by Ancelli
Brandon caressed her ass, and then smacked it. His rod went deeper inside her, thrusting up in small movements. Kanielle started slowly moving up and down, while she felt an ache building up in her body. “Brandon…” Her legs started shaking uncontrollably; that had never happened before. Her whole body went still and then boom, waves of pleasure rushed through her from her toes to her head. Her head started spinning, everything around her ceased to exist. The feeling was unexplainable, powerful, like she had an out of body experience. She felt hot, her pussy began pulsating, trying to swallow Brandon’s cock. Kanielle sucked in a lung full of air as spasms rocked through her core like a volcanic eruption. She collapsed on him, no longer able to speak or move.
“Are you okay?” Brandon paused, rubbing his hand on the arch of her back.
“Don’t stop,” Kanielle moaned against his throbbing neck. “Fuck me…”
“Shit, you feel so good,” Brandon bit her shoulder, and continued thrusting up. Kanielle was in ecstasy.
***
He should’ve turned off the truck, it was rocking up and down. Pleasing her was all that mattered to Brandon. He didn’t care who saw or heard them expressing how they felt for each other. The moment Kanielle impaled herself on his cock, he was ready to explode into ecstasy. Her whole body reacted to his touch. Brandon’s cock was in pussy heaven. Kanielle’s muscles tightly gripped his dick. He was trying hard not to cum too early, he wanted to give Kanielle another orgasm.
Brandon was breathing erratically, slamming his rod up as he held unto her waist, pulling her down. Sweat rolled down his forehead. He pounded harder, groaning with every plunge.
Kanielle leaned up, and cupped his face. Her mouth was on his again, as their tongues started an erotic dance. Nothing had ever felt so right; even though where they were having sex was so wrong. He’d never wanted anyone so badly in his entire life. He hungrily kissed her, sucking on her tongue as he dug his fingers into her hips. Kanielle moaned in his mouth. He could feel her about to have another orgasm as his cock swell inside her.
“Oh God…” Kanielle yelled, slapping the roof of his truck.
“Ka… nielle!” Brandon groaned between his teeth. His cock swelled, and exploded deep inside of her, taking her over the edge again. Her walls closed in on his cock, milking his rod. Brandon continued to pump into her for a couple of minutes. They were both breathing heavily, holding each other. Kanielle was still seated on his lap with his cock inside of her.
“That was amazing,” Brandon breathed in her ear. “Was it good for you?” He kissed on her collarbone. He wasn’t a selfish lover, her needs would always come first. Being inside of Kanielle, was pure ecstasy
“More than good,” Kanielle lay on his chest with her legs wide open, and as his cock slipped out of her cavern, cum oozed from inside her onto his lap.
They sat in that position for a few minutes. The windows were fogged up, so Brandon wiped the glass with his hand, checking their surroundings, noticing that there wasn’t anyone around. He smiled, kissing her temple. “My house?” He asked.
“Yes.”
He chuckled, “I don’t think I can drive like this though.”
Kanielle laughed, fixed her panties back in place, and leaned away. “My legs are still shaking,” with his help she moved to the passenger seat. She opened the glove compartment, and grabbed a pack of Kleenex she found there. “Sorry about that mess.” Kanielle cleaned his dick, putting it back in his pants. She placed the tissues back in the glove compartment and saw the box of condoms. “Oh God, that’s what you were reaching for?” She stared at him.
Brandon placed the gear in drive, and drove away from the parking lot. “I’m clean,” he glanced at her for a couple of seconds and back on the road.
“Me too, but I should know better.” She slid up next to him, placed his arm around her shoulder, and cuddled into him. “I’m sorry.”
He squeezed her arm. “It’s okay.”
“Brandon…”
“Huh?” he kissed her nose real quick.
She rested her head on his side. “I’ve never done anything this reckless before.”
“It felt good,” he pinched her ass.
“What’s this between us?” She stared at him. “Is it just a physical attraction?”
