like a queen, Leah understood a lot of where Brandon had learnt how to serve her.
Nevertheless, he was different here. The laundry for example. At home he'd have washed, dried and folded the clothes. He'd have put them away, taking the time to tuck her panties into the drawer and hang her blouses and skirts on hangers in coordinated rows in her closet. He did it that way because she'd told him it pleased her to have everything done just so, and because it pleased him to do what she wanted. It worked out wel for both of them, and she couldn't count how many times she'd come home from work to the scent of dinner in the oven and gone upstairs to run her fingers along the row of clothes, then turned to find him in the doorway with that eminently fuckable grin on his face.
How many times had he gone to his knees for her right there, his big hands sliding up her skirt, finding the bare spots above her stockings? She shivered now, thinking of it. Of the warmth of his breath gusting over her skin when he eased her panties down and worshipped her with his mouth, making her come while she sank her fingers into the thick, dark lushness of his hair.
Her cunt pulsed at the memory. Her breath quickened.
And somehow, when she turned to see him in the doorway behind her, Leah wasn't surprised.
'My mom sent me down here to make sure you were al right.' Brandon closed the door behind him.
Then, with the smile he knew never failed to get her wet, he moved towards her. His hand slid down her side to anchor at her hip. His other pul ed her close, his mouth finding the sensitive flesh of her neck. Leah's nipples tightened and she bit back the low moan his touch urged from her.
There wasn't anything she wanted more than to push him back on the bed, straddle him, yank his cock free and ride it. She always wanted that with him. Every day she thought maybe the passion would fade, that he would begin to annoy her. And every day she woke up wanting him just as much as she ever had. Fuck, no. Wanting him more.
But this time, when his hand moved beneath her skirt to stroke her, Leah handcuffed his wrist with her fingers. He stopped at once, familiar with her need to be in control. His cock pushed against her through the front of his sweatpants.
She could smel him, sweat from the game mingled with the cologne she'd chosen for him, and she had to swal ow against another low moan. He looked at her, his head tilted.
His smile faded; she could only guess from the look on her face.
'Leah?'
'I'm sorry,' she said, very careful y not saying his name even though it wanted to tumble off her tongue. 'But I have to leave.'
Chapter 5
'Dix, can I speak with you, please?' She breezed past Pickles and went up the stairs to their bedroom. He fol owed her, closing the door before joining her on the bed. 'Everything OK with Leah?' Best to just get it over with. 'I have to leave.'
He froze and then turned those predator eyes on her. 'What?'
'Not forever. Just for a few days. Leah needs to be away for a bit and so do I. I cannot, cannot spend four more days with Pickles here. I'm sorry, I can't. I loathe her. I can't be trapped here, fake smiling at her, pretending I don't hate her to spare the girls. It's ruined my fucking vacation. There's another confrontation brewing and I don't want it to be now.'
'Then we'l both leave.'
She smiled and kissed his neck. 'You're a good man, Charles Dixon. But you have this time with your daughters.
This is probably the last time you'l al be here like this for a while anyway. Graduations, going off to col ege, al that stuff.
Just spend the time here and we'l see each other when I get back.'
'How very casual you sound just now. When you get back. Are you planning on tel ing me where you're going?'
She hated when he put on his nonchalant asshole facade. 'Stop it right now. Look here, buster, your fucking ex-wife shows up here uninvited, she's a total bitch to me, she uses your children to try to drive a wedge between you
Nevertheless, he was different here. The laundry for example. At home he'd have washed, dried and folded the clothes. He'd have put them away, taking the time to tuck her panties into the drawer and hang her blouses and skirts on hangers in coordinated rows in her closet. He did it that way because she'd told him it pleased her to have everything done just so, and because it pleased him to do what she wanted. It worked out wel for both of them, and she couldn't count how many times she'd come home from work to the scent of dinner in the oven and gone upstairs to run her fingers along the row of clothes, then turned to find him in the doorway with that eminently fuckable grin on his face.
How many times had he gone to his knees for her right there, his big hands sliding up her skirt, finding the bare spots above her stockings? She shivered now, thinking of it. Of the warmth of his breath gusting over her skin when he eased her panties down and worshipped her with his mouth, making her come while she sank her fingers into the thick, dark lushness of his hair.
Her cunt pulsed at the memory. Her breath quickened.
And somehow, when she turned to see him in the doorway behind her, Leah wasn't surprised.
'My mom sent me down here to make sure you were al right.' Brandon closed the door behind him.
Then, with the smile he knew never failed to get her wet, he moved towards her. His hand slid down her side to anchor at her hip. His other pul ed her close, his mouth finding the sensitive flesh of her neck. Leah's nipples tightened and she bit back the low moan his touch urged from her.
There wasn't anything she wanted more than to push him back on the bed, straddle him, yank his cock free and ride it. She always wanted that with him. Every day she thought maybe the passion would fade, that he would begin to annoy her. And every day she woke up wanting him just as much as she ever had. Fuck, no. Wanting him more.
But this time, when his hand moved beneath her skirt to stroke her, Leah handcuffed his wrist with her fingers. He stopped at once, familiar with her need to be in control. His cock pushed against her through the front of his sweatpants.
She could smel him, sweat from the game mingled with the cologne she'd chosen for him, and she had to swal ow against another low moan. He looked at her, his head tilted.
His smile faded; she could only guess from the look on her face.
'Leah?'
'I'm sorry,' she said, very careful y not saying his name even though it wanted to tumble off her tongue. 'But I have to leave.'
Chapter 5
'Dix, can I speak with you, please?' She breezed past Pickles and went up the stairs to their bedroom. He fol owed her, closing the door before joining her on the bed. 'Everything OK with Leah?' Best to just get it over with. 'I have to leave.'
He froze and then turned those predator eyes on her. 'What?'
'Not forever. Just for a few days. Leah needs to be away for a bit and so do I. I cannot, cannot spend four more days with Pickles here. I'm sorry, I can't. I loathe her. I can't be trapped here, fake smiling at her, pretending I don't hate her to spare the girls. It's ruined my fucking vacation. There's another confrontation brewing and I don't want it to be now.'
'Then we'l both leave.'
She smiled and kissed his neck. 'You're a good man, Charles Dixon. But you have this time with your daughters.
This is probably the last time you'l al be here like this for a while anyway. Graduations, going off to col ege, al that stuff.
Just spend the time here and we'l see each other when I get back.'
'How very casual you sound just now. When you get back. Are you planning on tel ing me where you're going?'
She hated when he put on his nonchalant asshole facade. 'Stop it right now. Look here, buster, your fucking ex-wife shows up here uninvited, she's a total bitch to me, she uses your children to try to drive a wedge between you
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