I hesitate to move and look at him questioningly. Brayden stares back at me like he expects me to obey his commands. And when I fail to move, he reaches around and slaps my ass firmly, the sound of his skin meeting mine registering only a second before the physical sensation. The sudden crack of him slapping my ass sends a rush of pain through my body – although, I can't say it's not mixed with a solid spike of pleasure as well.
I look at him and can't keep a smile from tugging at the corners of my mouth. I've never been a woman who's into the whole spanking or BDSM thing, and yet, feeling him spank me somehow feels different than what I’d expected. Mixed with the pain is pleasure – and it leaves me a little confused but also excited.
“To the edge of the bed,” he says, his voice commanding. “Now. Sit.”
I jump to do as he says and move over, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking up at him expectantly. Brayden, never taking his eyes off me, moves over to the nightstand, opens the top drawer, and pulls something out. I look but can't quite make it out as he closes his large hand around it. Brayden shuts the nightstand drawer and turns back around to face me.
His crystalline blue eyes pierce mine as he makes his way over to stand before me. Although I'm eye level with his belt, my eyes are drawn to his as he firmly holds my gaze. I realize I'm simply waiting for him to tell me what to do next. Waiting for his next order – my next command.
As if he sees the realization dawning on my face, Brayden shoots me a smile. “Undo my belt,” he says sternly. “And then my pants.”
Without questioning, I do as he asks. I quickly unhook his belt and then unbutton and unzip his pants.
“Take them off,” he says.
I push his pants down, along with his boxers. I shove them down his legs and he steps out of them, kicking them impatiently to the side. When I sit up again, I'm staring straight at his firm, rigid staff. It's so long and thick that I can feel my cunt quivering as I picture having it inside of me.
I look up from his cock. Brayden's eyes never leave mine as he unbuttons his shirt, takes it off, and throws it on the chair next to the bed. And suddenly I'm treated to the sight of his naked body in all its glory. And it is glorious indeed. Brayden's body is all lean muscle – firm and toned. He's got the body of an athlete – but more like a swimmer than a football player. His body is all angles and hard planes, rather than the bulky muscles of a weightlifter.
The man is simply fucking beautiful.
“Open your mouth,” he says.
I obey without hesitation. Brayden steps forward, slipping the head of his cock into my mouth. I tighten my lips and swirl my tongue around the head and grip the base of his shaft with my hand. I look up at him as he gives me a small nod, giving me permission to suck him off.
I work my hand and mouth in unison, stroking and sucking his firm rod hard and fast, like I'm out to prove something. Brayden moans softly and I feel his hands in my hair, gripping the back of my head tightly.
“Fuck yes, Holly,” he gasps. “Fuck yes.”
I don't know why but hearing that I’m giving him pleasure fills me with an insane amount of happiness. It feels amazing to know that I'm able to do that for him.
Brayden's body stiffens as I tighten my grip on his dick and suck on him even harder. His breathing starts to grow more ragged. At this point, I'm pretty sure he's about to come in my mouth and honestly – I can't wait to taste him. Suddenly he steps back, pulling his cock out of my mouth. He looks at me with a crooked smile and shakes his head.
“I can’t come yet,” he says. “Not until I've had you.”
He hands me the object in his hand and I see that it's a condom. I look up at him, tear the wrapper open and smile.
“Put it on me,” he says.
Brayden steps forward again, seemingly back in control of himself, as I grip the base of his dick with one hand and slip the condom over the tip. Slowly and deliberately, I unroll the condom, moving my hand ever so slowly down every inch of his member, still gripping him tightly with the other.
When Brayden looks at me, I can see the flames of desire in his eyes. He looks at me like I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, and it only makes me grow hotter for him. Wetter.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he says.
I turn over and follow his command without hesitation, thrusting my ass in the air toward him. Brayden steps forward and grips my curves with his hands, pressing his fingertips into my flesh.
“Tell me you want this,” he moans.
“I want it, Brayden,” I gasp. “I want you inside of me. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me now, baby. Fuck me hard.”
I'm shocked as I listen to the words coming out of my mouth. I've never talked like that with anyone before and yet, with Brayden, it feels natural. My mind is awash with thought and emotion, but for now, I push it aside. I'll sort through that later. Right now, all I want is that amazing cock in me.
And Brayden delivers. He drives himself into me with one hard thrust, his thick, long cock filling me up and stretching me open. We remain motionless for a moment, both of us getting used to the sensation of having him sheathed inside of me. But then, he starts to move. Slowly at first, he begins pumping his hips, gradually moving faster inside of me, setting off explosions of pleasure as he does.
I cry out as he thrusts hard, plunging his cock deep into me. Brayden grabs a handful of my hair and gives it a firm yank, pulling my head back as he starts to fuck me harder. He drives his thick rod into me harder and faster, penetrating deeper each time.
“You're so fucking tight,” he growls.
“You feel so fucking good, Brayden.”
He gives my ass a firm smack, leaving the flesh stinging. And though I yelp and wince at the sudden pinch of pain I feel, it only seems to enhance the pleasure rushing through me as Brayden moves that thick cock deep inside of me. It's like adding a touch of spice to something that's already good – it makes it all the better.
“Yes, baby,” I moan. “Yes, again.”
He complies and smacks my ass, harder this time, sending a mixed flare of pleasure and pain coursing through my body at lightning speed. Brayden pumps his rod into me even harder, driving himself deeper inside of me until he’s nearly hitting my cervix. He lets out a low moan, softly calling my name as he tugs on my hair.
I feel an orgasm building inside of me once again. The pressure between my thighs grows even greater, as waves of pleasure wash over my body. And when Brayden smacks my ass in time with a deep, hard thrust of his glorious cock, it goes off. My pussy explodes with pleasure as I cry out, my body shuddering, my breathing ragged, and my voice quivering.
“I – I'm coming,” I gasp. “I'm fucking c-coming, baby.”
The muscles inside of me are contracting as I climax, squeezing his prick nice and hard. And that pushes him over the edge. I feel Brayden’s cock throbbing and pulsing inside of me as he lets out a loud cry. His entire body shudders as he blows his load, filling up the condom inside of me. There's a small, animalistic part of me that wishes I could feel his warm, wet seed filling me up, but it's probably better this way. It's safer.
After squeezing the last drop of cum out of his cock, Brayden staggers away from the bed, wiping his eyes, and shaking his head. He looks at me with a lopsided grin on his face, showing off his dimples.
“That was amazing,” he says. “You’re amazing.”
My heart finally under control again, I flash him a smile. “So, I've been told,” I say. “You're not so bad yourself.”
He grins as he slips off the used condom, dropping it into a trash can near the bed. Coming back over to the bed, he flops down on his back and pulls me to him. I lay my head on his chest and listen to the hard thump of his heartbeat. We lay in silence, our bodies intertwined, as I trace my fingertips across the hard flesh of his chest.