The one thing he cannot do for her is that he cannot change Himself and would never let her change Him.
Drugs ,abusive language and mature content
Just a work of fiction
"Is there a boatman in the yacht?" I asked Brand, my eyes still on his marvellous face.
"No!! I m sailing it myself" He shook his head as he replied me in a cracked hoarse voice.
He was shirtless, his low-hung pants were wet and barely staying over the boxer briefs on his narrow hips. His smooth skin looked moisturised and touchable. My previous nervousness turned to excitement, my body coming alive with the thoughts that what will happen soon. I was still caressing him over his crotch, feeling the throbbing member confined in the wet boxers when I felt him trailing his cold fingers all the way up my extremely sensitive tits and to my neck. My breathing quivering, as he tilted my chin up to look in his eyes.
"Are you ready babe?" He asked me in the most seductive voice ever. And his eyes looked like an open invitation. I nodded subconsciously.
"Could I start this time" I didn't realise myself but those words left my mouth. He gave me a super confused look as I slid my fingers into the front of his underwear, feeling the ridges of the deep V of his abs, just above what I was really after.
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With my hesitation, excitement and little inexperienced movements, he sensed me and smiled beautifully.
"Whatever you want baby"
I knew I had never thought of doing this ever in my life, I felt it gross but with Brand I was certain I had no limits. So I couldn't bear to wait anymore and grabbed him in my hand and began to stroke him.
"Show me what have you got gorgeous"
He muttered with a grin and raked his fingers through my messed up hair. He was definitely enjoying my little hands on his enormous girth. His words were like a fuel to my horniness as I sexily took him in my mouth. I sucked as hard as possible, despite the gag that built up at the back of my mouth. I started working up and down his length, licking him from root to tip to get him to his maximum. I swirled my tongue around the head as I looked him in his eyes. He seemed pleased, ecstatic and his wild groans of approval made me wet. He smoked his cigarette out and rested his hand on the ceiling of the deck for some support and held my head gently with the other hand. I corkscrewed my hand down his shaft and my mouth following.
"Fuck babe yes fuck!!!" He groaned and exhaled a longing breath with his eyes closed as he felt him reaching his peak soon. He kept on working on my head, trying to sink himself even deeper. I continued for a while, enjoying the taste of him and the power I had, to drive him crazy. When his breathing became ragged, I stopped. He looked down at me pleadingly, with the puppy eyes.
"No please don't stop" He huffed breathlessly, which made me smirk at him. He looked gorgeous in that tensed face that I couldn't really stop. Instead I took him back in my mouth, loving every bit of him. He didn't stay any longer with my promising talent and let me had his taste of love.
