Unforgettable: Book Two (A Hollywood Love Story #2)(49)

“Oh Brandon!” she moans yet again.

“Do. You. Like. This?” I ask, deliberately slowing down my thrusts to punctuate each word. And test her.

“Please don’t stop! Harder! Faster!”

“Don’t worry, baby.” There’s not a chance in hell I’m going to stop. My cock’s been bereft for way too long. And I’ve dreamt about this moment forever. Going at her again at full force, I build toward climax. My cock feels like a rocket being launched into space. The main engine sequence has commenced. All revved up, I pump harder, faster. And I’m pretty sure by her impassioned sounds I’m stimulating her clit—her own little space capsule—each time I hammer her. I’m taking her to the edge, to the point of no return, and her, me. My breathing grows harsher, mixing with grunts that come from deep in my gut. I have the burning urge to kiss her delicious mouth, but so close to coming I don’t want to muffle the sounds or words that spill out when she falls apart.


“Oh, oh, oh, oh,” she cries out. “Brandon, I can’t hold on anymore.”

“Hang in there, baby! Don’t come until I tell you to.”

Nodding like an automaton, she starts sobbing again. To anyone else, her desperate sounds might be construed as those of a woman mourning a loss, but to me, they’re the song of a woman desperate to succumb to the one she loves.

I bang into her with reckless abandon. She holds onto me as if I’m a rollercoaster she’s afraid to fall off.

“Please, Brandon. Please.”

Her begging brings me to the brink. My cock’s on fire. On the next bang, my cock communicates with me. Three, two, one, we have a lift off! I cry out, “Now, baby. Now.”

On the wail of my name, her pulsing * combusts around my ready to explode cock. Her whole body convulses as if thrown into shock. On the next thrust, I blast into outer space, and as I pass the core of my soul to her, I cry out her name.

“ZO!!!!!! My cock spasms for what feels like an eternity, shooting my load three times as I kiss her madly and muffle her sobs. The rest of my body goes numb while I ride out my release. I can no longer hold her up. I let go of her ass and her limp legs touch down on the ground. Still leaning against the storefront, she cradles my head in her exquisite hands. Pressing against her, I hear myself still breathing heavily as I deepen the kiss.

I don’t know how long we stay in this position when I withdraw my mouth and my tongue. Her glistening eyes meet mine, the tears far from ending.

I brush them away with my thumbs. “Why are you still blubbering? What we just had was f*cking amazing.”

“I know,” she snivels. “No one’s ever made me come like that. No one. I felt like we were one.”

“The same, baby. The same.” And I swear that’s the goddamn truth. I’ve never had such a mind-blowing orgasm. I left the planet with her. And a roar of her name so loud the stars heard me.

“Brandon, what are we going to do?” Her faltering voice is thick with uncertainty. Borderline despair. I can read her mind.

I cup her tear-streaked cheeks with my hands and face her squarely. “We’re going to f*ck our brains out, and with whatever’s left, we’re going to figure things out.”

A glint of hope glimmers in her eyes. “My love, f*ck me again.”

She called me her love. This f*ck has changed everything. A foreboding cloud hangs over me. My chest tightens. How am I going to end it with goddamn Katrina?

Zoey’s sweet rasp cuts into my anxiety. “Are you alright, Brandon?”

“Yeah.” Flicking her nose, I twitch a fleeting smile. I don’t tell her I was thinking about my soon-to-be ex.

Fuck Katrina. With another bruising kiss, I banish the bitch to the furthest recesses of my mind. It’s time for another unforgettable f*cking and I know just where I want to go. Brandon Taylor is back in control.





Zoey


He’s kissing me again. This time it’s savage and rough. He pins my body against the stone wall while his mouth gnaws my lips and his tongue clashes with mine, thrusting and probing. The skin around my swollen lips stings beneath the brush of his stubble. The hair on the back of my neck bristles. I suck on his mouth hungrily as a tornado of swirling colors spirals from the back of my eyes, down my spine to the place I want him most. Between my thighs which are quivering with desire and dripping wet with my juices. Any worries I have are sucked into a vortex of lust. He inhabits every sense, every fiber of my being. Fuck me, Brandon! Own me! Possess me! I hitch one leg around his hips and fist him into me by the roots of his hair. I moan into his mouth when I feel his hand caress my shuddering *. His thumb rubs my throbbing, aching clit while he breathes into my mouth.

“Fuck, Zoey. You’re still so hot, so wet for me.”

“Please f*ck me again, Brandon,” I beg hoarsely. My desperate need for him consumes me.

Taking a small step backward, he smooths my chiffon dress and stares at me with white-hot intensity. “Baby, I’m going to take you again, but not here.” With a tweak of my puckered nipples, he glances down at the cobblestones where my panties are crumpled next to my bare feet and then gives me a smug smile. “Put them back on. I don’t want you to stain your pretty dress.”




Mama always told me, “Baby girl, live as if there’s no tomorrow.” When I was a little girl, I didn’t understand what that meant, but years after her senseless murder those words rang true for me.