Gilded Cage

Ra

punzel wanted to see him? Well…Brandon spread his arms aside. “I’m all yours, babe.”

“All mine?” She turned frisky. A mischievous grin blossomed.

“All yours.”

Her eyes shone as she lifted his tee. He found her child-like curiosity very amusing. Lillian unwrapped him as if he was the one toy she’d always wanted for Christmas. Brandon pulled his tee over his head. Lillian’s pretty lips formed a big ‘O’ when he was shirtless. She seemed fascinated with the sight of the tattoos on his right arm. His ink-master friend had tattooed a phoenix rising from the ashes the day he’d become a black op. Then, underneath it, was a bleeding heart when Charlene filed for divorce. Corny, indeed, but at that time, he felt as if his world had crumbled to pieces when the only woman he’d loved had gotten fed up with his job and him never being around for her. Lillian’s eyes strayed to his belly where he had a seven-inch scar across his abs, a parting gift from a Lebanese spy he had killed three years ago. Brandon half-expected she would ask where he’d gotten that scar from. She didn’t.

Her big doe eyes slid up, met his and held his gaze. “You’re a beautiful man, Brandon-chan.”

He never considered himself good looking. Nevertheless, the praise delighted him. She lowered her head and kissed him on the lips. Jesus. He couldn’t remember the last time he had kissed someone this sweet. His cock throbbed under his pants, protesting. His balls swelled against the teeth of the zipper to the point it hurt. Brandon grabbed her naked ass and squeezed her.

She moaned and ground her pussy on his cock.

God. That alone made his erection even harder. He didn’t know how long he could last before he surrendered to his primal instinct and ravished her. “Babe…”

Lillian answered him with a soft, kittenish purr. She continued kissing the side of his jaw, down to his neck, and stopped just before his pectorals. “Your nipples.” She plucked the hard nubs. “Are they as sensitive as a woman’s?”

A grin forced its way onto his face. Talk about innocent. “Unfortunately, mine, yes.”

“Ooh.” Lillian became excited and sucked his nipple.

Goddamn. Brandon buried his face in her lush golden hair. His cock jumped in his pants. He clawed her ass and yanked her hips down against his groin. Lillian. He couldn’t stand being kissed there, especially by a siren who made his blood boil. She pecked and kissed and licked and sucked as if he was her new toy.

“Which other parts of you are sensitive?”

Brandon chortled. “That’s for you to find out.”

“Mm. A game.” Lillian licked her lip. She squeezed his rock-hard erection again. “Take these pants off. I want to see you.”

“Babe.” Brandon groped her breast. “If you want to see the prize, you have to work for it.”

“Ah. I didn’t know you were a teaser. Well…” Lillian impatiently yanked open the button, then unzipped his fly. “Ah, briefs?”

“You think I’m a commando type of guy?”

“Kind of.” Her eyes drifted to his bulge. “Oh, God, you’re huge.”

Now, Brandon felt worried. Women were always intimidated by his size.

“Take this off. I want to see all of you.” Lillian growled with impatience. “Come on.”

“Babe, if you want to see the pr—”

“Please?”

Damn. Who had the heart to refuse such a request? Lillian moved from his lap as he took off his shoes, pushed his jeans down and kicked them off his ankles. His briefs followed. His cock sprang free. Lillian was mesmerised by it for long seconds. She clasped his shaft and choked the base of his cock. Dear God. He whimpered.

“Too hard?”

“No. It just…feels so good.”

“Oh.” Lillian squeezed him awkwardly. “I never guessed a penis would be so hot. Are all men like this?”

Brandon groaned. Those soft hands of hers felt like velvet on his hard cock. “I don’t know, babe. You made me like this.”

A girlish giggle erupted. She stroked him. Gentle and hard. His cock pulsed, loving her attention. “Mind if I kiss you?”