She added what he’d asked, slapping his flank, and she felt him tense against the blows, and the noises behind his gag came faster.
Damn.
Evangeline was getting off on it too, as she would do.
But too much.
He was just that magnificent.
After a while, she couldn’t take it. Her clit pulsing, her pussy drenched, as he kept taking it, glorious before her in his submission, it was her who broke.
And when she did, she slid the toy inside him, fast and deep, his body jerking with the thrust. Then she tore down her panties, dropped to a hip to drag them off and tossed them aside.
With that, she fell to her ass. Guiding her legs quickly through his, she slithered down under him, forcing him to lift his face up from the couch.
She reached out with one hand, driving her fingers into his hair, the fingers of the other hand went to his gag, which she dragged down to his neck.
She then slammed his face in her pussy and only just managed to force out a husky, “Eat.”
He went at her, his mouth buried deep, and she kept one hand in his hair, holding him to her, as she used the other one to lift herself up, making his knees slide back, and then she had him.
She sucked in his cock.
His head shot back.
“Fuck,” he groaned into her cunt.
She bobbed under him, taking him deep. Her hand slid to his toy, grasped it and she started taking his ass again.
“Goddamn fuck,” he grunted, straining all around her. “Fuck, fuck.”
She put pressure on his head, forcing him back to her, and he ate, his mouth working magic, making her body shudder. She lifted a leg and threw it over the back of the couch, using it as leverage to pump her hips up into his mouth.
He went at her harder.
She returned it.
And it was so beautiful, she got lost in what she was doing. She was just body and feeling and instinct. Moving under him. Sucking his dick. Fucking his ass. Rocking into his mouth.
He dragged his teeth along her clit and she cried out against his cock, bucking under him, slamming into his ass.
His teeth sunk into the skin of her inner thigh before he growled, “Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah. Take my cock. Take my ass. Fuck me hard, Mistress. Suck me off. Bury your cock in me.”
She gave it to him and he went back to her pussy, devouring her, the sensations he created taking away body and instinct, she was nothing but feeling, and Evangeline’s hips drove faster into his mouth. Her hand gripping his hair tightly, the orgasm overcame her and she ground his face into her sex and whimpered against his cock, spasming under him, coming in his mouth, and coming, and still coming.
It became too much and she yanked his hair to pull him away as she tried to focus on what her mouth and hand were doing.
“Yeah, Mistress,” he bit out. “Fuck, your mouth is fuckin’ beautiful. Fuckin’ love the way you fuck me, baby.”
She took her hand from his hair, put it to his ass and dragged her nails across the cheek to his hip then slapped his flank.
His face necessarily still shoved up her cunt, he started fucking her mouth with his cock.
“Fuck yeah, Angie, take that, fuck, gotta blow.”
She slapped him again.
“Fuck,” he hissed, reading correctly she didn’t want him to stop, and he sucked in her clit.
She jolted under him, suddenly done. She seated the toy up his ass, latched onto both cheeks with her fingers and dug her nails in.
“Yes,” he growled, drove into her mouth, and his whole body trembled and strained as he shot down her throat. “Yes,” he groaned, forcing his dick deeper, “take my cum, baby.”
She took it, almost drowning in it, swallowing at the same time trying to milk him with her mouth.
She loosened her hold on his ass, soothing the flesh, and he kissed her clit and adjusted so his head was lying on her thigh.
She glided him out of her mouth and he helped, sliding up on his knees.
After, they both lay there, breathing hard, being close in the way their nature gave them the privilege to be.
Evangeline gave it time before she reached out again and stroked his hair, saying softly, “Going to take care of you now, honey.”
His answer was to turn his head and kiss her thigh.
It was a nice answer.
He lifted up his head and she slid out from under him. Then she took care of him, slipping out the toy and setting it on the towel on the coffee table. He pushed up to his knees using she didn’t know what muscles you had to use to do that without the use of your hands. She got on her knees behind him in the couch and untied his hands.
She’d barely dropped the silk ropes to the table before he twisted, hooked her at her waist and pulled her to his front, dropping with her so he was on her, but her back was slightly pressed into the back of the couch.
She moved her hands to his chest.
He stared into her eyes.
“Okay?” she asked quietly.
“Can I tell you something?” he asked in return.
Could he tell her something?
She’d commit a felony and do the time for him to tell her anything.
“Yes,” she replied simply.
“Last bitch I let have me, before you and not including the one at the Pound because she doesn’t count for anything, she did me that way.”
Evangeline stared up at him, not certain how to take that.
“Her idea,” he declared. “Our gig was I’d just get naked and she did her thing. She never got inspired during a scene and that’s what she did. Bound my wrists. Gagged me. Bent me over in a couch. And took my ass.”
“I … well—”
“Didn’t get near my dick.”
Evangeline felt her eyes get wide.
“Still, I blew for her.”
“Oh,” she whispered.
