Warning. Mature content. Not just making love!
Ellison
Brandon pulled me down on his c**k, sliding deep inside me. There was no preamble and no ending as his hand moved me up and down on his c**k. After a while, he just circled me with his arms and let me do all the work. I moved slowly, setting up a rhythm. In that moment we made love. Just the way he wanted. And as if he understood it, too, his fingers came to my face, trailed down my cheeks. This time when he kissed me, it was just a soft feather light kiss. But I wanted more. More friction. More of him. The beast. “Kiss me.”
He did. Soft and slow.
I didn’t stop as I f****d myself on his c**k, grind down on him. Watched the clench of his jaw and said, “Bite me.” His blue eyes stared at me, giving away nothing. “Please,” I needed his
