MADMAN'S HAVEN

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Brandon's hips thrust against me as his fingers kept doing the glorious job of making me completely pat. His gentle pads circling the thousand nerves had me screaming on the inside, which made it difficult for me to stay settled and quiet.

He looked so extremely hot where he stood right in front of me, with his head almost touching mine. His curls hung over his forehead and his eyes were darker than ever as they strained into mine, his mouth slightly opened as he joined my grunts, getting turned on himself only by pleasuring me.

The sounds fondled his tongue and caressed his lips, it all sounded so unreal. His verbal pleasure entering my ears from this short distance. It almost tore me apart.

The moans leaving through my own spread lips got more intense as the pressure of his fingers curled my stomach and prepared my body to let go, but within the second he noticed the high sensation going on, he carefully released the pressure and slowly started dragging his fingers only to tease around my heat instead.

I whimpered out in frustration, wondering why he left me in this torturing state of ferment.

Then he leaned forward, ghosted his lips against my jaw, moving up to grab my swollen bottom lip between his teeth.

"Not just yet," He gushed against my mouth. He made me want to explode, not only from caustic thirst but as much out of excitement and further expectations of what he was going to do with me this time.

He grabbed my both hips, carefully lifted me to help me down from the window and land on the floor with my feet. Another kiss embraced my burning lips before he turned me around. My back now facing him, my eyes spotting the snowy yard outside the broad window. Reminding me of how bad of a sin this commitment was. It brought me a small ounce of fear knowing someone could spot us, yet I felt even more naughty by the knowledge that there was a small chance for that to happen.

Brandon dug his face into my neck, pecked with wet kisses as he pulled my hair over my left shoulder. My veins froze along with his movements, too curious and thrilled about the next. His sneaking hands then moved upwards to my chest, his fingers reaching for the first button of my dress. Slowly he started unclapsing, button by button all the way down while keeping his lips attached to my neck like a leech.

"I want to see all of you," He quietly remarked while nibbling my earlobe. While undoing my dress, he slightly grazed my skin with his fingers and left a trace of shivers down my spine.

All my physical emotions fell deeper into my lower stomach which made the butterflies completely mad. They needed to get released as much as I did.

He grabbed the cloth that still dressed my both shoulders, pulled it just a little and allowed the grey fabric to fall off my body and pool around my feet on the concrete floor. Once again I was exposed in front of him, now only dressed in my heels, high nylon stockings and thin white underwear, covering the most delicate parts of my body.

"This body of yours, Beverly..." He mumbled as he dragged his rough hands around my stomach and waist, and finally reached for the margin of my panties.

"You make me fucking crazy,"

I felt the heat in my cheeks as his vulgar words entered the already burning atmosphere. Even if I was totally unhinged myself right now, I couldn't seem to get enough used to his toedeating naughtiness. It was so hot when he spoke to me that way, but I was way too shy to ever respond on the same level.

As my underwear fell into the pile beneath me, the air turned even more fervent as we both knew what was next to happen.

I couldn't see Brandon or any of his expressions, but I could feel him enough against me to tell how charged he was for this moment. Yet I could hear it in his frantic breathing, telling me he couldn't wait much longer, which confirmed I was not alone in my throbbing frustration.