As soon as she let out a groan, her whole body relaxed below him. He could feel her breathing become more rapid. He felt he'd lost his mind the instant he saw such intense passion in her eyes for him.
Even the better man was doomed...
She flung her arms around his neck, practically feeling needy, and clung to him with all her might.
As soon as Brandon hit rock bottom with her, he needed to take a deep breath and regroup. She had never felt so fantastic in her life. He'd never felt anything like that in his entire life before. His dick felt like it was wrapped in a warm, tight glove that had been fashioned just for him. When he opened his eyes, he noticed that she was looking up at him. Taking a step closer to her, he kissed her lips once more.
But he was in desperate need of more. He began to slowly draw away from the table and push back into it. Her arms clenched around his neck in a tight knot. She blinked her eyes shut. However, it was still not en
Back at the hospital Brandon and Sienna sat three chairs apart until the nurse said they could go see Jackson. Brandon followed behind Sienna. When he walked in the room, the Commander was sitting up reading a newspaper. He pulled his glasses off and smiled. "Weren't you two just here about an hour ago?" Jackson asked. "Yeah, but want to make sure they are treating you okay," Brandon answered. "Because if they weren't, I'd fuck them up sir. With all due respect." That made Jackson laugh. "But really, I don't want you two worrying. I am completely fine. Actually I'm bored as hell, so hopefully I can go first thing tomorrow morning." Brandon just shook his head and Sienna stared at the IV her dad was hooked up to. Neither one would look at the other. Jackson Branson wasn't a rocket scientist but he wasn't a dumb man either. He had run several missions in countries that had no easy way in or out. He had pulled last minute escape plans out
She finally accepted Marcus's invitation. They were going to the movies and to hang out at his friends house afterward. "Damn you look good," he whispered to her when he picked her up. She was wearing a short black strapless dress with black flip flops. She had her hair pinned up with a hot pink flower on the side by her ear. She smiled at his compliment and got into the car. "So, is this a scary movie or action movie?" she asked as he got in and buckled his seat belt. "Well, you'll just have to wait and see," he winked at her. When they pulled up to the theater it was packed. The billboard said Dead Reaper 3. Uh, this is a horror movie she moaned to herself. She never liked them and now Marcus was going to see what a big baby she really was. As they waited in line, Marcus put his arm around her waist. Sienna felt a little uncomfortable, but she didn't ask him to remove it. Marcus scanned the long lines. "Damn, I hope w
But Marcus was watching her closely. "Who were they?" he asked. "Oh, they work with my dad. Or used to. They are Navy Seals," she said trying to sound uninterested. Marcus shook his head and glanced back at them. "Why is the white one staring at you?" he asked when he turned back around, obviously aggravated. The hair on the back of her neck stood up. So he was staring at her. Shit, she wished she had eyes in the back of her head. But then she thought about his disappearing act. Fuck him. He had her feeling sick for 3 weeks! She would stand strong. Brandon tried hard to ignore her when they walked in. He couldn't. He stared down at the back of her head until that prick turned around and cast an evil glance in his direction. He really wanted to drag him out and whoop his ass in the parking lot. Old fashion ass beating like he would have delivered back at South Boston high school. The thought made him smile. The lights ev
He was all over her in a second. Brandon grabbed her head with both hands and began kissing her again. He kissed down her neck and then gently pulled the top of her dress down exposing her strapless black bra. He kissed even lower. Then when he couldn't resist anymore he pulled her bra down and released those soft heavy caramel globes. They were perfectly round and plump and topped with a chocolate Hershey kiss nipple. It made Brandon's mouth water. He eagerly took a nipple in his mouth and sucked while his other hand massaged her other breast. Sienna couldn't think straight. His hands felt so damn good, that she would be a fool to stop him. He then lowered his hand and reached underneath her dress. He growled against her nipple when he realized she wasn't wearing any panties. His long thick digit began invading her wet pussy. Sienna pushed his cap off and ran her fingers through his hair. He eventually lowered his mouth down her body and push
"Fuck BT! You know what happens if we get caught fighting civilians!" he tried to reason with him. Brandon knew Darren was right but he wanted to fuck him up so bad! Calling Sienna out because she doesn't want to be with him. Fucker. Darren started dragging Brandon backwards toward the exit. Sienna just stood there dumbfounded. She didn't know if she should check on Marcus or follow Brandon and Darren out. "Sienna!" Darren yelled. "Come on, we have to go in case any cops show up!" Sienna sprinted out after them. When the cool night air hit the 3 of them they all relaxed a bit. They walked quickly to Brandon's Jeep and got in without saying a word. Darren was surveying the parking lot looking for cops. Brandon threw the car in reverse, backed out, then screeched forward out of the parking lot. Darren glanced out of the corner of his eye at Brandon. He noticed Brandon kept stealing glances in his rearview mirror towards Sienna. Brandon d
He leaned over her and kissed her quickly on the mouth. Then pushed her towards the stairs before he got too carried away. He watched her walk away, the short dress swishing back and forth over her perfect little bubble derriere. As she ascended the stairs...she quickly flipped the back of the dress up to reveal no panties! Just her beautiful caramel ass. He grabbed his chest with one hand. At that moment he would have given his left nut to follow her up those stairs. But he had to get a grip. He took a deep breath, turned to the left and walked into Jackson's study. Jackson was sitting behind his desk writing some notes. He would tilt his glasses up or down depending on what he was looking at. Brandon stood at the door waiting to be invited in. Jackson looked up and motioned for him to enter. Brandon quickly glided in and sat down. "Just give me one moment, I'm almost done with this document," Jackson said. "No worries sir, take your
Brandon couldn't recall where he was in the first place. He awoke in the rear seat of another person's vehicle. It had a vague resemblance to something he'd seen before, but his head was throbbing and he couldn't think straight. His gut felt twisted in multiple knots, and he began to sense the telltale signals that whatever was within was going to spill out. He slammed the door shut and puked outside the vehicle. When he glanced down, he was just wearing his pants and sneakers. There is no shirt on. He stumbled out of the vehicle, rubbing his eyes and avoiding his own vomit. He looked about, but didn't recognize anything. Only a home and a human sitting on the stairs with a blue light flashing over their face could be seen in the distance. Perhaps a phone light? He took another look around and eventually saw his Jeep. Then he realized it was his home as he turned around. He thought to himself, 'Fucking hell, I must be wasted.' He stumbled up the stairs and ac
Then then, she didn't want to speak to him. Learn about him or get to know him better. Despite the fact that she was aware that she was acting like a jerk, she did not care. She wished she could inflict her misery on her father and everyone else in the vicinity. Despite this, she still hadn't seen Brandon in over three weeks. In the home, she was going berserk. She did all she could to get her thoughts off of Brandon Temple. Without him, she felt a void in her heart. Without his touch, her body ached and trembled. However, she had had enough and had come up with a plan. To go to her father's study, she stomped down the stairwell. She stepped right in through the open door, giving little thought to the fact that she was interrupting him. "What do you want me to do next week, Dad? Buy a dress and have my hair done for the Veteran's Ball! I won't be going if I can't have one of those things "she told him, tapping her foot, while she spoke to her father.