B&S 3 Anything Like Me

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We ate a filling dinner at La Ciccia and now I was fresh out of the shower, in my PJs and
sipping wine with my bridal party in our hotel suite. Brandon and the boys had their own suite and
Jason had strict instructions to not have him stay up too late and to make sure he was on time
tomorrow.
I didn t have a doubt in my mind. I knew Brandon wouldn t be late, but I just had to poke fun at
him.
After dinner, I said my goodbye to him. The next time I would see him was when I walked down
the aisle in white. I wasn t nervous anymore. The flowers were delivered, most of my guests were
checked into the hotel, my dress still fit, and during the rehearsal, the hotel was setting up for the big
day. Everything was going to go perfectly.
Are you almost ready for bed, Bride-to-Be? Becca asked.
What time is it? Ryan asked.
Almost midnight. Jason Jr. is making me tired, Becca replied, rubbing her protruding belly.
I yawned just thinking about going to bed. Becca and Jason didn t know for sure that they were
having a boy. They didn t want to know. Becca said she knew she was having a boy and that was
good enough.
Yeah, we should probably go to bed soon. The champagne is making me sleepy, and I don t
want to drink a lot and have a hangover tomorrow, I said.
The girls insisted that I have the room with the king-size bed while they shared the room with
two queens in it. I said goodnight to Ryan, my sister, Audrey and Becca and crawled into the
oversized bed, only to lay there wide awake. As I heard the girls make their way to their room, I
thought about whether I should turn on the TV or read.
Another thought popped into my head.
Me: What are you doing?
Jason: Playing poker. Did you mean to text me?
Me: Yes. Did you tell B?
Jason: Not yet.
Me: Don t! I was wondering if you could do me a favor?
Jason: Of course. You re not getting cold feet are you?
Me: God no! Can you come down the hall and slip a room key under my door?
Jason: Okay, but don t you know that it is bad luck to see each other before you get married?
I even know that and I am a guy.
Me: I know. We won t see each other. I promise. Don t tell B and text me when you all go to
sleep. Okay?
Jason: Okay& ?
Me: Just do it.
An hour passed and Jason finally texted me that the key was under my door and the boys were in
bed. I knew they had given Brandon the king-size bed, just like the girls gave me.
The suite was exactly like the one I was staying in. I tiptoed to the door with the king-size bed,
trying not to wake Blake who was sleeping on one of the couches and Brandon s friend, Ben, on the
other. The door was closed when I got to Brandon s. Opening it slowly, I stepped in and shut it
behind me quietly. I couldn t see for shit, which was good because I didn t want bad luck.
Brandon, I whispered when I reached the side of the bed. I prayed silently that it was him.
Spencer?
Okay, it was him.
Shhhh.
What s wrong?
Nothing. I just I just want you, I whispered.
Isn t it bad luck to see each other now? he asked, whispering back.
Can you see me?
No.
Good, I whispered and started to slip off all my clothes.
Is this a pre-wedding rendezvous? he laughed. Should I get naked or what?
Yes, I said, throwing the final piece of clothing on the floor.
I heard Brandon rummaging around on the bed and then a piece of clothing fell onto the floor.
Okay, I m ready, he said.
I could hear a smile in his voice. I was smiling too as I crawled into the bed, straddling his hips
as he lay in the center of the bed.
Yeah, I would say you are ready. I laughed, feeling his hard length against my inner thigh.
Just the thought of you naked does this to me, he said, leaning up and kissing my chin. Where
are your lips? I can t see you.
I felt around on his face until I touched his soft lips and leaned down to kiss him. My hips circled
against his cock, not penetrating inside, but enough to work my center, causing my juices to build and
lubricate his length.
Fuck, that feels good, he hissed.
I moaned in response, still kissing him. Our tongues danced together, my hips moved up and
down along his hard cock. Brandon reached between us, his hand circling my clit.
Fuck! I said, breaking our kiss.
He reached with his free hand, kneading my right breast and then slipped my puckered nipple
into his hot mouth. Still to this day, his mouth did wonders on my body. I knew without a doubt that he
was created for me and only me and the very next day, we would vow to be together forever.
My hips ground harder against him as the pleasure he was giving me built deep into my core. His
thumb rubbed my clit faster; I was close. I couldn t take it anymore. I needed him in my mouth. I
needed to taste him.
Hold on, I whispered. He stopped his hands and mouth as I turned around, straddling him
backwards. Okay, I said ready again.
My pussy was over his face, his hard cock was below my chin. Reaching down with my right
hand, I raised his cock and lowered my mouth until a hiss escaped my lips as soon as his tongue
slipped between my folds, licking up my desire.
His tongue felt good. I craved him. I needed him every inch of him. My tongue returned to his
length, swirling around the tip and down the side, licking up my juices that coated his shaft.
I love it when you suck me off, he groaned.
I bobbed my head up and down over his cock, his tongued swirled around my clit, two of his
fingers working the walls of my pussy until I was screaming out in pleasure, not caring if Blake or
Ben heard.
When my body stopped convulsing, I turned around as he instructed and slid down over his shaft.
His hands guided my ass up and down. My slick center slid effortlessly over his cock. I was close
again. My body was in sync with his, and it didn t take much to send me back over the edge.
I m not sure what I love more actually your mouth milking me or your tight pussy milking me,
he said.
I continued to slide up and down, matching him, thrust for thrust. Leaning down again, I claimed
his mouth as another orgasm washed over my body. Brandon tensed, spurting his hot cum deep into
my pussy.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The limo stopped in front of the historic Bently Reserve in the Financial District of San
Francisco. I looked out the window at the beautiful building I had seen many times before. Seven pure [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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