Brent Sinatra: All of Me by Mallory Monroe Read Free Book Online

mouth
finally gave hers a break and began kissing her face and neck.
    “I’ve never been better,” she said as she lifted her neck to
give him fuller access.
    “You’re alone?” he asked as he continued to kiss her.
    “Always when you aren’t here,” she replied.
    And that was all he needed to hear.   He began carrying her toward the stairs.   He stopped, at the foot of the stairs, and
sat her on the second stair.   She leaned
back as he lifted her pajamas top off of her body, rendering her completely
naked, opened her legs, and began to lick her.
    “ Ooo yeah ,” she
said with unbridled passion as her hands rested in his hair and her legs opened
wider, nearly touching the side of the rails.    It had been so long since she felt his tongue that she nearly laid back
on the stairs, arching and pulsating, as he went down on her heartily.
    For several minutes all that could be heard was the sounds of
his tongue gliding across her womanhood with those lapping sounds, as he gave
her the kind of pleasure that felt as if a ball of fire had been unleashed
throughout her entire body.   She cried in
ecstasy as he went down on her.   He was
taking her to the brink of cum with every lick.   It became so intense that even he could barely contain himself, as his
penis began to expand to the point of near-cum itself.   And it became more desperate.
    He lifted her into his arms and began carrying her further
upstairs, kissing and sucking her big, bobbling breasts as he did.   She was well-endowed top to bottom, and he
missed her fullness.   She was the first
woman he’d ever had that actually looked womanly in every way, a body type he
had never experienced before he met her, but was now the type he preferred.
    “ Makayla ,” he kept
saying, as he rubbed his lips against her breasts and lips and face and
hair.   “ Makayla !” And he was sucking her breasts again.
    She held on as he sucked her.   Nobody did her like Brent.   And when
he took her into her bedroom, and tossed her on the bed the way he always did
her, he watched her breasts bounce up and down in a way that made him groan
with lust.
    He tossed off his suitcoat and lifted off his shirt,
revealing his thick pecs and his six-pack.   And when he dropped his pants and briefs, and revealed his already stiff
cock pointing straight at her, Makayla’s eyes lit up as brilliantly as the
sun.   Brent was her gold standard.   He was the man she compared every other man
to, and none of them came close to passing the test.  
    And when he laid his naked body on top of her nakedness, and
began sucking her breasts all the more, and fingering her with one and then two
digits, pushing his fingers so deep inside of her vagina that she became saturated
in her own juices, she understood why there was no comparison.   Brent handled her with care.   He cared about her.   He wasn’t there just to get his rocks off and
hers be damned.   He was there to give to
her as good as he took from her.  
    And that was the deciding factor for Makayla.    That was why, despite their enormous
differences, despite their long-term, long-distance relationship that had
become so strained that they once had to separate to salvage it, she knew she
was not going to find another man like him.   Neal and her so-called friends could talk the talk until they were blue
in the face.   They could denigrate
Brent’s career and elevate Makayla’s until there was no elevation left.   Brent was one of a kind.   A good man like this was too hard to find.   Every woman who’d ever been with him knew it
too, just like Makayla, who was nobody’s fool, knew it best.   Their separation taught her a valuable
lesson, and what happened with Neal, and what that high life did to him, only
crystallized it for her.   Brent was that
bird in the hand that wanted her, and needed her.   Her career were birds in a bush that may or
may not be enough for her.   She wasn’t
about to lose a man like