As he walked by the bathroom, Brandon could hear pattering water coming from behind the door. He stopped, placed his ear to the door, and listened intently. *Is she really taking a shower right now?* he thought to himself.
For a few moments, he waited, hoping to hear something sensitive come from beyond the bathroom door, but such a thing never came.
It didn’t take long for Brandon’s patience to wane. He didn’t have much time. Aria was going to be done showering soon, and if he wanted anything to come of this opportunity, he had to make it happen. Brandon took a deep breath, then knocked on the bathroom door.
“Can I come in?”
The water shut off instantly.
“What?!” Aria yelled out.
“I said, can I come in?” Brandon repeated.
“No, you can’t come in. I have a boyfriend!”
“So what? He’s not here.”
“It doesn’t matter if he’s not here. It’s wrong!”
“He’s not going to know. It will stay between us,” Brandon pled his case from behind the bathroom door.
“Still, it would be wrong,” Aria replied, unable to get past her conscience.
“Can you at least open the door, so we aren’t arguing from behind a wall?” Brandon asked.
Aria wrapped a towel around her tiny figure, stepped to the door, unlocked it, and cracked the door open. “No, I’m not opening it,” she said, glaring at Brandon.
Brandon made a sudden movement, pushing his frame against the door. Instinctually, Aria used the full weight of her body, trying to impede Brandon’s force. But she was no match for his six-foot-two, two-hundred-some pound frame. He bowled right through her, throwing the door open, causing her towel to fall, and sending her to the ground.
“Oh, shit! Sorry!” he apologized now that he was in the bathroom. “I didn’t mean to knock you over. I was just trying to get in,” he explained himself while reviewing Aria’s naked body. Her small chest was completely exposed. Her shaved legs and lower body were hardly covered by the fallen towel.
Aria glared up at Brandon. His muscular body was wearing sweatpants and a cut-sleeve T-shirt. His veiny forearms reached down toward her, offering to help her up. Angrily, she brushed Brandon’s hand away, then moved to re-wrap the white towel around her chest.
“You know, if you wanted to show me your tits, you could have just done it,” Brandon chuckled.
Mixed between anger and embarrassment, Aria tried to muster up a direct tone without appearing too worked up, “Brandon, Get out, right—”
“No.” Brandon injected himself into the reply before she could finish.
“What?” The response left Aria a bit stumped. Beyond telling him to leave, she was not sure what to do. She was half his weight, and she couldn’t exactly make him get out. “Wh-what do you mean, no? I said, get out.”
“I know what you said, and it doesn’t mean jack shit to me,” Brandon answered, placing his hands on her smooth legs.
Aria tried to peel his hands away, but Brandon’s grip quickly resumed on her legs. “Seriously, Brandon. We aren’t doing this. I have a boyfriend now.”
“Oh you do?” he mocked. “Where is he? Because what I see right now, is a pretty, scared, frustrated, little girl who desperately wants to be railed, and you know what? Her *maaan* is nowhere to be found.” His hands slipped under Aria’s white towel, maneuvering toward the inside of her thighs. Aria’s resistance lessened. Her hands gently pushed Brandon away, but the pressure she applied was so light it could hardly be considered a meaningful deterrence. Brandon recognized this and teased, “Oh my god. Look at youuu. You want this so bad, don’t you?”
The way he was able to cut through her thoughts made Aria more frustrated. His hands felt so good, grabbing at her thighs. Her body desperately wanted him to keep going, but her mind kicked in a gently pushed away at his hands.
“No, no, no. It’s okay,” Brandon smiled. “It’s just a massage. That’s all.” His strong hands tightened around her inner thighs. The tension caused the veins in his arms to become more prominent. The slight pain that came from his grip sent a wave of fear through Aria. His hands were huge compared to her thighs. Even if she tried to get away from him, who knows what kind of damage he would do.
Aria glided her fingers over Brandon’s protruding veins. She stood watching as his arms tightened and relaxed while massaging her. His nails sank into her, pinching slightly, then releasing. Each time he eased; his palms moved closer toward her backside until he finally grabbed two fistfuls of her ass.
“Mmph,” Aria slipped. “Brandon. We can’t, we can’t do this,” she pled, unsure of how much longer she could keep up the façade.
Brandon’s testosterone fueled voice replied, “Can’t do what? I’m just a massage.” His tone was full of pompous deception. “By all means, if you don’t like something that’s happening, you’re welcome to move my hands away.” Immediately after uttering the words, his hold on Aria’s ass tightened.
Brandon’s hands easily spanned the full surface of Aria’s ass. He reached wide across, then latched onto patches of her skin, tightening around her with a commanding grip. He leaned down to get a more comfortable reach on Aria. From under the towel he squeezed her ass, giving it a giggling shake.
“Jesus Christ, you’ve always had such a nice ass,” his cocky voice lauded.
The compliment sent a surge of pride through Aria. It felt wrong, but praise from Brandon carried so much more weight than from her boyfriend. It was something she missed since she’d started her relationship.
