Unforgettable: Book Two (A Hollywood Love Story #2)(29)



“Bratrina!” sneers Chaz.

In unison, the others mimic him. My brother, however, clasps my free hand under table, giving it a knowing, affectionate squeeze. As much as I love and can confide in him, I’ll never tell him what transpired tonight between Brandon and me.

Libby cuts into her steak. “Poor Brandon.”

Poor me. I’m drowning in self-pity.





Brandon


“Drop to your hands and knees!”

“But, sir!”

“Private Hart, you are not to question my orders. Now do it!”

Clad in a camouflage pattern lace bra that pushes up her voluptuous breasts and a matching G-string, she obediently gets down on all fours, shoving her sweet ass up in the air. Her face is flush from just giving herself an epic orgasm. Her gorgeous, curvaceous body trembles at the perilous possibilities ahead.

Admiring her sensuous beauty, I loom over her. I’m in a drill sergeant’s uniform, wearing polished, knee-high leather boots and wielding a whip in my hand. Sergeant Taylor, my newest role. I crack the whip against the floor narrowly missing her. The sharp thwack is like music to my ears.

“At-ten-tion!” She arches her back and looks up at me, her lips quivering with fear and anticipation. The hungry look on her face for the pain I’m about to inflict brings my dick to attention. The power between my legs infiltrates my entire body.

“Private Hart, you disobeyed me. What happens to naughty little soldiers who don’t listen to their commanders?”

“They get punished…sir.”

I crack a wicked smile, pleased she’s addressed me properly. “That’s right. You must pay the price of coming before I said you could. Did you forget I’m in charge and your orgasms are under my command?”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

I smack my lips and shake my head. “When will you ever learn? Do I have to send you back to Boot Camp for more basic training?”

“Please, no!”

“No, who?”

“S-sir.”

Gulping, she bows her head in submission and doesn’t see it coming. With an iron fist, I swipe the leather whip against her ripe ass. She winces and arches. I stand back and admire my handiwork. A pink streak welts up on her exposed tender flesh.

“Now give me fifty.”

She looks up at me again with those imploring big brown eyes in search of forgiveness. Mercy’s not part of my vocabulary. I give her another sharp lash. Whoosh! Then another and another. She whimpers, then weeps. Tears fall at my feet, a few clustering like dew drops on my shiny boots. The rhythmic thwacks of the whip clash with her hitched, harsh sobs, creating an erotic symphonic cacophony. I can feel the heat rise from her burning cheeks. A canvas of intersecting bas-relief lines in fifty shades of pink has turned her ass into a priceless masterpiece. My cock is raging. It may burst through my khakis. I have to have her, but I exert control.


“Now, move it!”

Wordlessly, she begins to do push-ups. Those pathetic, wimpy, girly kind. But I love the way her big tits graze the ground and the way her scrumptious ass moves up and down with each successive pump. I badly want to f*ck it…good and hard.

“Let me hear you count, soldier. Start from one.”

“One…two…three…” By twenty, she’s breathless and trembling with fatigue. Sweat clustered on her chest, she gazes up at me with urgency.

“Private Hart requests permission to stop.”

“What’s the magic word?”

“Please, sir, please!”

Fuck. I love when she begs. “At ease. Get up on your knees.”

With a breath of relief, she kneels before me. Her flushed chest rises and falls, her plump tits stirring with lust. Oh, what a beautiful sight! I dangle my whip and dust the tip across each nipple, one after the other. She moans. As they harden into two mini torpedoes that want to shoot through the lace fabric of her bra, my cock strains.

On my next breath, I yank down my fly. My big gun springs free. A weapon of mass destruction, it’s level with her impassioned face. I splay my big hand on the top of her head and urge her to take it. I hiss as her warm mouth wraps around the crown.

“Take it all,” I bark.

Obediently, my good little soldier goes down on it, trailing her tongue along the thick rigid shaft. Oh, yeah. I’ve trained her well. I clench my fists by my sides and groan each time it hits the back of her throat. I could easily detonate at the base and coat it with a full load, but I’ve got other plans. My cock’s wet and ready. I withdraw and circle behind her before getting down on my knees. My big, glistening erection brushes against the two adorable dimples centered above her red-checkered cheeks. Pursing my lips, I bend over and blow a cool breath on her raw, rosy flesh.

“Does that feel good, Private?” I breathe against her fiery backside.

“Oh yes, sir!” she gasps.

“What about this?” One hand slides between her splayed thighs and makes its way to her *. Fuck. She’s so hot and wet. I’ve aroused her as much as she’s aroused me. Pressing my thumb on her throbbing clit, I plunge two fingers into her slick slit, shoving them deep inside until my fingertips touch the warm flesh of her womb. She lets out a soft moan.

I slap her sore ass. “Answer me, soldier. How does it feel?”

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