CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR
Anne
It was no difficult feat to worship Bran’s cock. It was long and thick, and when erect, hard with ridges that I knew from experience felt incredible inside me. I stroked him with my hand, using my tongue to lap at the sensitive rim around his tip.
“Fuck…”
That was the only coherent word I heard from Bran. The rest were grunts or growls or groans. It was strange how powerful in my femininity I felt at being the source of those sounds.
I made good on my promise…or threat depending on how one looked at it, and I pleasured him until I felt he was at the peak and about to come, then I stopped. The first time, I gripped his dick hard, holding it while he panted and groaned. The next time I pushed him to the edge, I released him all together.
“Fuck…Anne…don’t stop…”
I used my hands to massage his belly and thighs, careful to avoid touching his dick. Underneath me, his hips rocked. His fingers gripped the sheets.
When I thought he might take things in his own hand, I resumed, even as I had a flash of excitement at the idea of watching him masturbate.
Maybe another time.
God, I couldn’t think like that.
Sex couldn’t be a regular thing for us.
This time I used only my mouth, sliding him in and out as my lips pressed against the soft skin over hard granite.
“Yes…Anne…yes…” He groaned.
When he teetered on the edge, I stopped.
“Fuck…no…Anne…Jesus…make me come. I need to fucking come.” His fingers gripped my thighs hard.
I started to lower down to take him in my mouth with the intention of making him come this time. But when I looked at his raw, red, hard dick, my pussy clenched. I wanted it inside me. I wanted to feel all that pent up power and passion explode inside me.
I maneuvered over him.
“Jesus, Anne…I won’t last long enough for you.”
“You don’t have to.” I sank down over him, gasping at the invasion. God, he felt good.
“Oh fuck…” He arched, his teeth clenching.
“Don’t hold back, Bran.” I rose up and then slid down. My pussy quivered with delight.
He gripped my hips, and underneath me he began to buck in a hard fast rhythm. Watching his pleasure consume him, was so erotic and in an instant, I was nearing the edge of my own orgasm.
“Fuck, I’m coming…” His hips shot up and warmth filled my pussy.
The whole scene was too erotic, felt too good. I cried out as my orgasm rocked through me.
I rode him hard and fast, drawing out the pleasure until finally, I collapsed on him, feeling completely boneless.
Even though I had instigated this latest round of sex, just like I had instigated the one in the pool, I couldn't believe it happened again. How had I gotten so wound up in Bran and ended up naked in his bed?
A bed that I should probably get out of to go to my own room. But with his arm wrapped around me, holding me close to his body and my head resting on his chest, hearing the steady beat of his heart, I didn't have the willpower to leave right now.
"Are you thinking of running away again?" he asked as if he knew what was going through my mind.
I tilted my head up. "I can't feel my limbs so I can't do it right now."