“No direction. I know how to steer, Lee,” he said, lifting his head to gaze at her.
The look in his eyes was so hot, so…hungry, it stole her breath. She bit the edge of her bottom lip and at his nudging, lay back down.
With a satisfied murmur he went back in, licking, stroking, and devouring her pussy. Her body hummed, her pussy flooded cream, and blood rushed to her head as sensation upon sensation hit her.
She mewled when he separated the lips of her vagina, and inserted one thick finger inside while steadily lapping at her cunt. Leila squirmed, rotating her hips around the invasive finger.
“You like this, baby?” he asked, and she felt his smile against her mound when she moaned an affirmative.
When he pulled his finger from out of her well, she cried out, pressing closer to him, wanting to feel his hot, talented fingers deep inside her body.
In the dark she saw him lift his finger to his mouth and lick off her cum from his finger.
“Nice and wet. And so damn sweet,” he murmured.
She tried to choke out a response, but he chose that moment to push her legs further apart and press his tongue deep inside her pussy.
“Oh God, Brandan, what are you doing?” she cried when he hollowed his tongue and speared deep inside her.
Her mewling cries became harsh, guttural, when he plunged two fingers, then a third, and finally the others deep inside her.
Her head tossed back and forth on her pillow as the pressure built, unbearably sweet painful pleasure swept through her while he slowly rotated his hand inside her body, dragging his balled fist in and out of her creaming core.
When he eased a finger of his other hand deep into her ass, the orgasm hit it hit hard.
Her torso jerked upward, she grabbed onto his head, ignoring his silent edict that she not, and ground herself against his head, her thighs death-gripping the sides of his face, her hips pumping to meet his piercing dual thrusts until her body exploded.
She released his head and her body fell to the bed. She grabbed the pillow and slammed it over her mouth in an effort to quiet her cries of release, nearly blacking out, her orgasm was so intense.
When she came back to awareness, he was crouched on top of her, his hard shaft stabbing against her stomach, and a look of intense lust shone in his light blue eyes.
The combination was lethal, deadly, to her already overwrought body. Her pussy throbbed and her gut clenched, and when the fine hairs on his chest rasped against her breasts, her nipples stood out in aching, stiff little points.
He grabbed his cock in his hand and began to feather it back and forth across her mound, toying with her clit and the lips of her vagina.
She closed her eyes, ready to feel all of that incredible dick deep inside her.
“Please tell me you have a condom,” he pleaded, his breath coming out in harsh gasps.
Leila’s eyes flew open as realization dawned.
God, she’d gotten so wrapped up in the pleasure he was giving that protection had been the last thing on her mind.
Although she was on the pill, she never, ever had sex without protection, something her Aunt Sadie had drilled into her from the time of adolescence.
That she’d been ready to do so with Brandan, with him not wearing a rubber, the thought not even crossing her mind, was something she’d analyze later.
Much later.
“Yes. Side drawer. Hurry.”
He bounced off the bed. Her eyes stayed glued to the rock-hard muscles in his tight, naked ass as they flexed when he bent down to retrieve the box of prophylactics. He ripped open the box and grabbed several small foil packages.
At her raised brow, he laughed. “No way in hell is one going to be enough.”
Leila gulped.
Her heart skipped several beats.
13
Brandan shut his eyes as he slowly invaded her slick heat, savoring the feel of her pussy walls clamping hard on his cock.
He’d licked and devoured her pussy, eating her sweet cum like it was nectar from heaven, finding her hot spots with his tongue.
And for the first time, as he slowly rocked into her, he resented the use of a condom.
She was so hot, so goddamn…wet, he could feel her heat sear his shaft, her pussy warm and wet, tightly gloving him.
“Shit!” he grunted as he fed her more of himself. He stopped when she gasped, her pussy clamping down on him like a vice.
“Wait…God…you’re so big. Damn!” she cried out. He stopped, although everything in him screamed for him to spread her legs further and shove into her tight creaming cunt.
“Okay…okay, baby, we’ll go slow…” He ground out the words and felt his entire body shake as he fought back the inclination to fuck her hard. To shove his cock into her as far as it would go until he reached the back of her womb.
She wrapped her arms around him, her short nails scoring his back. He welcomed the slight pain, his body trembling with the effort to hold back, to wait until she was ready for him before he went any further.
“God, baby, I don’t think I can wait much longer,” he said, his body now dripping with sweat, trickling down in hot splashes on her small, ripe breasts.
“Okay, okay, I think I’m ready. Ummm, you feel so good. So hard…so thick.”
“Keep saying shit like that and I’m fucking you now, hard and deep, whether you’re ready or not,” he said, releasing a pain-filled laugh when he felt his cock grow even harder with her moaning reply.
She laughed a breathless laugh, and he heard her swallow.
When the walls of her pussy relaxed around his penis, he ran his hands down the sides of her body until he reached her hips. Grasping them, he then began, in short experimental shallow thrusts, to flex into her.
He pressed a hand between them, withdrew her own moisture and circled her blood-filled rigid clit in tight circles until he felt her cream ease down his hands.