Suddenly, Brandon hoisted Aria up, forcing her legs to wrap around his waist, so that she didn’t fall. In the process of being lifted, Aria’s towel came loose, exposing her chest. She moved to re-cover herself, but Brandon quickly ripped the towel off from behind her, leaving Aria fully naked in his arms.
In attempt to hide herself, Aria wrapped her arms around Brandon’s neck, and pulled into his chest. Her boobs pressed against his pectoral muscles, her pussy hid against his waistline, and the only thing covering her ass was Brandon’s forceful grasp.
“Aww, what’s the matter? Dropped your towel?” Brandon laughed, giving the right side of Aria’s ass a slap. “Do you want me to let you down so you can pick it up?” he teased, spanking her again.
Aria’s body flinched. “Mmph, fuck!” She felt so little compared to him, clinging to his torso like a frontside backpack. Her mind raced with comparative thoughts. Her boyfriend couldn’t even pick her up, but here was Brandon, making easy work of her. And she hated to admit it, but he was so much sexier for it.
Brandon took a few steps forward, and plopped Aria on the bathroom counter. Both of her legs dangled off the edge. The glossy marble felt cold on her ass, sticking to her just a bit. Enamored, Aria looked up at Brandon’s intense eyes, then down at his sweatpants where she could see his protruding erection. Without thinking, she gave her lower lip and excited bite.
“Go ahead, pull them down,” Brandon said, wrapping his fingers around her right ankle and lifting it to the counter. With one foot resting on the counter, Aria was forced to adjust her body. Brandon wrapped one arm around her back and the other around her neck, making sure to keep her upright. He stared down powerfully at her, peering into her awed gaze. “Go on, pull them down,” he repeated, nodding toward his sweatpants.
With a bitten lip, Aria rolled her eyes and slipped down his pants. Brandon’s erect cock spilled out from beneath. “Fuck!” she exclaimed, surprised to see that Brandon wasn’t wearing any boxers.
Brandon gave her an approving chuckle and pulled his hand from her ankle. With it, he grabbed the base of his cock and angled it against her pussy. His cock was a clean, fleshly color. It was filled with trails of veins running the length of his shaft. He slapped his dick against her vaginal lips, causing gentle moans to echo in bathroom. Aria placed one hand behind her, so she could lean on it for stability and the other on Brandon’s waistline. He eased his weight forward, shoving his cock inside of her. His tip spread her lips open, provoking Aria to let out a set of increased moans, “Fuck, fuck, fuckkk, Brandonnn.”
He thrusted his cock upwards, sending himself into Aria’s tight pussy. Up, up, up, he shoved his shaft, then pulled back to the edge of her opening. He sent himself upward again, reaching as far as he could. His thighs pressed against the marble countertop, the base of his hips met Aria’s lower waistline, and he paused, holding himself there. His hand resumed its place on the side of Aria’s face. He pulled her in, hovering his lips over hers. They both closed their eyes and proceeded with a passionate, fiery embrace. Their lips welded together, desperate to never release. Their bodies shook in unison, keeping pace with each other’s thrusts. In and out, in and out, Brandon’s dick tore inside of her.
Aria moaned into Brandon’s lips, “Mmmm, mmmph, mmm, mmm, mmmph.” She couldn’t help herself but to release the noises into him. The feelings swirling within her were far too great to mask, and if anyone was going to catch those sounds, she wanted it to be him.
Brandon let out audible groan and grunts. Proudly, Aria ate them up, gliding her hips more aggressively to meet his thrusts. Brandon hammered away at her little body, occasionally throwing vicious shots to the deepest reaches of her. Aria could tell that each moan she let out was further fueling Brandon’s ego, and it made her whole body proud. Right now, she wanted nothing more than to serve the man who’d been trying to take her for months. She wanted him to know that he was the king in her life. And by the looks of his deviant smirk, he already did.
“Jesus Christ,” Brandon moaned. “Fuck, fuck, fuckkk!” He launched into an aroused fit, “You want daddy’s cum? C’mon, babygirl. Tell me you want it.” His body twitched as he prodded for a reply.
The jolting sensations in Aria’s body violently increased. The pleasure tore through her like a hedonistic shock wave. “Holy shit! Keep going, keep going, please cum inside of meeee,” she wailed.
Brandon’s hand left her face and wrapped around Aria’s ankle. His nails dug in, sending a shooting pain through her leg. He pounded his weight into her body, harder, harder, harder. The shared shaking in their bodies intensified. Their moans joined together, echoing through the bathroom. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, fuckkkk,” he groaned in pleasure, releasing his warm juices into her. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” His sensitive foreskin hammered away. It looked as if he wanted to milk out every bit of pleasure from Aria’s gorgeous body.
Aria’s claws tore into Brandon’s hips. The release was overwhelming. Pure, unbridled pleasure shot through her, causing her body to convulse. She couldn’t believe that she had finally given in. She had managed to keep herself in check for this long, buy why? Why had she prevented herself from experiencing this thrill? It felt so fucking good, and she never wanted to go back. She wanted to continue serving her one true king.
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