Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world-Chapter 96: Something very important

-_- "Leave, you bitch."

Florence sighed dramatically "Eiraaa. That’s no way to speak to the woman who birthed you, clothed you, raised you, taught you how to braid your hair."

"Anyway, I came here for a very, very important stuff."

Brandon blinked, exchanging a confused look with Eira. "Important?"

"I don’t trust her," Eira muttered.

"But if I don’t open the door, she’s going to try climbing through the window next."

With an exaggerated huff, she stood up and walked to the door before opening it.

Florence stood there with a dazzling smile, holding a tape measure looped around her neck, a pen tucked behind one ear, and a small leather notebook in hand.

"Ta-da!" she beamed. "Time to take Brandon’s measurements."

Eira blinked. "For what? Why?"

Florence busted into the room "Of course, to buy him clothes, I want his accurate measurements, so I can buy clothes."

Eira’s lips twitched in frustration "You just want an excuse to touch him? Don’t you?"

Florence didn’t deny it.

Instead, she turned to Brandon with an innocent expression. "Shirt off, please."

Brandon coughed. "...what?"

"Come on, dear, I need accurate measurements," she said, twirling the measuring tape around her fingers.

He hesitated for a second, glancing at Eira.

She glared at her mother "Fine. But I’m watching you."

"Oh no," Florence smirked, "how terrifying."

Eira crossed her arms. "You should be scared. I know where you keep your wine stash."

Florence’s eyes narrowed "You wouldn’t dare."

"Try me."

Brandon, caught in the middle of their verbal sparring, gave a chuckle and awkwardly tugged his shirt over his head, revealing a toned chest and defined arms that immediately drew Florence’s attention.

Eira’s eyes widened slightly looking at the genesis mark on his chest ’So that’s where his genesis mark is..’

Florence also noticed it and smiled in her heart.

Before he could even set the shirt aside, Florence pounced... literally.

She closed the distance in a heartbeat and wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug that pressed her curvaceous figure against his bare torso.

"Oh, dear, you have such a good body," she murmured, her voice dropping to a sultry purr as she snuggled closer, her cheek brushing against his chest.

Her hands slid up his back and her fingers splayed over his shoulder blades before drifting lower to her waist.

She rubbed herself against him shamelessly and she swayed her lips, her breasts pressing firmly against his ribs.

Brandon froze as he tried to process the sudden onslaught. "Uh... Florence..."

Eira hurriedly grabbed Florence’s waist and pulled her back "You whore, just take his measurements and leave."

Florence stumbled slightly but caught herself, letting go of Brandon with a dramatic pout. "Ok, ok..."

Brandon smiled dryly, seeing their antics.

Rubbing her ass, Florence looped the tape around his shoulders to measure.

"Hm. Broad. Good symmetry. Trim waist. Not bad at all," she murmured as her hands slid from shoulder to arm, pressing the tape in place with far more care than was perhaps necessary.

Brandon was quite embarrassed as her fingers caressed his chest "Uhm..."

"Oh hush, I’m a professional," Florence said airily.

"A professional pervert," Eira muttered under her breath.

Florence ignored her and bent forward, wrapping the tape around Brandon’s torso.

Her head was very close to his chest now.

"Hold your breath for a second," she instructed, casually planting one hand on his chest side to steady him. "Mmhmm... excellent."

"Mother."

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Your hand is still on his abs."

"Oh? So it is. Purely for artistic reference."

"Your thumb is circling."

"That’s how you get precise curvature measurements."

Florence gave a very unapologetic smile and wrote something in her notebook.

Eira groaned and plopped onto the bed with her face in her hands. "I can’t believe I have to share a bloodline with this woman."

Florence hummed, crouching to measure his inseam next. "Oh, I’m just doing my sacred duty as a loving mother."

Brandon, still flustered, stood frozen like a statue while Eira peeked at him from between her fingers.

Florence stood up and twirled the tape measure again. "I’ve got what I need... for now."

She winked at Brandon, "But I’ll be back to check the fit of those clothes. Can’t have anything too tight... or too loose."

"Out!" Eira shouted, pointing at the door. "Take your notebook and your creepy hands and go!"

Florence sighed, tucking the pen back behind her ear "Fine, fine."

She blew him a kiss before walking to the door, and paused just long enough to throw a teasing grin at Eira "You’re welcome, by the way."

As the door closed, Brandon just sighed and walked back to sit on the bed.

Eira raised her gaze to look at his shirtless body and a soft blush spread across her cheeks.

"C’mere." She got down and pushed him onto the bed.

"Eira?"

With a smile, he got on the bed and sat on his stomach, straddling her legs on both of his sides.

Her weight settled onto him, her thighs clamping around his, and Brandon’s hands instinctively landed on her hips as she pinned him in place.

She leaned down, her hair falling around them like a curtain as she captured his lips in a kiss.

Brandon kissed her back and gently sucked her lips as his hands tightened on her waist, pulling her closer.

Eira’s fingers threaded through his hair, tugging lightly as she pressed herself against him, her body molding to his.

When she finally pulled back, both of them were breathing a little harder with their foreheads resting together as they shared a quiet, intimate smile.

She sucked on his lips again and trailed her lips lower, kissing his neck.

Brandon sighed into her kiss and she lowered her head to his chest as her gaze fell on his genesis mark.

"Its.. gorgeous."

Brandon just chuckled and their bodies tangled naturally, legs intertwining as Eira pressed herself closer.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her tighter, the warmth of her body seeping into his as they melted into the cuddle.

Brandon’s free hand wandered, tracing lazy patterns along her lower back as his fingers dipped under the waistband of her shorts without hesitation.

The fabric was loose, giving him easy access, and he slid his hand further, slipping directly into her panties to cup the curve of her ass.

His palm pressed against her smooth skin and he gave a gentle squeeze, earning a soft hum from Eira.

"Getting bold..." she teased, her voice muffled against his chest, but she didn’t pull away and snuggled closer, her hips shifting slightly to press her ass into his hand.

Brandon smiled, his fingers kneading her flesh, savoring the way she fit so perfectly against him.

His hand roamed freely, squeezing one cheek, then the other.

She tightened her arm around him, her fingers digging into his back as they cuddled tighter.

Their bodies were flush now, no space left between them.

Brandon’s hand stayed inside her panties as he stroked her ass slowly, almost absentmindedly.

Eira’s leg hooked over his, pulling him even nearer, and she let out a contented sigh, her lips brushing his throat.

"Your ass cheeks are so soft..." He muttered, giving her a tight squeeze and she chuckled into his arms.

"Mhmmm.."