Sonder

| 13 | - Her

{ 08/15/16 - 3:52 pm }
| OMNISCIENT |

Brandon held tight onto Brielle as she lay in his arms in a deep slumber. He doesn't want her to slip away from him again, and he promises to do anything in his power to make sure that never happenes. She is his muse. She inspires everything beautiful he creates, and he loves how there is never a dull moment with her.

There is no denying that Brandon is in love with Brielle. She means everything to him and he made sure that at every given moment, from here on out, she knew it.

"How long has your weird ass been staring at me Brandon?" Her small voice called out, and his attention focused on her. He couldn't help but laugh a little at her. Normally the first thing you say to someone when you wake up is, "Goodmoring", but she had to cuss his ass out.

"Man, chill'at. I ain't een' been staring at yo' ass."

"Yeah, whatever. You know you admiring this beautifulness."

"You righ'. Alla'dat crust, and mawnin' breath is the most beautifulest thing ever." Brielle's smirk quickly faltered as she ran to the bathroom to fix herself. He was honestly amused at how quick she ran into the bathroom. He loves her even with her chinky crusted eyes, light snores, and morning breath.

The couple had awoken with intentions of having a chill day. They both called off, and only had intentions of doing three things: eating, sleeping, and fucking.

Brandon slowly crept out of bed when he heard the water hitting the shower floor. He had been craving the feeling of her warm walls gripping around him, and now just seemed like a perfect moment to turn that dream into a reality. He peeled off his clothes, after creeping into the bathroom, and slid the shower door open before stepping in.

"It took you long enough." Brielle had her back towards him, but the sudden swoosh of cold air from him opening the shower door had notified her he was near. Brandon wasted no time bending her over, and entering her from behind. Both their bodies grew tense from how tense the pleasure was. Brielle was wet just by him looking at her, so there was no need for foreplay. He loved how he could make her kitty pool with barely any work from him.

Brandon savored every stroke. He took his time with her body, yet still was rough with her just how she liked it. Her tight treasure coated his shaft as he moved inside of her at a slow and steady pace. His face contorting in pleasure, her loud moans, and the sound of her juices while he pleasured her had him already on the brink of nutting.

Brielle's pussy was just something he could never get used to. She had him running every time she put it on him. She was truly golden in every way to him.

Brandon picked up with his strokes. His thumbs pressed into her back dimples, and her back held a deep arch.

"Damn." He groaned out lowly, his teeth biting into his thick pink lips. He pushed deeper into her, his strokes quickening, and her moans elevating.

"Oh, fuck! Brandon, yes!" Her hands gripped onto anything she could as he assaulted her treasure. His grip on her waist tightened as her walls clenched around his shaft. His strokes grew sloppier and rougher, as he felt his nut creeping up on him.

"I'm gonna cum, daddy." Her words were low and breathless, and her teeth sank deep into her bottom lip. Brandon ignored her and wrapped her hair tight around his fist, pulled her back toward his chest, and fucked her with little mercy.

Brielle screamed out his name, squirming to get out of his grip as his thumb massaged her clit, and her juices squirted onto his shaft. Brandon was in love with the sight, and how he could make her body behave. He loved pleasing her.

Pinning her back to the wall, he lifted her thighs over his arms, and slid into her. Brielle let out low whimpers, and his strokes slowed and his lips kissed and sucked on her neck. Brandon was marking what was his, and made sure she couldn't walk after this.

His long strokes made her quiver. The immense pleasure Brandon was giving her brought tears to her eyes, and her nails dig into his back. Brandon could care less about the pain her nails caused him, because he was coaching himself on not nutting at this moment. Brielle's pussy had him in a trance at this moment, and he couldn't help but pull out for a second, then push his full length back into her.

Brielle approached her second climax, and slightly grew aggravated with the fact he wasn't trying to cum yet, but know what would make him. As he slid his tip in, slowly pushing himself in her treasure, she clenched her walls around his shaft, milking him of everything he was holding in. His toes curled, eyes shut, and jaw clenched.

"Fuck, Brielle!"

{ 08/15/16 - 9:10 pm }

Brielle and Brandon shared a nap after cleaning themselves in their joint shower. Brielle enjoyed being wrapped in Brandon's arms. She felt safe with him near her. When you grow accustomed to someone being your safety blanket, you feel empty without that person. No matter what they went through, he was her safety blanket, and she was his heart. He couldn't live without his heart, and she felt empty without her blanket.

Brielle was willing to give him a chance and keep this blissful peace between them too. But could this be the calm before the storm?

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This was just a slight filler. Yall I have been so busy with school and relationships. But I dont want yall to feel as if I am neglecting yall. This is not proof read, so dont come for me on no shit. I wake up at 5:30 every morning yall 😭so I should be sleep right now but had to put this chapter our for yall.

‼️❕‼️PSA!! I AM RELEASING MY POETRY BOOK, NOW!! THERE WILL BE/IS A CHAPTER RELEASING NOW‼️❕‼️
Enjoy guys. Love you ~ Niyaah