Before You Seduce Me: A Prequel to Seduce Me by E. J. Adams

Chapter One
     
    Brandon Mitchell
     
    Brandon Mitchell stood 6'2” tall and weighted 195 pounds. All muscle. His short, jet black hair accented his dark Armani suit. His piercing blue eyes were captivating beyond belief. He had a solid chin and delectable lips. They sat on a perfectly proportioned face that was handsome in a classic leading man sort of way.
    It was for these reasons that a number of leading pop culture magazines had named Brandon Mitchell the sexiest man alive. In their selection, they had described him as: The   Perfect Specimen of a Man , a Modern Day Adonis , and the Body of a Greek god . Okay, some creative hyperbole. But not off the mark.
    What added to his allure was that he was the 28 year old CEO of Davenport Media. Brandon Mitchell was also a bit of a playboy. Often seen with beautiful actresses, super models, and even royalty. But never more than a few times with the same woman.
    And Brandon Mitchell did not limit himself to the rich and famous. If you were beautiful, were able to meet him, and accepted his terms, then you had a chance. Some women found themselves on a regular weekly rotation.
    “Jessica, come here,” said Brandon as he pulled her close.
    She was wearing nothing but sheer black lace lingerie. It was enticing as Brandon could see through it to Jessica's voluptuous breasts and perfectly trimmed patch of her sex.
    “Oh, Brandon. Please fuck me hard tonight,” Jessica begged.
    She liked it hard. She loved the feel of Brandon's massive manhood buried deep inside of her. Stretching and filling her like no one else ever had.
    Jessica was one of many women. She knew that. She accepted it. And she longed for her night with him each week.
    “You look stunning. As usual,” said Brandon as he looked Jessica up and down.
    She moved back toward Brandon and slid his suit jacket off before she unceremoniously threw it onto the bedside chair.
    “Careful. That's a $2,000 suit,” said Brandon.
    “What's under the suit is far more valuable,” said Jessica as she undid Brandon's tie.
    She tossed it aside without regard for how much it cost or where it landed. She methodically and seductively unbuttoned Brandon's shirt. As Jessica removed his shirt, she could see the outline of his muscled chest and abs through his tight-fitting t-shirt. She preceded to pull the t-shirt over his head. His perfectly sculpted front glistened with his bronze skin.
    Jessica unbuckled Brandon's expensive leather belt. She unbuttoned and lowered the zipper on the lower half of his $2,000 suit. She pulled his pants to the floor and got on her knees in front of him. His boxer briefs pulsed with his erect manhood.
    She reached up and swiftly pulled his underwear down. Brandon's huge penis popped out and stared her right in the face. She grabbed hold of his long shaft and pulled his cock toward her open mouth. She rolled her tongue around the large crown. She licked at the pre-cum with delight.
    Brandon steadied himself for Jessica's lips around his throbbing penis. She lowered her head closer and engulfed his rod with her mouth. She took as much of him into her mouth as would fit. She sucked hard and took him deep to the back of her throat. As Jessica sucked his cock, she reached up and caressed his sack in her hand. She massaged his balls and quickened the movement of her head with her lips firmly wrapped around Brandon's penis.
    Brandon let out a guttural moan. Jessica could feel the blood rushing through his enlarged manhood. It pulsed and throbbed with delight. Brandon began to thrust his hips with Jessica's sucking motion. He was building toward eruption.
    Performing oral sex on Brandon made Jessica wet between her legs. Brandon and Jessica moved faster and harder in unison.
    “Baby, I'm about to come,” Brandon panted as a warning.
    Jessica didn't mind. She had taken his seed in her mouth before and was ready to again. Brandon erupted and the salty liquid of his ejaculation shot down Jessica's throat. She