“Because Aryas had offered you up, and while she was doin’ me, I blew for her because I was thinking of you.”
She felt her hands automatically curl on his chest as her lower body pressed into him.
“Branch.”
He kept his body tight to hers as he took his arm from around her and started to slide his fingers through her hair at her hairline from temple to ear and back again as he shared, “I don’t want this to upset you, what I’m gonna say. But she sucked. I took her shit scenes because my choice was limited and she sucked less than the rest.”
Good God.
Seriously?
He kept talking.
“I wanted you to do that to me to see how you’d do it. How I’d feel when you were doin’ it. Where you’d take it.”
Okay.
What?
Was he saying he was testing her? Seeing if she could do him better than someone else?
Hadn’t she already proved that?
“So you’d do me how you alone can do me and it’d erase her,” he finished.
Oh Lord.
She was fighting tears again.
“Honey,” she whispered.
“Didn’t erase it,” he muttered. “Nothing erases dick.”
Nothing erases dick.
Oh Lord.
He was killing her.
She slid her hand down and around his back to hold him to her.
He smiled.
She froze solid.
“Still, I might have that memory of a shit scene, but now I got the memory of fucking your face and coming down your throat with your huge, black cock buried up my ass so it’s all good.”
She heard his words but she was caught in his smile.
She couldn’t move. She couldn’t speak.
Then something hit her so violently, she was surprised she didn’t jolt with it.
“You called me Mistress.”
His smile faded as his expression turned perplexed.
“You are my Mistress,” he noted in a way he clearly thought making that effort was unnecessary.
She pulled hi
m deeper into her. “You’ve never called me that.”
Not during a scene. He’d said it. Once.
But not during a scene.
The smile came back and that didn’t hit her, it charged through her like electricity.
“You never sucked my cock while forcing my face in your sweet, wet pussy and taking my ass,” he replied.
She arched a brow. “So you’re saying I earned it?”
He brought his lips to hers. “Baby, you earned it the minute you tagged my belt and dragged my ass through the filth at the Pound wearing a pretty, lacy blouse, a dark angel striding through the earthly dregs on a pair of sexy-as-fuck pumps. If that didn’t do it, which it did, you would have earned it when you yanked my pants down with my hands on the hood of my own goddamned truck and made me take your spanking.” He brushed his lips side to side on hers before he whispered, “But I’m tellin’ you shit you know, don’t you?”
Even though he’d never given it to her, she did know it.
But now he’d given it to her.
So she had it.
And what was left unsaid was that he might be saying these things (the dark angel part was especially nice), but he knew the difference just as well as she did.
She was just hoping that he meant more in giving it.
As usual, Evangeline took what she got and didn’t make a big deal of it.
Instead, she squirmed against him, murmuring, “Stop turning me on with memories.”
“Baby, my balls are empty, you swallowed it all down, and I’ll add, you kept sucking me off even as you sucked me dry. But you feel like delivering a spanking, swear to fuck, I’ll rally.”
She smiled at him.
His eyes dropped to her mouth.
And then she was alone on the couch.
But only for a second.
After that second she was thrown over his shoulder and he was walking across her family room.
She latched onto the sides of his waist and snapped, “Branch!”
“Time for a bath,” he muttered.
She closed her mouth.
She could do a bath.
Absolutely.
* * *
Evangeline nuzzled Branch’s neck, then lower, sweeping her lips across his collarbone.
“Thanks for dinner, honey,” she whispered at his shoulder and went down.
His hands curled around her ribs slid to her ass and he started stroking her lightly along the outside of her cleft.
“You got breakfast, Angie, my turn,” he whispered back.
She kissed his nipple, his other one, then went between his pecs and tipped her head back, putting her chin to his chest, giving her eyes to him.
He was on his back in her bed, dark head to the pillows, unbound, and she’d just finished riding him to a vanilla climax that didn’t rival the scene on the couch, but it didn’t stink either. Especially watching his face and feeling his hands share how much he enjoyed watching her bounce on his cock.
“Not a big fan of our day being over,” she told him.
“Come here,” he murmured on a squeeze of her ass.
She slid up him so they were face-to-face.
“Don’t make plans all weekend,” he ordered, keeping hold of her ass with one hand but trailing his other up her back so he could tangle it into her hair.
She liked the feel of him touching her.
But all she could think was that she had at least until the weekend to wage her war, soft against hard.
“You got it, Branch.”
“Good,” he muttered, using his hand in her hair to bring her mouth to his.
He kissed her.
She kissed him back.
When he was done, he maneuvered her face into his neck.
She snuggled it deeper there.
But her thighs straddling his hips clenched in when his hand at her ass went up then down, his middle finger digging in to fit itself snug in her crevice.
“Same toy, though smaller, if they got it, jewel a lighter blue, baby, you tell me where you got mine, I’ll get one for you. Have it made if I have to. And you wear it while you work me,” he stated.
