"Do we even need to schedule a time for sex?"
Brandon turned around and looked at me. He raised his eyebrows slightly and his tone was ambiguous.
Looking at his eyes that were full of sexual desire, my heart skipped a beat and I quickly looked away.
"But there are other people in your house. Aren't you afraid of being heard?"
"This is my home. So what if someone hears it? If you're afraid of being heard, then you can not make any noise."
The corners of Brandon's mouth curled into an ambiguous smile. He walked over to me and stared at me with his deep eyes.
His eyes were like an unfathomable whirlpool. I couldn't help being entranced.
"B... Brandon..."
I couldn't help taking a few steps back and began to stammer.
Without giving me another chance to speak, he bent down and picked me up, striding to the second floor.
When we got to the master bedroom, he put me on the big bed and pressed heavily on me without any warning.
Lying flat on the big bed and looking at his handsome face, I felt a little nervous. Although it was not my first time, I still felt nervous every time we had sex.
"Hollie, your body can only be mine for the next six months!"
He leaned in my ear and said this in a deep voice.
I frowned and was about to refute him, but before I could, he kissed me.
His kiss was very possessive. Right now, he seemed a little frantic, unlike his previous gentleness.
I don't like this kind of crazy kiss. I pushed him with some resistance, but it just made him even more frantic.
He kept planting kisses over my neck. Soon, he tore off my clothes impatiently.
I glared at Brandon angrily. How could this man be so violent that he tore my clothes apart?
What would I wear after this?
I was in a bad mood because of him. I wanted to push him away, but he didn't give me any chance to resist at all. Before I could resist, his hands were already touching me.
However, this time, Brandon was not as anxious as before. He was very calm. He kept teasing me and admiring my reaction.
It was daytime now, so he could see my reaction clearly. I looked at him with blurred eyes and saw curl at the corner of his mouth. I looked away awkwardly.
I blushed and turned away so that he couldn't look at me anymore. It was really embarrassing to be stared at by a man at this moment.
As if he could see that I was shy, Brandon's smile became more and more ambiguous, and even his eyes looked at me with a smile.
I guessed men liked to watch women moaning underneath them. It would give them a sense of power and fuel their pride. Brandon was no exception.
I twisted my body uneasily. Seeing that he still didn't want to start, I stared at him with a little dissatisfaction.
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