Unsatiable Lust

Chapter 9 Smell of a Real Man

Brandon wanted to throw her on the bed and then left, but the girl just wouldn't let go of him. She

suddenly opened her eyes.

She giggled at him, trying to memorize how the man looked. Then she stared at his lower body. "You've

been working out."

She knew the man was already fascinated by her. She let his clothes go and then she put her arms

around his neck. As their face got closer and closer, she said, "You're so hot... the hottest man I've ever

seen."

She sniffed deeply. The scent of a man made her exclaimed, "You smell so good!"

Brandon was a bit displeased. He tried to ignore the girl's compliment because he knew she was

drunk. She had no idea what she was saying, or she would never say a man's sweaty body smelled

good.

He wanted to get rid of her hand. As soon as he touched her, the texture of her smooth skin irritated

Brandon again. Her wrist was so slender and smooth. He could almost grab her two wrists with just one

hand. The tender skin was as creamy as butter.

Brandon was turned on in every way: her scent in his nose, her charming face in his eyes, and her

coquettish groaning in his ears. He was swallowing like a hungry wolf, keen to know how the girl tasted.

Her smooth arms were rubbing her neck. She was staring with clear and dull eyes. Brandon knew the

girl was "special"... she was like poison men couldn't resist.

Coco had hooked up with enough man in the past few years. She knew how man would react to this.

Men like Brandon were all hypocrites. They were conservative on the outside, but slutty inside. They

were just restricted by the so-called "moral concepts". Somebody had to lift the restrictions for them.

As for how to lift their restrictions... actually, it was very simple. Just pretend to be a pitiful little slut and

try hard. Their nature would sell themselves out soon enough.

Coco was trying to be a pitiful little slut now. She was trying to pull the man closer to her, but the man

was still struggling. He wanted to get rid of her. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

"Please don't!" Brandon was pissed off by his own physical reaction. He scolded her as if he was

training a new recruit.

Coco pouted and said, "Why are you so fierce? Do you just yell at me? You're so bad! You're a really

bad guy!" She sounded as if she would cry out in any minute.

Having been in the army for almost forever, Brandon had never seen anyone cry for almost decades.

He didn't know what to do, especially when she was a woman.

Coco was still trying to shed some tears. Brandon didn't know where to put his hands, because the girl

was hugging so tightly him. He suddenly felt guilty, because he thought maybe he had done something

bad to her.

"You... stop crying." As Coco cried out, she was laughing at the man inside. He was so stupid. He was

too old to be an innocent virgin... at least Coco thought so.

Seeing the weeping beauty, Brandon finally gave up resisting her. She was just a little girl intimidated

by a fierce military officer. So he raised his hand to wipe off her tears.

"Do you... do you know who I am? Or do you remember any of your friends? I can call them for you."

Coco sneered as she heard the word "friends". She did remember a few names, but none of them

would be willing to be here except to share her body with Brandon. Other girls were afraid that Coco

would steal their boyfriends. Sometimes Coco would like to enjoy a one-night stand, but it was those

men who insisted they would be responsible for her. That was funny.