Brandon Stevens' Pauper Princess | Book I |

Chapter 26

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Hannah's POV

My heart began to beat in a fast pace as I anticipated. Brandon had emerged from bath and was now toweling his damp mop of hair, watching me sat expectantly on the bed, dressed only in the thinnest material of nightdress.

I also changed into a sexy pair of lacy undies that Gina bought me.

Although we must bid our attendees tonight, I had little time to think about them. Rebecca and Gina promised to take care of everything, host the party, and attend to our guests.

"Lie on your back wife," Brandon said huskily, his eyes flamed with lust.

I held my breath as he sauntered toward the king size bed, his gait teasingly slow. I fell back on the softness of the bed and found my breath short, pulses raced.

"Across the bed," He insisted and I obeyed, scooting across the mattress to abide his wishes. My feet dangled.

"Lift your feet and bend your knees so I can see you." Again, his ordering tone resounded in the room. He now loomed over me, his fiery eyes melted me.

I did as he said and viewed him my clothed unmentionable part. I was hot and wet down there already and when he reached down to rub me, I winced as though burned by his warm hands.

He teased me and as he did, I couldn't keep soft moans. I felt lustful beneath his aiding fingers. I shut my eyes tightly and anticipated for more.

As though reading my mind, he granted my wish and pushed the cloth aside to touch my very reddish wet mound.

"Oh," I arched my back and held back a single tear in the corner of my eye.

He touched me gently, running the top of his fingers around my sensitive flesh lightly. I spread my arms and clutched at the mattress as he slid a finger inside. Every movement was slow and I squirmed painfully, not getting enough of it.

I opened my eyes and saw him watching me intently, his finger moved inside. I bit my lower lip and reached his arm.

"Please, I want so much more than this,"

Understanding my meaning, suddenly he was on his knees, and I felt his tongue snaked out to touch the softest spot, I cringed at the sensation, my femininity growing even wetter each time. I grabbed his head and moaned softly. He bit me hotly and the stung sent sweet sensations that spiraled inside my stomach.

I came and I shook badly but his torture did not end there. He pulled my nightdress over my head.

His mouth began to graze from my inner thigh to my bony hip, to my flat shaking stomach and in between my small tits.

He crawled atop me and paid more attention to the mountains and sucked at each of the dark peaks. His strong knees imprisoned my helpless body, the towel that was hugging his hips now gone to reveal his hard length, pushing against my thigh.

He sucked harder and I let out a cry of pain and at the same time pleasure. God, how could a man arouse a woman this way. I began my own exploration with my hands. I touched his strong arms and chest but he snarled.

"Put your hands above your head and don't move."

Like an obedient child, I lay as rigid as I could. His mouth teased my neck, traced the line along my jaw and nibbled my earlobe in the hottest way a man could.

"On your kness." His imperial order came once again. He drew back.

"Face the headboard," He commanded and with a look of pure agony, I dare not defy him. "Flatten your palms against the wall,"