Page 76 of His Bullied Forced Mate
I pulled myself off the bed and knelt down on the ground. I moved my hand up and down his cock in slow motion. Not even to do anything but just enough so that he noticed. I watched his eyes grow heated, his fingers gripping the edge of the bed.
I leaned closer, running my tongue over the tip of him. Brandon grunted, and I sucked him in deeply. I felt him hit the back of my throat, Brandon’s grunt growing louder.
“Fuck, Jade.”
I popped off his mouth and smiled at him while I batted my eyes. “Problems?”
He smirked. “You just wait your turn.”
I slid him back in my mouth, working my mouth over him. Brandon was holding on, trying to act like he wasn’t bothered, but I could see the signs that he was close. I felt him deep in the back of my throat when I felt him give way.
I swallowed before popping off him in a sloppy way. I looked up at him, and he reached down, wiping my mouth. “Do you accept my apology?”
He grabbed me, yanking me back onto the bed, and slapped my ass. I yelped as he pinned me down. He kissed me softly, his tongue tangling with mine. I moaned softly, eager for what was coming.
“I do, but you're still lucky that I didn’t fuck you in front of everyone. Every time you bent over, your ass formed a perfect shape just waiting for me.”
I stared into his eyes, always loving how the colors seemed to swirl together. “I doubt your pack would have enjoyed seeing that. So, I’m glad you have some restrain.”
He chuckled, grabbing my legs, pulling them apart, and positioning himself. “No, probably not, but I would have been happy.”
I smirked. “Because our happiness is what matters most?”
“In that moment, yeah.” Brandon pressed my hands tightly together, keeping them restrained as he slid into me in one thrust. I felt him fill me, and I moaned loudly, my voice echoing around the room.
“You can be as loud as you want, Jade.” Brandon kissed my cheek. “We have the entire house to ourselves. I intend to listen to every noise you can make.”
Brandon moved in harsh thrusts, and I was gasping for air. I could hardly contain my voice, not seeing a need to. We normally tried to be quiet, tried to find the line between amazing sex and not waking Ilsa. But that wasn’t the case tonight.
Brandon slid his hand down, finding my clit and the perfect motions. I was gasping for air, my toes curled, and my body jerked at the sensation that rolled over my entire body. I felt like I was on cloud nine, and I never wanted to come down.
“Oh god,” I moaned. “I’m close. Right there.”
Brandon kept the same pace, and I came. My body convulsed as that sensation took over every fiber in me. I felt Brandon bite my nipple, making me cry out even louder.
Brandon slid out and pulled me up, flipping me into another position. He grabbed me from behind, sliding into me. He grabbed my hips, tugging me back, forcing his cock deeper. Doggystyle was always my favorite position because of the angle he would hit me at, and tonight was no different.
Brandon’s body pressed close to me, his back flush against my stomach. His fingers rolling circles over my clit, and his lips trailing kisses down my spine.
I was panting, my entire body shaking, knowing I was so close to another orgasm. Brandon moved slow at first; each thrust was calm and calculated, but soon his cock was splitting me in half. His movements were harsh and deep. My hands gripped the sheets while I tried to hold on.
I felt my body give way to everything. I cried out as he slammed into me, hitting exactly where I needed it. I came hard, my legs shaking uncontrollably as I saw stars.
Brandon panted above me, his breath tickling my neck. He sagged against me as he tried to pull himself back together
“Fuck,” he whispered, kissing my back. “I can never have enough of you.”
I smiled, knowing what it meant. We had the entire night to ourselves, and we wouldn’t be done for a while. This was only round one of many. We would go all night between being in here, the kitchen and the bathroom
I remembered each time we fucked. He’d held me against our glass shower door and given me an orgasm with just his tongue and a finger. He’d taken me from behind in the kitchen. We’d even done it outside once when Ilsa was at a friend's house.
“Did you get those cuffs?” I asked, looking over my shoulder. I could see the sparkle grow in his eyes as I asked.
Brandon smirked. “They are in the drawer. You want to break them?”
I moved, turning around and wrapping my arms around his neck. Brandon smirked, his eyes wild and hungry. I ran my hand through his hair, loving him more than I thought was possible.
“How about using them for round two?” I purred, running a finger down his chest.
“Naughty,” he said, pulling me into a deep kiss. “And I love it.”I found myself sinking into him. Brandon had changed my entire life, and I found myself in so many ways. I loved him with every fiber of my being, and I loved the life we made together.
“I love you,” I whispered, placing my hands on his face.
Brandon pulled me closer, his nose pressing against mine. “And I love you more.”
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