When her hips rose to meet his, his thrusts became stronger as he slid in and out of her slick honeyed depths.
Within moments, they’d each caught the other’s rhythm, and Brandan increased his depth of stroke, taking clues from her. With each movement of her hip and every contraction of her pussy on his shaft, he adapted his strokes to maximize her pleasure.
Leaning down, he captured one of her erect nipples and suckled on it, lapping and tonguing her as he rode her.
The pressure mounted with each jab and stroke until she screamed, “Yes…like that…please, God…yes…Brandannnn…” He cut her cries of pleasure off, slanting his mouth over hers, grasped her hands within his, and held them high above her head.
With each corkscrew thrust, as he jammed her body, his balls tightened painfully with the need to release his seed.
The orgasm almost broke free when he released her hands and cupped her tight muscled ass, and he stroked into her once, twice, and then a final time.
He pressed her into the bed, covering her completely, and ground into her sweet snatch.
Within moments, she broke.
She screamed, bucked against him strongly, almost unseating him, but he held on, stroking into her willing, warm core, determined to give her pleasure, his body taut, on fire, with his need to come.
When he felt her pussy clench, her inner walls tightly clamping down on his shaft, he threw his head back, every muscle in his body strained, and came.
His cum was so intense, it was startling in its intensity. A loud roar filled his ears, stars flashed before his eyes, yet he battled against the blinding release to catch one final look at her before his orgasm engulfed him.
Her expressive face in the dim moonlit room, as she held on to him, was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
Her eyes were tightly shut, her lips, red and swollen, were partially opened, and tears of release ran down her pretty honey-colored cheeks.
As he continued to stroke her, before bliss completely took over, he was stunned to feel matching dew moisten his own eye
s, their cries melding in harmony, ending on a wailing note of passionate accord.
14
Leila lay on the bed, looking drained, spent. Satisfied.
With her eyes closed, she drew in deep breaths of air as her body calmed after her wild release. His hungry gaze raked her body. Her big, beautiful thighs were spread wide, one drooped over the edge of the bed.
Even in the dark Brandan could see her pouty clit peaking out from the dark triangle, that thatch of hair at the apex of her thighs.
So goddamn sexy.
He had to fuck her again. Now.
He rolled the condom over his shaft and mounted her. She opened surprised eyes and groaned along with him when he eased back inside her hot, sweet, willing pussy.
“Baby, I don’t think I can take you again so soon,” she groaned, and he gently kissed her closed lids before trailing kisses down her soft caramel-colored cheek that tasted as good as it looked, over to her lips. Her ripe, red, luscious lips.
“It’ll be okay, I’ll be gentle,” he promised.
He shifted his hands beneath her head and brought her face close to his as he deepened his kiss in time to his deeper strokes, and thrust his tongue inside her warm mouth.
“Ummm,” she sighed when he swiped inside her mouth, running his tongue around the walls of her mouth, the roof, before slowly lapping his against hers.
“Feel good?” he asked, releasing her mouth.
“Yeah,” she smiled, a small, purely feminine smile that made his breath hitch in his throat.
Laying her head back down he maneuvered their bodies so that she lay in front of him before he eased his dick back inside her, carefully separating the swollen lips, and he pushed into her until he was imbedded all the way back in.
Leisurely he made love to her, alternating his depth and strength of his strokes, from shallow to deep and slow, he rocked into her.
He held onto her breasts and she arched into his palms, her sweet round bottom nestled tightly against him as she accepted him.
He took his time with her, easing a hand in front to brush his fingers over her mound, separating her so that he could toy with her swollen clit.
They made love that way, him rocking into her from the back, her head lying against his chest, accepting his loving until the storm, gentler this time, broke, sending them both into ecstasy.
“So, you’ve been setting up meetings with the others?” Leila murmured lightly, her voice hoarse and strained.
It was the early hours of the morning, and her body, sore and aching from their all-night lovemaking, was firmly nestled against Brandan’s.
She felt the thick muscles in his arms, tense with her question, before they relaxed, and he continued to stroke feather like caresses down the length of one arm.
He moved one of her long locs behind her ear, and kissed her lobe, pulling it into his mouth before slowly releasing it.
She moved her head away.
He sighed, turning her around to face him.
“Lee, it wasn’t like that. I promise you. They invited me to their meeting. I didn’t set anything up.”
With the early morning light filtering into the room, past the wide wood blinds of the windows, she was able to see the sincerity in his eyes. But it didn’t erase the burning sense of betrayal she’d felt.
“I wish you would have told me, Brandan. I mean, I know you’re still after the property and all, but I thought…”
He leaned down, captured her lips in a soft kiss. “Thought what, Leila?”
The question seemed to be asking more than what was obvious. What had she thought?
She ducked her head, unsure…
He lifted her to meet his eyes, one finger beneath her chin. “Thought that what is happening between us goes beyond interest in your property?”
She looked him in the eye, answering, “Yes. I thought so.”