“This is more than a physical attraction, sweets.” Brandon swallowed, he wasn’t sure where they were headed, but one thing he was sure of was that he wanted Kanielle. The fire, and connection was there. “I want you, and only you.”
Her lips curled up into a smile. “Me too.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Robert was laid out on her sofa, watching ESPN. It was two in the morning and she still wasn’t home. He heard her keys jingle as she opened the door. He sat up waiting for her to step into the living room. She strolled in with her heels in her hand and looked at him smiling.
“It’s two in the fucking morning,” he raised his voice. Kanielle would’ve never disrespected him like this, he thought. He needed his wife back.
“I told you I was going to Chris’ farewell party,” she threw her shoes in the corner, along with her other shoes. She wasn’t a tidy woman, another thing he missed about his wife. “He invited me, I guess he thinks I like his sister.” She placed her purse on the table. “You should’ve been there to say goodbye to your ex-brother-in-law.”
Robert stared at her as she stumbled in further. “Was Kanielle there?”
“Are you still moping over that stupid bitch?” She spat. She couldn’t stand straight; yep she was drunk.
“Was she there?”
“Yes, she was there,” she sat next to him. “Your ex was all over him,” she laughed.
Robert jumped off the couch. “Who?”
“They were practically fucking on the dance floor,” her eyes were heavy.
“Who, Leslie?” He demanded to know.
“Some hot white guy,” she grinned. “He wouldn’t even dance with me. What’s so fucking special about Kanielle?” Leslie asked and eyed him, waiting for an answer.
Robert clenched his jaw. He knew exactly who Kanielle was all over, the father of her bastard child. Was it really a mix-up or was she fucking him all along?
“What does she have that I don’t?” She sat up straight. “She divorced you and you’re still pining over her!” Leslie yelled. “Robert! I waited almost a year for you, smiling in her face, acting like I liked her. I even threw that bitch a baby shower, and for what? For you to be crying over her, Robert!”
“What?” He had to admit, Kanielle was still the love of his life. Why hadn’t he treated her better? Robert thought Kanielle would always be by his side regardless of what he did. But she kept her promise, and divorced him. He was remorseful every time he remembered the scene in the hospital. Kanielle didn’t deserve the way he handled that situation. He wanted to tell his father the truth, but his mom convinced him to let it go.
“You said you loved me,” Leslie’s voice cracked, staring at him. “But you’re still in love with that prude, aren’t you?” She kicked him. “Did you lie to me?”
Robert didn’t have time for Leslie right now. He picked his phone up off the table and ambled to her bedroom.
“Robert!”
He slammed the door, swiped his phone to life, and dialed. Kanielle’s cell went straight to voicemail. Robert called four more times, and decided to leave a message. “Kanielle, what the fuck were you doing out with that man tonight? You have no respect for yourself? It hasn’t even been that long since our divorce. Call me!” He threw the phone on the bed.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Kanielle looked out at the pond full of swimming fishes in his backyard, anticipation for more of Brandon was killing her. She couldn’t believe what she’d done, she had sex in a truck, in a club parking lot, but it felt so right. And what was she thinking, why didn’t she let him grab the condom? I wasn’t thinking. Her pussy ached to have more of what he offered in the truck. Brandon had given her the best
twenty minutes of her sexual life, so much so her legs were still shaking when they pulled up to his driveway. She wanted more, but she’d learned to be patient.
She studied the master bedroom, it was surrounded by glass with satin off-white curtains. His room was beautifully designed with a large California King sized bed with four posts in the middle of the room, covered in silk pillows. Brandon took care of his home for a bachelor, and she was impressed. Kanielle took a couple of strides, and fingered the posts of his bed. The frame was made of sugar maple wood. A small green bench was placed at the foot of the bed, and two antique lamps sat on top of beautiful matching maple nightstands. She wondered if Maggie decorated the house, if she did she had good taste.
She saw Brandon’s reflection in the glass, making her smile. “Your house is stunning.” He had a white bathrobe in his hand.
