Chapter 13
Jolie parted her lips as she reached for the zip on Brandon’s tailored pants. He was sitting on his leather chair with his hands pressing down on the arms. She could see it in his eyes…that he knew this was a bad idea, but neither of them could help themselves.
She was slow with the zip and then proceeded to the patent leather belt. He helped her after that, to slide his pants down to the middle of his thighs.
Jolie felt her belly tighten when she laid eyes on his strong muscular thighs, with a light dusting of dark hair. She ran her fingertips over his thighs, and rejoiced in the feeling of his muscles tightening.
“Jo…” he breathed her name gruffly and reached for her hair. He was holding a bunch of her hair in his hands, keeping her face tilted up towards him.
“This shouldn’t be happening. I’m married to your mother,” he said in a deep guttural growl, like he was mad at himself. Before she could even respond to that, he had leaned forward and they were kissing.
This time the kiss was even wilder. Like they were two caged animals who were suddenly let free. His tongue pushed into her mouth and she sucked on it. His grip on her hair tightened and within seconds, Jolie could feel herself getting out of breath.
She parted from him forcefully, and their lips smacked. He was breathing just as hard as she was.
Dragging her gaze away from him, she reached for his cock. Slowly, she pulled it out from the gap in his briefs. This was the first time she was seeing Brandon Calloway’s cock and she tried to hide the gasp that escaped her lips.
He was a big man, which was something to be expected given that he was at least a foot taller than her. His cock was thick and large, with angry desperate veins on the sides and a smooth velvety tip. He grunted when she pulled it out, taking a few seconds to stare at it…to fully admire him.
“Jo, you’re killing me,” she heard him say and then he sat back in his chair with a thud.
Jolie felt her mouth water as she parted her lips again. Never before had she wanted a man’s cock this badly in her mouth. She wanted to feel powerful, she wanted to make him helpless.
Slowly, she brought her lips closer to his cock and then stuck her tongue out. Her tongue gently grazed the tip of his cock and he grunted again. She felt a thrill run down her spine. This powerful billionaire, who was married to her mother, was like putty in her hands. She now had complete control over him and it made her feel invincible.
With her mouth still open wide, slowly she took him in. He moved forward in the chair with a jerk and caught a hold of her hair again.
“Fuck, Jo! Your mouth is amazing,” he growled as she slid his cock as deep down her throat as she could. It didn’t go very far, because she nearly gagged. He was too big for her. She slid him out but now, Brandon wanted more.
He pulled her back towards his cock with a jerk, slipping himself into her mouth again and Jolie knew that he was a goner. She tried to stretch the muscles of her throat as he started to pump his cock into her mouth. He was grunting with every thrust, his grip tight on her hair as he moved his hips.
His chair creaked and she held on to his knees while he maneuvered her. His cock slid in and out of her mouth and she could feel her eyes watering from the force. But nothing had made her feel this powerful before. Nothing had made her feel more connected to a man before this.
“This is insane. Fuck!” he cried out and pulled his cock out of her mouth abruptly. He was going to come.
She turned her face up at him as he stood up from the chair with a jerk, stroking his cock furiously.
“Come on me, Brandon, please come on me,” she purred and looked up at him with her wide blue eyes. She could see his face turning a deep red, his hands moving wildly up and down his cock and then he burst.
His cum came shooting out of his cock and landed on her face. Jolie felt herself shiver, her skin covered in goosebumps as he emptied himself on her. He was powerless in those moments, completely under her control and she couldn’t help herself but smile.
When he was done, Brandon sat back down on his chair with a thump. He was panting hard, his forehead covered in a film of sweat.
“Fuck!” he growled and reached over his desk to slide out a huge clump of tissue paper from a box. He handed it to her and Jolie wiped her face with them. She thrilled at the feel of his stickiness on her face.
“Jo…” he said her name breathlessly, as she stood up from the carpet.
She turned to him with her eyes burning.
“Don’t worry, it won’t happen again. I just wanted you to come for me, and now we can move on from this madness,” she said and dropped the clump of tissues into his wastepaper basket.
Brandon didn’t say anything. He seemed to still be recovering from his orgasm.
“I’ll leave for New York in the morning,” she told him and then turning on her heels, she walked to the door and left the room.
Outside in the dark corridor, Jolie leaned against the cool wall for a moment, to just catch a breath. She had just lied to him. She knew that moving on was not going to be easy, if she could manage it at all.