He pulled her into his arms. “It is. Much more than that.” He held her, his head resting lightly on hers.
“So, what do we do?”
“I won’t lie and say I don’t want your property, Leila. I do. But what’s happening between us matters more to me.” He sighed. “Neither will I lie and say I have the answer, a compromise that will work. One that will make you happy, one that will make my partners happy. Or even one that will make your neighbors happy. They all want to sell, Leila.”
Leila felt tears burn the back of her throat. “God, I know. Don’t you think I know that? But what am I supposed to do? I can’t let Aunt Sadie’s go. It’s my last link with my aunt, a woman who raised me like her own daughter. I can’t let her down like that. I can’t sell out,” she cried, burrowing her head deep in his chest, worry, anger, and helplessness suddenly crashing down on her in waves.
Brandan tightened his hold on her. He was at as much of a loss on what to do as she. The only thing he could offer was comfort. He ran his hands over her long locs, noticing the fine tremble in them.
He’d never been affected by a woman, never felt such an emotional attachment to anyone, such that to see her cry, distressed, made him feel helpless.
“You know, I wish I’d had someone like your Aunt Sadie in my life growing up.”
Her soft cries began to wane and she raised her head to seek his eyes.
He smiled down at her. Although her face was puffy and flushed, her eyes reddened from her tears, she was still the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
Damn. He had it bad.
He thumbed a caress down her soft cheek, wiping away the last of her tears.
“My father skipped out on us when I was a kid. We never did have much, and my parents and I were basically homeless,” he laughed without humor.
“I’m so sorry,” she said softly.
He saw the sympathy in her eyes and smiled. “Well, we weren’t ever actually out on the streets. Just went where my father could find work, usually in ranching and cattle. My mom usually got hired on in the kitchens.”
He leaned down to kiss her before continuing. “Dad had a hard time keeping it together. Got drunk one time too many and didn’t show up for work, and the next day we had to pack up. Time to move on.”
“That must have been hard.”
“Wasn’t great. But it could have been a lot worse. A lot of the ranchers hired illegals to work. They’d bring their families sometimes, and share the same cramped quarters that we had. It wasn’t an easy life. But none of us knew better—it was the only life we had,” he finished, remembering the days of his childhood. As a boy, he hadn’t been aware of just how poor he and his family had been. It had taken adolescence and bussing to urban area high schools to realize that.
He remembered the shame of showing up to school in mended jeans and too-tight hand-me-down clothing, and the teasing that ensued before he became aware of just how poor he and his family was.
He shook off the shame of a painful past and pulled her on top of his body.
“Where are your parents now? Your mom? What happened when your father left?”
“Mom kept on doing what she knew, working in the kitchens whenever she could get hired on. Things actually got better once dad left,” he said lightly.
He didn’t feel like going down memory lane, memories of his father’s raging and subsequent abuse whenever he got drunk, how he’d take his anger out on his mother until Brandan had finally stepped in.
The result of his interference was that he still bore the scars, both physical and mental.
“That’s all in the past. Why don’t we focus on the future?” he asked, ignoring the painful memories, and the light of sympathy and curiosity that burned bright in her amber-colored eyes.
He leaned around her body, sought and found a condom, and with her warm body on his, he sheathed his burgeoning erection.
“I can think of much better things to concentrate on,” he said, lifting her by the waist and slowly lowering her onto his shaft until his balls tapped against her mound, and her warm, welcoming sheath gripped him.
15
“An offer came through from the Rodriguez brothers,” Mateo told Brandan as he strolled into his office.
“Asking price?”
Brandan glanced away from his monitor, removed his glasses, and massaged the bridge of his nose before setting the glasses on his desk.
“Hell, above asking,” Mateo laughed, tossing the fax on Brandan’s desk before sprawling down in one of the chairs facing him.
Brandan glanced over the copy and raised a brow.
“I’ll say,” he murmured and placed it to the side. “It’s a good investment. They’ll sit on it for a while and turn around and make a huge profit when they resell it,” he said offhandedly, knowing the nature of the real estate commercial business well.
The Rodriguez brothers’ business was similar to theirs—they bought large land plots and then resold them to investors, mostly for commercial deals. And made a hell of a lot of money in the process. The longer they waited, the higher the tag when they sold.
“No doubt.”
They discussed the deal for several minutes, among new deals they had on their plate, before Mateo mentioned a fundraiser he was going to attend.
As he was speaking, a ding alerted Brandan that he had an email message. He smiled when the small envelope appeared on his computer and saw it was from Leila.
He hadn’t seen her since they’d made love a week ago, having had to go out of town on business. He’d just gotten back to the office, and had every intention of leaving early to rectify his absence.
She didn’t know he was back in town—his intent was to surprise her and pick her up and take her out. In all the time they’d known each other, they hadn’t yet gone out on a real date.
He shook his head, thinking how their relationship had gone from zero to one hundred miles per hour in three seconds flat.
“I’m going to invite Leila to accompany me,” Mateo stated, and Brandan turned his eyes away from the computer and back to Mateo.
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