Chapter Twenty -Seven - It feels amazing

Skyla

I become nervous as he turns the toy on. My body is already weak and sensitive from previous orgasms. I don’t know if I can handle it, but I want to experience using it.

“Are you ready for me, sweetness?” he asks, holding the vibrator to my clit.

I cry out as I feel the vibrations of it. I manage to squeak out a yes. Brandon smirks and runs it down my fold. I gasp at the contact, at the sensation of it.

“Tell me if you don’t like it or are ready for a higher function, okay?” he says firmly.

“I will, promise.” I breathe out.

Brandon teases my folds briefly before moving it down to my entrance. I close my eyes, draw in a breath and prepare myself for what has to come. He inches the toy into my pussy, slowly. I moan as it enters me. It is a strange but good feeling.

“Does it feel good, angel?” he groans.

“Yes!” I whimper.

“Mmm, good,” he says, pushing the toy deeper into me.

I cry out and arch from the bed.

“Damn, kitten, you are taking it well, just like you do my cock.” He rasps and slaps my thigh.

I moan deeply at his words. Brandon reaches down to kiss me. I instantly kiss back.

“Higher,” I mumble into the kiss.

Brandon smirks and pulls away from my lips. He kneels in front of me again and turns the speed up.

“Oh, God, yes,” I call out, gripping the sheets.

It feels incredible.

“One more, angel?”

His voice is low and seductive. I nod eagerly, and he puts it up another level. My entire body shudders under the powerful vibration.

Brandon works the vibrator in and out of my drenched pussy. But suddenly, he stops and completely removes it. I whine in protest at the loss of contact. I was close to finishing.

“Brandon, why do you keep doing this to me?” I complain.

“I want you to control it, ride as I watch, which I get myself off. Are you willing, sweetheart?”

Lust pools in his eyes. I swear I have never met a man like him.

“Yes, but only if you stay in my view so I can watch you too.” I purr and take the toy from his hand.

“I planned on it,” he replies.

Brandon stays on his knees. I open my legs wider, Brandon watching my every move. I don’t hesitate to press the toy back into my pussy. The second I do, Brandon starts to stroke his hardened cock. I moan as he does.

“Fuck yourself with it, Kitten,” he demands.

“Yes, sir.” I whimper.

Brandon growls and wraps his hand around his excitement. I make sure to keep eye contact with him and begin to roll my hips.

“Fuck, yes, just like that, baby,” Brandon pants as his hand works along his length.

I moan his name as I fuck myself with it. I am close to the edge again. My head falls back as the pleasure stirs.

Brandon slaps my thigh, “Skyla, eyes on me.”

I gasp and look at him. The movement with his hand had quickened, and his breathing was louder, heavier.

“Brandon, I am close. Please, finish me with your cock. I want to cum around you. I want you to release in my pussy,” I beg, my legs shaking.

As much as I am enjoying what we are doing, I would rather have the real thing. I want his body close to mine.

“I love when you beg for my dick; it is so sexy,” he rasps, and his hand slows down.

“I need it. I crave it. Brandon, please, I want your big, hard, thick cock,” I whimper and remove the toy from inside.

I know he loves when I beg. I also know if I do it enough, he will give me what I want.

He lets go of himself. He snatches the toy from my hand and tosses it aside. He is towering over me in one swift movement, and his lips are on mine. He pulls one of my legs around his waist.

“Mine! Your pussy is mine! You are mine.” he hisses and slams into me.

I squeal, and it echoes through the room. He doesn’t hesitate and pounds into me. I scrape my nails down his back. Brandon grunts against my lips.

“Oh God, yes! Fuck! Brandon, I’m going to cum so hard,” I scream.

I tighten around him. My orgasm hits at full force; my entire body quakes. I’m light headed as I spill roughly around his cock.

“Christ, yes, so fucking good,” he calls out.

Brandon buries his face in my neck. He pushes deeper, harder. His cock swells inside me, and he growls my name as his warmth fills me up. I cling to him as he does. Everything with him is always damn perfect. He rides through his high and collapses next to me.

I can barely keep my eyes open as I catch my breath. Every inch of my body is weakened.

“Sweetness, are you okay?” he breathes out.

“Yes. Tired.” I manage to squeak out.

Brandon grabs me and pulls me on top of him. He cuddles me into his warm, rugged, sweaty chest.

“Rest, beautiful.” He whispers and strokes my hair.

“I am fine. I just need a minute, and then we can continue,” I protest.

Brandon chuckles, “We have all day and night, sweetheart. We are not in a rush. Take as much time as you need, Skyla.”

He plants a gentle kiss on the top of my head. I can’t help but smile and snuggle in tighter to him.

“Okay,” I whisper.

I start to drift off but fight it because I don’t want to fall asleep. I want to see how much my body can handle until it can’t take any more. No one has ever pushed my limits or pleasured me in the way Brandon can, and I want to enjoy every damn second of it.

We become silent as we calm down. It is a peaceful one, though. Brandon starts to tickle the small of my back.

“Brandon, you will put me to sleep if you continue to do that,” I snicker.

“And? If you fall asleep, that is fine. It means you will be recharged and refreshed to what has to come next,” he replies and swats my ass.

I whimper loudly and glance up at him. He smiles and reaches down to stroke the hair away from my eyes.

“I don’t need to sleep,” I argue.

“If you insist. We can just lay here for a bit,” he smiles.

I nod and cuddle back into him. I like lying here. It is comfortable and makes me feel secure. I will happily lay here for a bit, but the moment my energy returns, Brandon is all mine again.