimper, gripping the sheets.

He slowly runs his tongue over my folds, teasingly, “Fuck.” I gasp, arching from the bed.

Brandon grabs my thighs, massaging them as his tongue goes between my folds and clit. I am already close to losing it. My head dips back. Brandon removes one hand from my thigh, inserting a finger inside, followed by a second, working them into me as his mouth plays with my swollen clit.

“Brandon, yes, I am close, baby,” I squeal, the pit of my stomach tightening and my legs shaking.

He picks up the speed of his fingers, and it is enough to end me. I squeal his name, my entire body shaking as I release Brandon moving down to drink every last drop, riding me through my high. I was a panting mess by the time I came to my end.

He kisses his way back up my body, and I will still sensitive, a loud whimper escaping from my lips. I open my eyes to watch him, and he towers over me, licking his lips which were gleaming with my juices.

“Mmm, angel, you always taste delicious.” he groans, pressing his lips to mine.

I slip my legs around his body, grinding my wet heat against his solid length. Our lips part as a loud animal-like growl comes from his lips, “Brandon, I need you to fuck me now.” I beg. I can’t handle it anymore. I needed to feel him inside.

“I planned on it, sweetness, multiple times.” He smirks, reaching over into the drawers next to his bed, bringing a strip of condoms out, one with six on it.

I expected him to rip one off and put the rest back in. I was wrong. He makes eye contact with me, a devilish smile on his lips, tearing one from it and laying the rest on the bed.

“Those will be used before we know it, baby girl.” He winks, sounding confident.

Surely, he can’t go that many times in one night. I don’t know if I could handle that many rounds in one night. The most times I have sex on one night is twice.

“Y-y-you can go that many times in one night?” The idea both excited me and made me a little nervous because I didn’t know if I could keep up with him.

“Yes. Don’t look so nervous, beautiful. You tell me when you have met your limit, and we can stop,” he says softly, stroking the hair away from my face.

“Okay, sorry. I have only ever had sex twice in one night,” I blush, chewing on my lower lip anxiously.

Brandon leans down, kissing me gently, “Don’t worry, angel, we can build your stamina up over time, and you will be able to handle it like a pro.” I can feel the heat rise between my thighs again, even at the thought.

He knelt between my thighs, ripped the foil packet open, and slid the condom on. He lays his body on mine, bringing my leg around his waist, brushing his cock over my folds.

“Please, Brandon,” I plead, rolling my hips, encouraging him to take me, “Mmm, begging, angel? Are you that desperate for my cock inside of you?” he teases my entrance with the tip.

I swear his words are nearly enough to make me come, “Yes. I need you inside.”

He took my lips in his, slipping the tip in. I gasped at the new sensation, my body reacting, and he wasn’t even entirely inside of me yet, “Easy, baby,” he mumbles into my lips, pushing in a little more, groaning.

I close my eyes, snaking my other leg around him, gripping onto the sheets, ready for impact because it was going to take me a moment to adjust to his size because my body was used to something so big and thick.

“You ready, beautiful?” he asks, “Yes.” I panted.

He inched into me, my breathing becoming heavier with everyone, “Fuck, baby, your tight.” he grunted and finally pushed entirely into me.

I cried out, arching up from the bed. Oh fuck, it feels damn good. He filled me up so good, and I am already close to coming.

“Oh God, yes,” I cry out, my nails digging into his back.

Brandon’s fingers dig into my thigh, so much so that it will probably leave bruises.

“I need you to give it to me roughly, Brandon.” We can do as he pleases on our other rounds, but at the moment, I need him to be rough with me because the tension in my body is nearly unbearable.

“Mmm, what my angel wants, she gets,” he smirks and thrusts into me roughly, deeply, “Yes! Fuck, just like that.” I squeal, my nails scraping down his back.

He grabs my hands, pinning them above my head and starts pounding into me. I scream, my entire body becoming completely weak to him, “Yes, scream for me, angel. I like it when you scream for me.” he groans.

“Brandon, I am close, oh God, yes!” my walls tighten around.

He stops the second I say it, still inside of me. I open my eyes, glaring at him, “What the fuck?” I pant.

Brandon pulls out of me, a devilish smirk on his lips, “Turn on to your stomach.” His words are stern.

I nod eagerly, using the little energy I have left and do as he asks me. I have no idea where he is going with this, but I will play along if he means I can finally come again.

“Mmm, good girl,” he breathes out. Between my thighs tingle, and my stomach tightens when he calls me that. He takes his place behind me, bringing my ass into the air.

He teases me to start, “Brandon, please, I need your cock back inside,” I whine, pushing my ass back against him. He slaps it, making me yelp and moan, fisting the bedding and finally slips back into me.

“Who knew you had such a dirty mouth, sweetness,” he moans, pushing deeper, pulling back and repeating the motion, “Come, now,” he demands, his hand on my ass again, only harder.

I scream his name, shaking, and my orgasm hits me at full force. I erupt around him, feeling light-headed as I did, “Fuck, yes, that’s it, baby, come for me. This pussy now belongs to me.” he hisses.

I can only manage a whimper, “Do you understand, Skyla? Mine, you are all mine, including your sweet, tight pussy, got it?” he grunts.

“Y-y-yes…” I stammer out, too weak to say or do anything else, “Good and don’t forget it.”

Brandon’s possessiveness over me is turning me on so fucking badly, “Please, I need you to come, Brandon. I can’t take much more.”

“I am close, angel. Stay with me a little longer,” he pants, and his hold of my hips tightens.

Brandon picks up his speed, grunting, cursing and groaning my name. It takes another couple of minutes, “Yes, fuck! Skyla so good. I am going to come.”

His cock swells inside of me and him crying out my name is enough to make me come along with him. We ride through the highs together, and he collapses next to me. I try to move but can’t. I had lost control of my body.

“You okay, baby girl?” he asks, between heavy breaths, pushing the hair away from my eyes, “Yes. That was amazing! I didn’t know sex could be that good and make me so weak.” I pant.

“Yes, it was incredible. Stick with me, sweetness. I can make you feel like that all the time,” he smirks, leaning in and kissing me softly, “Rest up. We have only begun.”

I would need to rest up for a little while before we can go again. My body needs time to calm down, and I believe that it was only a teaser of what has to come.