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

pulled her lips up his shaft as she moved her head back. She released his penis from her mouth and panted as she knelt before his anaconda-sized piece of equipment.
    “Was that good for you, baby?” asked Jessica as she stood.
    “Couldn't you tell?” he replied with a smile.
    “Now,” said Jessica as she removed her lacy lingerie, “come give it to me.”
    “With pleasure,” said Brandon as moved Jessica onto the bed.
    He put on a condom from his stash in the bedside drawer. Jessica spread eagle in anticipation of taking him into her dripping wet pussy. Brandon pushed her knees up. He moved in between her spread legs and slid his massive cock into her slit. She expanded to accommodate his girth, but it still felt a bit tight. It was that way with every woman Brandon fucked.
    Jessica let out a loud cry as Brandon pushed deeper and began to thrust. He reached as deep down into Jessica as she could physically take. He began pumping his hips rapidly.
    “Oh yes! Yes, yes, fuck me harder!” moaned Jessica as she was filled with the pleasure of Brandon's manhood.
    Brandon accommodated her desire. He grabbed onto Jessica's waist and he thrust harder and faster.
    “Oh baby, so wet for me,” Brandon moaned as he pressed his crown deep into Jessica.
    She moaned with shear delight. Jessica was reaching dizzying heights of pure pleasure. She was in a trance. Their excitement grew in intensity until they both came with great force. Jessica floated back from ecstasy.
    Brandon withdrew. He gave Jessica a kiss.
    “You're welcome to stay here in the guest room,” he said as he gathered his clothes.
    “Stay. Just this once,” pleaded Jessica.
    “Jessica, you know the rules. It's only sex. Amazing sex, but you know that I don't actually sleep with women.”
    “Rules are made to be broken,” said Jessica as she sat up on the bed.
    “Not for me. Again, you're welcome to stay here if you wish.”
    Brandon walked out of the guest room and down the hall to his master bedroom. He went in and closed the door and locked it.
    Why did she even ask? he thought. They all knew what it was. And what it wasn't. Brandon showered and slipped into his bed, alone, and drifted off to sleep.

Chapter T wo
     
    Brandon woke, showered again, and dressed. He headed downstairs to his dining room where breakfast was waiting for him. His personal chef, Davet, asked if he needed anything else. Brandon said that everything looked wonderful and began to eat his breakfast. He was gazing out the window at his penthouse view of Central Park.
    “Do you have enough for two?” asked Jacqueline Davenport as she entered the dining room.
    “Hello, Grandmother,” said Brandon as he got up and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
    “Yes, of course. I'll have Davet fix you a plate.”
    “Splendid,” she said as they both sat at the glass and steel dining table.
    Everything about Brandon's penthouse was modern and sleek. Glass, steel, and black leather. His office was furnished in a similar manner.
    The color in his home and office came from modern art paintings that adorned the walls. Paintings and framed New York Yankees memorabilia. Brandon was a collector of  art and Yankees items. He was a fan of both and had the means to acquire whatever he desired in art and baseball collections.
    Davet placed breakfast in front of Mrs. Davenport, poured her a cup of her favorite coffee blend, and then returned to the kitchen.
    “He is such a marvelous chef,” she said as she took a sip of her coffee.
    “Indeed. So, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company this morning?” Brandon asked.
    “Do I need a reason to have breakfast with my grandson?”
    “Of course not. But you rarely pop in unless you have something you wish to discuss with me. Besides, we'll see each other at the office in less than an hour.”
    “Well, since you brought it up,” she said, “I did want to discuss this latest article in the society section of the newspaper.”
    “Which article is