“Thanks.” He wrapped his strong arms around her shoulders, and kissed her temple. Yep, she was a goner. “Do you regret what happened between us?”
“No…” Kanielle moaned, as he nibbled on her sensitive skin right below her ear.
“Good,” he sucked on that very spot. “Because I want you more than ever,” he handed her the bathrobe. “The shower is waiting for you.”
Kanielle turned staring at him. “Is this Maggie’s?” She sighed. Was she ready for whatever they had between them?
“No, it’s mine. I made sure she took everything that was hers.” Brandon moved back away from her. “The bathroom is right next to the closet,” he pointed.
Kanielle gazed at Brandon, he’d always been a gentleman to her, even the first day they met. He was shocked at first, but it was him that followed her to the elevator to make sure she was okay. There were times she behaved like a brat, and he just ignored her attitude. It was him who called her almost every day for three months. It was Brandon who showed up when she needed a friend. It was this awesome man standing before her that made her brother look ahead to his future.
She pouted her lips. “You’re not joining me?”
His lips curled to the side. Damn the man was sexy. “Maybe.”
Kanielle seductively slipped her dress off her shoulders, making the material flow down her curvy body. Brandon’s mouth was slightly agape watching her every move as she kicked it to the side. She hooked her index fingers in her panties, took them off, and threw them at him. Kanielle looked back at him, winked, and slowly strolled into the bathroom. Before stepping in she could hear the water running and lights flickering, when she entered, she grinned. The bathroom was covered in red candles and Anytime, Anyplace by Janet Jackson was playing in the background.
Brandon circled his arms around her waist, and she could feel his big, erect cock on her ass. And to think she thought he was below average. “You think I would let you take a shower alone?” he nibbled on her collarbone. “This song suits us…” Kanielle tried to move his arms from around her stomach. She was still insecure about her body, especially her mid-section.
“Kanielle, everything about you is beautiful,” he caressed her belly, tracing her stretch marks. “Every imperfection makes you perfect,” he sucked on her earlobe, making her cream. “In my eyes you’re flawless.” Brandon was saying all the right things. Kanielle inhaled, closing her eyes. He was making her feel things she thought she could never feel for another man. How would he know what she was feeling? “I’ve wanted you for so long…”
“Oh God.” She turned around gazing into his eyes, which were mirroring her own desire. Kanielle got on her tiptoes, meeting him for a kiss. Brandon lowered his head, and their lips met. She placed her hands behind his neck, and devoured his mouth. She swirled her tongue in his mouth. Kanielle could feel Brandon’s erection growing even harder. She moaned as his hands grabbed her ass, lifting her up. Kanielle wrapped her legs around his waist.
Brandon carried her with such ease over to the shower. He gently placed her down, the hot, steamy air released as soon as he opened the glass door. Brandon stepped in first, and the stream of water hit his delicious body. Kanielle inspected every inch of his form. In the truck there was no time for slow, but now they had all the time in the world. His dick was a work of art. It wasn’t any different than a black man’s penis, just a different color, and a larger size than what she was used to. He held his hand for her, and she took it. Brandon gently pushed her against the wall. He opened her thighs with his legs.
“My hair!” Kanielle tried to cover her hair with her hands from the stray drops of water. He ignored her attempts at protecting her hair from the water, and slipped his middle finger in between her folds, making her get on her tiptoes. “Fuck… my hair,” she grinded her pussy against his hand.
She held on to his muscular broad shoulders. Kanielle needed to get out of her comfort zone; she’d already had sex in a truck, now she was having sex in the shower. She lowered herself on her knees, and leaned forward. Her hair was fully wet now, water was running down her face and body.
“Sweets…” he moaned. “You don’t have to do this.”
Kanielle wrapped her fingers around his cock. Brandon grew bigger in between her fingers as she continued stroking him. She licked the underside of his manhood, twirling her tongue. Kanielle gently took the head in her mouth, barely getting it in. Brandon had width and length, damn. Her hands couldn’t close around the base. She ran her tongue up and down, and started sucking on his rod. She savored the first drops of his pre-cum, salty. Kanielle twisted his cock with her hand, and slurped loudly.
