Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 133

Chapter 133: Come Sit On My Lap

Brianna

“Tell me you are done with me, Brianna or I am just going to keep coming back.” Callan whisper-yelled into my ear.

He is good at sounding disconnected when he needs to, he either sounds angry or disinterested. That is how he expressed himself, but this was slightly different than that. Though, I couldn't pinpoint what was different about it, I squeezed my eyes tight close but he couldn't see them anyway. I had placed my forehead onto his chest and his hand was cupping my head, pushing my hair away.

“Are you done with me?” He asked again because I hadn't responded since he asked the first time.

“I don't want to be.” I barely got out above a whisper.

“Come here.” He said, wrapping his arms around my waist and lifting me up. My legs automatically went around him and his hands came under my ass to hold me there. He captured his lips with mine and walked us backwards into my room, he slammed the door behind us and sat on the end of my bed with me straddling his lap. Our lips moved desperately.

Just as before, we were pouring out every emotion into the kiss, but it wasn't anger, it was something else. We grabbed at each other, him pushing my heels to the floor and pulling my top up over my breasts. As I pulled the reminder of it off, his tongue circled around my hardening nipple before his lips took it between them. I pulled at his t-shirt and he let me remove it but quickly brought his kou back to my chest. I groaned at the feeling of his hot tongue and his rough thumb as he brushed the other one. My fingers ran through his hair and back down to his shoulders. They are such sexy shoulders, his hands came down to the bottom of my trousers and started to undo them, all while pinkening my breasts with his relentless mouth. He only released me when it was time to remove the rest of my clothes, I didn't want to wait and I tugged for all his clothes to come off too.

When his dick sprang free, all I could do was lick my lips. I have been wanting that díck since the moment I left It back in Port Harcourt. 

“Lay down, baby girl and spread those sexy thighs for me.” He ordered, leading me back onto the bed.

When I crawled on, I came down on my back and looked up at this crazy mafia Don who looked down on me like I was a snack and he was damn hungry. I spread one leg and then both legs, I bit my lip to look up at his expression. His eyes flickered like a fire and he grabbed me, yanking me to the end of the mattress when he knelt down and put my ass to the very edge of it. My legs were in the air and his inked hands were gripping around my thighs as his mouth came over my pussy. I arched my back at the feeling of him licking up my center. He started to tease my flesh with his fingers as his tongue came up and fluttered my clit. I gasped and tipped my hips up for more, he didn't torture me with this, he wants me just as bad. He pressed his tongue over my clit and started rubbing and licking, he came down to my entrance and played with it before coming back to my already slick folds and my bundle of throbbing nerves. I wanted his mouth so hard, he brought his lips to my clit and toyed with it, pulling it between his teeth.

All the same time, his hand disappeared from my thigh and suddenly two of his fingers were pushing into me. I moaned at the unexpected feeling and fisted the edge of the bed when he started licking my clit and thrusting his fingers until me with the same rhythm. Having the stimulation of both his fingers filling me and my clit being overworked, I started to clench around his fingers already. I released a heavy breath when he started curling his fingers into me, teasing me with them before he would throw up into me again. His tongue did the opposite, he worked me with a hard tongue but when he shoved his fingers into me, he softened his tongue, fluttering over my clit again. I moaned at the contradictory sensation and it was enough to get me shaking for him.

“Callan…oh my….fuck.” I gasped when the build up just suddenly hit me like a freight train.

My hips started moving with his mouth and fingers as mg orgasm ripped through me, he never let up. His tongue ran up and down my clit and he kept his finger moving until I clamped down and quivered inside, cuming on them. I was panting for air. He quickly got up and grabbed me to stand so he could replace me on the edge of the mattress.

“Come sit on my lap, baby girl.” He pulled me to straddle him again.

When I did, he brought his bare dick to my entrance and glanced up at me to see if I would protest but I didn't. I wanted to feel all of him, I always do. His hands came to my hips, as I sat lower, his díck started to fill me up. We both groaned at the feeling, with his hold, he began to rock me over my back walls. I cleaned and it made him grit his teeth. He grabbed my jaw and made me kiss him, his tongue plugged into my mouth as he started thrusting up to meet my rolling hips. We groaned into each other's mouth this time, and both of us began getting lost in the motion. Our bodies collided each time I rolled my hips and he thrusted higher into me. My chest would press his hand then fall away again, as I rode his dick fast and hard. He cupped my ass and started pulling me down harder to he could put every inch of himself inside me. I sucked on his button lips into my mouth, he made a sound in his chest that was almost a growl.

“Do you like when I fúck you without a condom, huh? You never stop me.” He pointed out as he thrusted into me again. I dropped my head back and let his hands cupping my ass do the pushing.

“Yes,” I breathed and it was that breathy moan that got to him.

“You feel so fucking good.” He groaned into the flesh of my neck before he sucked over it. My hands ran up his neck and fisted some of his hair. A realization hit me.

“Do you fúck raw with all the girls?” I asked the question I wasn't sure I wanted the answer to.

“Never,” he spoke over my throat before kissing it again. I was deeply satisfied to hear this, for some reason, it just meant something to me aside from the assurance that he was actually clean.

“Do you let men fúck you raw, huh?” He fisted my hair and yanked slightly so he could pull my face to him.

“Huh, Brianna? Do you let those unworthy assholes fuck you raw?” He taunted me, keeping his lips just above mine and his fist with a perfect grip.

“No!” I cried out when he bucked his hips to plunge deeper into me. Deeper than he already was.

“No, just me?” He pressed on, he liked hearing it. 

“Just you, Callan?” I was panting with how relentless his hips were.

Working his dick into me with no pause, he was biting his lips and holding my face close with my hair knotted into his fingers.

“And why is that, huh?” He bit his lips as he ground the swollen head of his dick into my back walls, waiting for my response. I moaned and shut my eyes but he wouldn't let me ignore his question.

“What is that, Brianna? Is it because you know that it is fucking mine?” His deep voice was almost guttural when he said mine.

“Yes,’’ my mouth spoke before my brain even thought about it. Is that true? Is that why I let him do what I have never let another man fuck me before?

“Good girl, that is what I want to hear.” He praised me before squeezing my ass and mercilessly rocking my hips over his lap.

I rode his dick the way he wanted me to and now both our breaths were out in short spurts. Even though we were at the end of the bed, we still made it rock and I was  sweating at this point. Working myself onto him and loving every second of it, I was moaning for him, letting him know where his dick should be and holding on as he gave it to me