Chapter Fifteen - Claiming what is his

Skyla

Brandon sure claimed what was his multiple times. And now I was a hot, sweaty, panting mess on my bed as he lay beside me, smirking and proud of his work, and so he should be.

“Damn, you sure claimed me.” I finally manage to breathe out.

I use the little energy I have to turn my head to look at him, and he winks, “I always will, angel. As long as you are mine, I will be claiming you and your sweet pussy any chance I get.”

I moan, a shiver running down my spine with his words. He chuckles and leans over to kiss me softly.

I went to move, but my body wouldn’t allow me. I was too damn weak to move, and my legs were still quivering. Brandon is finding the entire thing hilarious.

“Stop laughing at me, jackass,” I snicker, “I hope you are proud; you have broken me,” I add.

A sly look takes over his face, “Very proud, sweetness.”

“Smug fuck,” I pout, pretending to be in a huff with him.

Brandon came over to me, kneeling between my legs, running his hands up my bare thighs, “You loved every damn of it, baby girl.” His hands move up, brushing over my still sensitive pussy and a loud whimper escape from my lips.

“Yes, I did,” I smirk.

He towers over me, dipping down and pressing his lips roughly to mine. I find myself wrapping my legs around him and kissing him back in the same way. My entire body is craving him again, but I don’t think I can handle it, not right now.

He pulls away from me, “Easy, sweetness, we don’t want you passing out. Rest, and then we can go again if you want.”

“Then stop kissing and touching,” I complain, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Sorry. I promise to behave for now,” he says, removing himself from on top of me.

I bat my lashes at him, “Help me up, please?”

He chuckles, offering me his hand, which I took, and he pulls me up to a sitting position, his arm muscles flexing. God, why does he insist on being so damn sexy?

“Come on, angel, we should shower. It will help relax your muscles.”

He helped me to my feet, and my legs nearly buckled from under me, but Brandon wrapped his arms around me before I fell.

“I got you, sweetness.” He smiles.

He keeps his arms around me, walking us to the bathroom. It is probably a good thing he is because I am struggling to keep myself upright.

“I love what I can do to your body,” he raps in my ear, kissing over my bare shoulders, “It is such a turn on for me.”

I only manage a gasp and a nod. We arrive in my bathroom, and he tells me to sit on top of the toilet seat until he sorts the shower out for us. I am exhausted.
“It is ready, sweetness.” He announces.

I slowly got to my feet because between my thighs were throbbing and sore, but it was worth it. Brandon takes my hand, leading me into the shower and follows straight behind me. My muscles start to relax when the warm water falls over my body.

“Better?” he asks softly.

“Yes.” I smile.

Brandon reaches for the washcloth, soaking it and lathering it in shower gel and begins to wash my body for me. I close my eyes, enjoying it because it felt nice and intimate. I try my best not to moan, but a few small ones escape. Brandon doesn’t point them out and continues to wash me.

“All done.” He says, pecking my lips.

“Thank you,” I reply sweetly.

I offer to return the favour, but he doesn’t take me up on the offer, instead, he washes himself.

“You stay in here, let the warm water ease your body. I will change the bed, makes some drinks and snacks and meet you back in your bedroom when you are done.” He suggests.

He steals another kiss and steps out before I have a chance to say anything.

“I won’t be long,” I call after him.

He slips a towel around him, “Take your time, beautiful.”

I hear him leave my bathroom. I only stay for another five minutes before exiting the shower. I smile when I see Brandon has put a towel over the radiator for me. How sweet!

I happily snuggle it around my body, the warmth pleasant on my skin. I stroll back to my bedroom; Brandon is nowhere in sight, but the bed has been changed. He must be in the kitchen. I quickly dry off, change into some shorts and a tee, braiding my hair and go to find him.

I find him in my kitchen, putting some snacks together. I stand by the door, resting on the frame and watch him. He is only in a pair of joggers. I sneak up behind him, snaking my arms around him and kissing his back, feeling his muscles tensing under my lips.

“Mmm, hello, gorgeous.” he groans.

I pull away, moving to his side and hop up on the counter, stealing a carrot stick from one of the bowls.

“Hands off.” He chuckles.

I stick my tongue out at him and pop the carrot stick into my mouth, giggling. He is cutting up carrots, celery and cucumber, which doesn’t surprise me since he is a health freak.

“I hope you plan on adding something sweet to those plates?” I ask with a raised brow.

“Yes, I am, fruit.” He says firmly.

“I mean something exciting, like chocolate.” I pout. I love fruit and veg, but I also enjoy teasing him.

“If you are a good girl and eat all your fruit and veg, then maybe you can have some chocolate.” He mocks.

I roll my eyes at him, hopping down and heading straight for the fridge. I open it, taking a chocolate bar out. Brandon turns to face me, hands over his chest and a firm look on his face.

I don’t hesitate to break a bit off and shove it into my mouth, “Yum.” I groan.

Brandon laughs loudly, shaking his head at me, “Naughty girl.”

I smirk, flicking my tongue over my lips, “You weren’t complaining when it was something else in my mouth, babe.”

I had no idea I had such a side to me. Being naughty and saying dirty things, but I have Brandon to thank for it because he seems to have brought me out of my shell.

A sexy smile grows on his lips, “You will never hear me complain, angel, about having my cock in your mouth.” he winks.

I moan, squeezing my thighs together as the thought excites me. He chuckles and turns his back to me, finishing off prepping our snacks. I huff in protest, but he doesn’t react to me.

“Fine!” I whine, disappearing back to my bedroom, chuckling the entire time.

I like how we can go from sexual to playfully in a matter of minutes. We have a nice mix going on, and I am excited to see what has to come for us.