Chapter Twenty-Six - Another new

Brandon

I’ve never been as sexually frustrated as I am right now. Skyla and I were on our way back to mine. She had spent the entire time at the restaurant teasing the hell out of me. I am at my breaking point.

“Brandon, babe, are you okay?” Skyla asks innocently from the passenger’s seat.

“What do you think?” I groan.

“Aww, I am sorry, handsome. I promise to make it up to you when we arrive at yours.” She giggles.

Skyla rests her hand on my thigh and squeezes it.

“When did you become such a little cock tease?”

“You love it. And am I really a tease if I do something about it?” she questions.

“Yes! Yes, you are.” I exclaim.

Skyla doesn’t answer me. She chuckles, and I watch her out the corner of my eye as she turns to watch out of the window. I chuckle and shake my head. I am eager to get to mine.

It doesn’t take long for us to arrive, and I park my car, not straight, but I don’t care. It is my driveway. I can park however I want.

“Inside, now,” I demand.

“Yes, Sir.” She replies and climbs out of the car.

I turn the engine off and follow her. I grab her wrist and drag her into the house. I kick the front door close behind me and head straight for my bedroom. I wasn’t waiting any longer.

“Strip and get onto my bed,” I command.

Skyla whimpers but does as I ask. She quickly strips down, keeping her underwear on and climbs onto my bed. She kneels at the bottom of the bed in front of me.

“What do you want me to do next, sir?” she purrs and bites on her lower lip.

“I want you to lie down and touch yourself for me like you promised. I want to watch as you get yourself off.” I reply seductively.

“With my fingers or the toy?”

My cock starts to throb at her question. I grab her face, and she moans.

“Your fingers to start with. And then maybe if you do as I tell you, you can have the toy to finish off.”

A part of me expects her to back down because I know it is another new for her, but she doesn’t. Skyla lay downs on the bed. I grab a chair and place it at the bottom of my bed.

“Panties off, gorgeous,” I demand.

“Yes, sir.” She moans.

She lifts her, grabs her panties, and takes them off. She tosses them on the floor.

“Open your legs for me, kitten.”

I moan the words and lick my lips. She nods and does as I ask, giving me a great view of sweet, pink pussy. My cock hardens in my jeans. I think I should take them off before they become restricted.

“Mmm, such a good girl, Skyla.” I groan.

I undo my jeans and remove them. I drop them on the floor and put my attention back on my girl.

“Tell me, Brandon, what do you want me too?”

Her voice is low and seductive when she asks.

“Start at your clit.” I breathe out.

Skyla rests her hand on her stomach and slowly runs it down her body. My eyes follow her every move. She places her fingers on her clit and gently starts to rub her clit.

She moans my name as she does and rubs a little harder.

“Yes, kitten, just like that,” I growl and slip my hand into my boxers.

I stroke myself as I watch her. Her back arches up from the bed. Fuck! This is so damn hot.

“Baby girl, can you put two fingers in your pussy for me?”

Skyla moans out a yes, and her unoccupied hand slips between her legs. She slowly pushes one inside, followed by a second. She starts to roll her hips into her fingers.

“Yes, Brandon, I wish it was your fingers, baby.” She cries out.

I pick up my speed as I watch her fuck herself with her fingers. I remove my boxers, and they join my jeans on the floor. I wrap my hand around my cock.

“Faster, Skyla. Ride them good for me.” I command and work my hand along my cock.

She does exactly as I tell her, and with every second, her moans become louder.

“Stop,” I say firmly.

“Why I am close already,” she whimpers, lifting her head to look at me and taking her fingers out from inside of her.

The moment she spots my hand around my cock, a loud, deep, throaty groan comes from her lips.

“I want to finish you off with your new toy. Would you like that?”

“Yes.”

I can hear the excitement in her voice in her voice, and it makes me smile. I love the confidence she seems to have found.

“Okay, I will get it for us, but while I am away, don’t you dare about touching yourself, got it?” I hiss.

“I promise not to.” She says sweetly.

I release my cock from my hand and stand to go get it. We left the bag in the living room. I make sure to be quick in case she decides to finish off while I am not there.

I lift the bag and take it back to the bedroom. Skyla hasn’t moved an inch. It doesn’t take long for me to get the toy out, put batteries in and lube it up. I am not saying she can’t handle the size because she handles me fine, but it will make it easier.

I climb onto the bed and crawl up to her with it in my hand. I kneel between her legs and smirk.

“Please start off on a lower function to start with,” she whispers softly.

“I will, angel, promise.”

I reach down and press a soft kiss to her lips. I will need to ease it into her. Though, first, I wanted a quick taste. I kiss my way down her body. She cries out and squirms under me.

“Brandon, I thought you wanted to use the toy?” she breathes out.

I chuckle against the skin of her stomach.

“And I will. I want a taste first. Patience, gorgeous.”

I continue downwards, and my face is soon between her thighs. I growl at the scent of her. She always smells and tastes damn incredible. I flick my tongue over her clit, and Skyla entangles her fingers in my hair and cries out.

Hmm, I wonder how many orgasms she can handle in a row? I think it is time to find out. I will finish her off with my tongue because I am greedy and need to taste her on my tongue, and then we can use the toy.

I grab her thighs roughly and run my tongue over her wet folds. She becomes utterly weak. I dance my tongue up and down before dipping it inside of her. I swirl it around quickly.

“Fuck, yes, Brandon! I am close.” She squeals and pushes her pussy harder into my face.

I groan against her and slap her thigh, my way of telling her to cum without using my words. She calls out my name and drenches my tongue with her sweet juices. I drink her up, not wanting to miss a drop and ride her through her high.

I pull away and get back up on my knees. The way she is an entirely sweaty, panting mess for me sends a feeling of pride through me because I know no other man has managed to make her so weak.

She opens her eyes to meet mine.

“God, you are so fucking good with your tongue.” She says between heavy breaths.

“Oh, sweetness, we aren’t done yet,” I smirk and switch the toy on to the lowest function.

“Y-y-you want to use that right now on me?” she gasps.

“Yes! I want to see how many orgasms you can handle before you can’t take any more. Can we do that, angel? Can we figure out how much your body can take without a break?”

I watch as she thinks about it.

“Yes.” She answers.

Perfect! This will be interesting. I need to keep my control because I want to see how many times, I can get her off without fucking her.