Brandon gripped her hair with his fingers, guiding her. “Damn…” he gasped. He braced himself against the glass door. “Fuck… Kanie…” he groaned through gritted teeth.
Kanielle smiled around his cock. She massaged his balls with her free hand. Brandon’s rod hit the inside of her cheeks as she sucked, and then she tried going deeper, and gagged, but that didn’t stop her. Kanielle bobbed her head, adding a butterfly effect to her technique.
His dick twitched. “Suck it… yes… Kanielle… shit…” Brandon’s knees quivered as she held onto his legs. More spurts of pre-cum hit the back of her throat. She could feel his manhood throbbing, and she knew he was about to blow.
In a swift move Brandon pulled her up, kissing her. His tongue made love to her, stroking her mouth, moving his body against hers. He bent his knees, grinding his cock into her pelvis. His shaft rubbed against her pussy. Brandon sucked on her shoulder, and then he pinched her nipples. Brandon ran his fingers around her dark areola, and his other hand caressed its way down her stomach to her pussy. Kanielle was beyond wet.
“You’re ready for me.” He said giving her a feather soft kiss on her collarbone. “Are you?”
“I’ve been,” she muttered, “Ready.”
He captured her mouth again, swirling his tongue around hers and sucking on her lips and tongue. Kanielle was so horny, she wanted him inside of her now.
“Bran…”
***
Brandon paused gazing at her, as his heart raced, thumping against his chest. That was the first time someone called him Bran without him jumping down their throat. Kanielle was breathing deeply, staring back at him. “What’s wrong?” she said between breaths.
“Nothing.” He eased himself down, and squatted in front of her. “I want to taste you.” Brandon took Kanielle by surprise, when he leaned forward and kissed her pussy. He teased her with his fingers first, touching her clit. Kanielle closed her eyes, and threw her head back. He opened her legs wider to get better access. Brandon opened her labia with his tongue and began licking, sucking on her sensitive skin.
“Oh… Bran…” She moaned holding on to his head. “Yes… right…” Kanielle was losing herself as Brandon’s tongue circled her clit, and inched in and out of her core.
Kanielle was grinding on his mouth, but he needed her to be still. Brandon grabbed her leg and wrapped it over his shoulder, and went to town on her pussy. He nibbled on her pearl, it was swollen and peeking through her folds. Brandon slurped, and sang against h
er pussy. His taste buds were singing her pussy’s praises each time she creamed on his tongue. Kanielle clawed his back, groaning his name. She was close, her muscles were closing around his digit as he fingered her, and ate her at the same time.
Kanielle went still, and began shaking uncontrollably. “Oh God!” She shouted as her juices covered his lips, and he drank from her addicting cream.
Brandon stood, gazing into her hooded eyes. He caressed the side of her neck. “Mine.” He picked her up by the waist, and opened the shower door. “Fuck a shower.” Brandon rushed over to his bed, and laid her in the middle of the mattress.
“We’re wet,” Kanielle was still shivering.
“I don’t care,” he removed the strand of hair plastered to her face. “Woman, I’ve wanted you for months. I thought I was going crazy lusting after a pregnant woman.”
Kanielle’s luscious lips curled up into a smile.
“That fool didn’t know how to treat you, that’s his fucking fault,” he entwined her fingers with his. “I know when I’ve found a treasure.” Brandon kissed her cheeks, and then her chin.
She just gazed back at him, her eyes shining. Kanielle combed his hair out of his face. “Make love to me.”
Brandon settled in between her legs, resting on his elbows. He bowed his head and began sucking on her breast, making Kanielle arch her back. She moaned, crying out his name. Brandon gently slipped into her wet cavern, giving her inch-by-inch. She closed her eyes, biting on her bottom lip.