She stared at the skin of his neck.
He was going to buy her a toy?
Stake his claim in her while she did her work with him?
She hoped he didn’t feel how hard her heart was beating.
“So you, uh … got the significance of the color of the jewel.”
“You inside me, you work me, I get a toy so I’m inside you too.”
She tried to control the thump of her heart.
He got the significance.
And he liked it.
His finger pressed deeper and his next question shared he’d mistaken her.
“Do you not like to be plugged?”
“I like it,” she forced out.
“Like to get fucked?”
She nodded.
He sifted his fingers through her hair then tangled them back in, saying, “Mental note to take my babe’s ass.”
She pressed against him and smiled.
He wanted more of her. More of her time. More of her body. Him inside her in different ways.
Just more.
Soft was kicking the shit out of hard.
Evangeline felt his stubble scrape her forehead as he dipped his head to her.
“Come in every part of you,” he whispered.
She lifted her head, their mouths met and they kissed again, Branch wrapping both arms around her and rolling her to her back, taking the kiss deeper.
They made out lazily but thoroughly for a long time before Branch broke it and dipped his own face to bury it in her neck and nuzzle her there.
Evangeline gloried in the feeling as she stared at the ceiling, moving her hands on him and hoping to God that beautiful taste on her tongue wasn’t just Branch.
But also a hint of victory.
Then she declared, “I want ice cream.”
He lifted his head and looked down at her. “I didn’t fill you up?”
She cupped his cheek in her hand and smiled at him. “In more ways than one. I still want ice cream. Do you want some?”
“Babe, it’s nearly ten.”
“Is there an international cutoff for ice cream I don’t know about?” she asked.
His lips twitched. “Not that I know.”
“So do you want ice cream?”
He got close, something moving over his face she couldn’t quite describe.
But she knew it was beauty.
“Yeah, Angie, I want ice cream.”
She grinned.
Branch rolled them out of bed.
She cleaned up then put on her nightie and panties.
He tugged on his lounge pants.
And together they walked down her narrow stairs to get some ice cream.
twenty-five
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BRANCH
That next evening, hearing her car pull up in the drive, Branch hit “Pause” on the TV, hauled his ass out of the couch and started moving into the kitchen.
He stopped when she threw open the kitchen door and he got a look at her face.
She tossed her shit aside and skipped, actually skipped on her high heels his way, burning a huge smile right through him, not stopping when she reached him, instead throwing herself in his arms, giving him a tight hug and jumping excitedly in his hold.
“They … look … great!” she cried.
He grinned down at her. “See you like the lights.”
“They look great!” she repeated.
Branch just kept grinning.
“Are they all up?” she asked.
“Yup,” he answered.
She let him go, pulled out of his arms and walked quickly to the back doors, declaring, “Saw the ones in the front and at the kitchen door. Want to see the one out back.”
He’d seen the motion sensor lights she bought had come in while he was gone so he put them up.
They were all t
he same style. In Branch’s estimation, you saw one up, that was all you had to see. But obviously Evangeline didn’t agree.
He stood where he was, crossing his arms on his chest and watching her.
She was outside and he heard her shout, “It looks great!”
And he was still grinning.
But he called, “Babe, you wanna get over it and get on with cooking? You’re on tonight and I missed lunch so I’m hungry.”
Her head turned his way and she looked to him through the window before she hurried back through the door and came right at him, showing she wasn’t a big fan of him missing lunch and she was intent to do something about it.
Branch felt that hit his chest.
Then he shoved that feeling to the back of his head.
She put her hand to his gut and lifted on her toes, but Branch still had to help her, so he bent his neck.
She touched her mouth to his and pulled back, saying, “I’ll get changed and get on it.”
“Appreciated.”
She scorched another smile into his soul and moved away, walking quickly toward the stairs.
Branch watched her go until she disappeared.
Then he walked to the couch and threw himself on it, lying on his back, one leg thrown over the back of the couch. He nabbed the remote, pointed it at the TV and hit “Play” to continue watching the news.
* * *
The next morning, Branch fell on the floor beside the bed, landing on his back with a grunt, this because of the fall and the fact Angie’s weight landed on him.
“Babe,” he huffed.
“Here?” she asked, her fingers moving on him.
“Babe,” he growled.
“Here,” she mumbled, her pretty face wearing a determined look.
“Baby,” he said, his voice now shaking with laughter.
Her head jerked back and she looked in his face.
“Was it there?” she asked.
“I’m laughin’ because you’re a goof, not because what you’re doing is working. I’m not ticklish.”
She gave him an annoyed look. “Everyone is ticklish, Branch.”
“I’m not.”
She went at him again and he took it, lying under her as she straddled him, trying not to laugh because she was just too cute.
She kept glancing at his face through it before she gave up, slapping both hands on his bare chest and snapping, “I can’t believe you aren’t ticklish.”