The Ex Games 2
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“You look gorgeous.” Brandon’s eyes widened as I walked out of the bedroom in my flowy white dress and light pink lipstick. “Your hair.” He touched it lightly. “It’s so wavy.”
“As opposed to frizzy?” I smiled, joyous at the appreciative looks he kept giving me.
“I don’t even know if I’m going to be able to leave the house.” He shook his head as he kept staring at me. “Your br**sts are telling me you feel the same.”
“Huh?” I looked down and saw my ni**les poking through my top. “Oh, maybe I should put a bra on.”
“No.” He shook his head. “I want easy access.”
“But other guys...”
“Other guys can f**k off. You’re all mine. If I even see one looking at you, they won’t know what's hit them.”
“Oh, Brandon.” I rolled my eyes and rubbed his jaw line. “You look sexy when you don’t shave.”
“You like the stubble, huh?”
“Yeah.” I nodded and blushed. ”It tickles.”
“Tickles?” He frowned, and then he grinned at me as he understood. “I guess it’s a good contrast to my tongue.”
“Yeah, the rough and the smooth turns me on.”
“Katie.” He groaned. “You don’t want us to go out, do you?” He pulled me towards him and kissed me hard, pushing his tongue into my mouth and sucking mine as if it were his favorite lollipop. I reached down and rubbed his c**k and it was already hard.
“I think you’re the one that doesn’t want to go out anymore.” I teased him as I pulled back from him. I reached my hand down his pants and held him for a few seconds before slowly running my fingers down to his balls and squeezing.
“Shit, Katie.” He groaned and closed his eyes.
“Shhh.” I whispered, using my hand to unzip his pants and pull his now extremely hard c**k out of his pants. “No ones going to miss us if we’re a few minutes late.” His c**k sprang free and I allowed my fingers to trace a light line along his shaft before squeezing the tip. I could feel Brandon’s body tense up as he waited to see what I was going to do next. I smiled to myself as I dropped my fingers and walked away.
“Where are you going?” He slowly opened his eyes and he looked at me in confused desire.
“I figured we should get going.” I gave him a wicked smile and his face changed to one of surprise.
“You tease.” He growled and chased me as I ran through the apartment. He caught up with me quickly and picked me up into his arms before running to the bedroom. He dropped me onto the mattress and I squealed as he lifted up my dress and buried his face in my wetness.
“I knew you were ready for me.” His voice carried up to me as his tongue licked me. He gently sucked on my clit and I squirmed beneath him, wanting to feel his tongue inside of me. He continued his light licking with the tip of his tongue and allowed his stubble to graze gently against me.
“Oh, Brandon.” I cried out as his tongue slowly entered me. I trembled beneath him and wrapped my legs around his neck so I could feel all of his face against my pu**y. My fingers gripped his shoulder as my body built up to an orgasm. I closed my eyes in sweet anticipation as I felt myself about to explode and then he pulled away from me. “What? What are you doing?” My eyes flew open in disappointment. “Oh, Brandon. You can’t stop!”
“Who’s the tease now?” His eyes laughed down at me and he pulled me up off of the bed. “Now let’s go.”
“I hate you.” I hit him in the shoulder.
“No, you don’t.” He laughed and grabbed my hand. “Let’s go, Katie McHorny.”
“Okay, Brandon McHard.”
We left the apartment with glittering eyes and bodies filled with lust. My body groaned at me in frustration. It wanted a release so bad and it was all I could do to stop myself from dragging him down an alleyway and begging him to f**k me.
“Let’s catch a cab.” Brandon pulled me to the curb and stuck his hand out. We were lucky – a yellow cab pulled over immediately and we scrambled into the backseat. “The Met, please.” Brandon told the driver, who nodded and drove off. Brandon sat back in the seat and looked out the window as I started to squirm. I couldn’t stand that he looked so cool, calm and collected while my body was begging for a release. I closed my eyes to try and stop my body from crying out.
“What’s wrong?” Brandon whispered in my ear with a smirk in his voice. I turned to stare at him and give him a small glare, and I could see his eyes laughing at me.
“Nothing I can’t fix.” I shifted away from him and gave him a small smile.
“What do you mean?” His gaze questioned me and he gasped as he watched me pull my dress up. “You wouldn’t.” His eyes and his voice sounded shocked and I just grinned at him as I closed my eyes and reached my hand in between my legs. My body shuddered as my fingers found my sweet spot and I felt Brandon’s body go still as he watched what I was doing. I leaned my head back and rested it against the headrest and adjusted my position in the seat so I could give myself easier access. I moaned as I gently rubbed myself. I was still wet and my body was happy that it was finally going to get a release.
“What are you doing?” He hissed in my ear and I opened my eyes slowly as I continued playing with myself.
“What does it look like?” I smiled at him and his eyes stared into mine as my body trembled at my own touch. He moved closer to me and his hand met mine and pushed my fingers away, so that it was my hands guiding his fingers up and down on my clit.