Chapter Nineteen - I am not waiting any longer

Skyla

The night had been a lot of fun. We all left the club a couple of hours ago. Brandon had called for a limo for us all, so we have been driving around the city in that since we left. Drinking, singing, and dancing. We have been partying in the back of it. I believe he decided on a limo because the club scene isn’t really for him, but I am glad he did because it has been great.

Now, though everyone was getting dropped off at home, our night was coming to an end. Kelsey is the last one to be dropped off, but she isn’t alone. Justin is with her.

“Remember protection, kids,” Brandon teases.

“Always. You too.” Justin laughs.

Kelsey and I look at each other, shaking our heads before saying goodbye. They close the door, and the driver gets us back on the road to Brandon’s place. The second we are, I shift myself, climbing onto his lap. I have waited long enough. I am done waiting any longer.

“Mmm, can I help you, angel?” he smirks, placing his hands on my hips.

“Yes. You can let me ride your cock, right here and now.” I whisper seductively, rolling against him.

He chuckles, “What, you can’t wait twenty minutes until we get to mine?”

“No. I have waited for hours. I refuse to wait any longer.” I pout.

“Mmm, well, then, I better give my girl what she wants, uh?” he rasps, slapping my ass.

I nod eagerly, fighting with his button and zipper.

“Lift,” I demand.

Brandon smirks, doing as I ask. He lifts his hips, and I remove his trousers and boxers, pulling them down enough to release him. I groan at the sight. God, I have been craving his cock all night. I reach in, stroking him. Brandon groans, closing his eyes. I drop to my knees in front of him onto the floor of the car. I wanted a taste first.

He opens his eyes, looking down at me. His eyes are dark with lust, “Shit, baby girl, what are you doing?” he moans.

I don’t answer, instead, I wet my lips with my tongue and dip my head down. I flick my tongue over the tip of his cock before slowly taking him into my mouth.

“Fuck,” he pants, his fingers in my hair.

I moan against him and start working my lips along his cock. His hold on my hair tightens.

He gasps, his hips jerking slightly, pushing his cock further into my mouth, but I manage to take it, “Christ, I love your fucking mouth around my cock.”

I hold onto his thighs and pick up my speed. I always enjoy pleasuring him with my mouth. I love doing things with him that I never thought I would, but he brings out a side of me I didn’t know I had.

I stop, remove him and climb back into his lap. I pull my dress up by my hips, glad of not wearing panties, “I need your cock inside of me.” I whimper.

“Then take him, baby girl,” he breathes out.

I lift my hips and position myself above his cock. He grasps them, guiding me down on his cock. I instantly cry out, my entire body quivering in pleasure as he fills me up.

“Yes, this is what I need.” I gasp, holding onto his shoulders and start working my hips.

“So fucking good,” he grunts, slapping my ass.

I crash my lips to his in a desperate kiss, going back and forth, then circling my hips. I call out, loving how well he fills me up. He fits perfectly with me.

Brandon makes sure he holds me tightly, turns us around and lays me down on the seat. He brings my leg swiftly around his waist, thrusting back into me roughly. I squeal, my nails scraping down his back, through his shirt.

He places his hand around my throat. I whimper in response, excitement running through me, “I am going to fuck you so hard; you will be sore for a week. Call it revenge for you teasing me all fucking night.” he hisses.

I wince, “Then do it.” I demand, not backing down.

He tightens his hold on my throat, but not enough to cause any damage. I didn’t even know I liked a man’s hand around my throat as he fucked me until Brandon did it. It makes me wonder what else I enjoy during sex that I haven’t yet discovered.
Brandon starts pounding into me, hard, quick and deep. He presses his lips to mine, letting go of my throat and holding my thigh instead. His fingers dug into it. I scream into the kiss, working my hips to his.

He parts from my lips, attaching them to my neck, kissing and biting on it. He trails them down to my cleavage, doing the same thing and sicking on the skin, leaving his mark on me.

I am going to lose it any second. My pussy tightens around him, and I start to shake. My head falls back, and my orgasm hits at full force. His name comes from my lips, and I spill around him, probably making a mess of his cock and the car seat, too, because there is so damn much. He continues to push into me, aiming for his end.

“Fuck, Skyla, your pussy around me is always so fucking good. I am going to come so hard inside of you,” he grunts, burying his face in my neck.

A second climax hits me, sending shocks of pleasure through me again, and it seems to be enough for him. He growls my name, cursing and spilling into me. I cling to him, my head spinning, and we ride through our highs together.

We still and take time to catch our breaths. Brandon nuzzles my neck, “Damn, angel, that was incredible.” He says between heavy pants.

“Yes. I have needed it all night.” I whisper, stroking his hair.

He lifts his head to glance down at me. He smiles, stroking the hair away from my face and kisses me softly.

“We are only beginning, sweetness. You are mine for the next few hours.” He says confidently.

“Yes, please,” I whimper, the thought of it stirring excitement inside of me again.

He pecks my lips, pulls out and sits up, helping me do the same.

“Um, we will need to clean our mess up,” I giggle.

“Don’t worry about that. I will sort that.” He laughs.

Thank God because I don’t think it would be fair letting someone else clean up after us.

I close my eyes, rest my head back and let my body and breathing calm. I can't wait until we get back to his and see what he has planned for me for the remainder of the night.