Brad Shoots Softbank — Take Three!

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A Peaceful Gift from God

“Are you feeling any better, Angel?” Brad asked Angelina when she returned from her walk on the beach with Maddox.

“A little,” she signed as she rubbed her white linen dress over her swollen belly. “It wasn’t as much of a relief as I hoped it would be. But Maddox had fun and it felt good to get out and move around.”

“Are you nervous about tomorrow?” Brad asked as he wrapped his arms around her.

Angelina sighed again and melted into him as much as her protruding belly would allow. All of their plans had gone beautifully, almost exactly the way they’d mapped everything out. They’d had the family time and privacy they needed. The medical attention had been wonderful. Her brother and her obstetrician were here. Brad was ever the champion. But Angie was scared. She had never had so many good things happen to her so quickly and she was secretly terrified that her blessings account had been tapped dry. Ever since her doctor had told her the baby was in breech and had to be delivered by cesarean, she had been second-guessing everything she and Brad had done and all their plans for the future.

Brad knew from her silence that she was once again lost in the thoughts that had prompted her walk on the beach. Would anyone believe that Angelina Jolie, blood-wearing, knife-loving, bad girl of Hollywood was wary about a surgical birth. He placed a long, loving kiss on her forehead. “I’ll be with you, my love. I’ll never leave your side,” he vowed as he led her back to their room to rest.

The next night… James rubbed Angelina’s belly and gave her a wet peck on the cheek. “Who’s belly am I going to rub for luck now?” he joked. Angelina swatted him playfully. They stood together in the foyer of the lodge. Her bag was packed and sitting by the front door. Security was checking the perimeter and mapping out a quick, inconspicuous route to the clinic. The time had come. The next time Angelina set food in the lodge, the baby would be in her arms, not in her belly. If everything went well, she thought. As if sensing his sister’s anxiety, James took her hand and squeezed it. “Everything’s going to be great. She’s going to come out healthy and beautiful. You’re in very good hands.”

“I know,” Angelina replied in an effort to relieve her own anxiety. “Everything’s going to be perfect.”

At that moment, Holly was escorting Maddox and Zahara into the foyer. Maddox broke away from her and wrapped himself around Angelina’s leg. “You’re coming out today!” he exclaimed at the still unborn baby. Everyone, including Zahara, laughed at his outburst.

“Are you ready?” Holly asked as she rubbed Angelina’s arm. Angie nodded her response as she took Zahara into her arms. “When I come back, sweet girl, you’ll have a brand new sister,” Angie told her.

“I will too!” Maddox exclaimed.

“Yes. You will, too,” Angelina replied as she ruffled his hair.

Brad came through the lobby doors with Angelina’s bodyguard, Mickey Brett. “The coast is clear and the car is waiting,” he announced.

Angelina returned Zahara to Holly’s care, ruffled Madd’s hair again and kissed James good-bye before she let Brad and Mickey escort her to the car.

Angelina’s stomach was in knots as they made their way to the Cottage Medi-Clinic. She wondered if she was having contractions. Brad sat close to her, holding her hand, stroking her thumb with his as their car bounced along the road. Angelina looked out of the dark windows at the thick, heavy night. She had wanted her daughter to be born naturally in a sun-lit room in the lodge, not by C-section in an impersonal clinic in the middle of the night. But privacy and the baby’s health and safety had prevailed over aesthetics and wishful thinking. “This is for the best,” she reminded herself, “and everything is going to be perfect.” She turned away from the window and smiled at Brad. “Everything is going to be perfect,” she said aloud.

He kissed her and replied, “Yes, it is.”

When the car pulled in front of the clinic, the staff immediately sprang into action. Amid a chorus of “Mrs. Pitts”, Angelina was helped out of the car, escorted into the clinic, brought into a private room and prepped for surgery. Before she had time to miss him, Brad appeared wearing full surgical gear: cap, scrubs and booties. The face mask hung loosely from his neck leaving his brad smile and dancing eyes exposed to her view. Angelina couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“How do I look?” he asked as he struck silly poses for her. She giggled at his attempts to look sexy in a surgical cap and booties.

“Wonderful,” Angelina laughed.

“You don’t look so bad yourself. I’m liking the whole hospital gown look on you.”

“It’s sexy, yeah?”

“Very, very. You should consider it for our next premiere.”

A nurse interrupted their conversation. “We’re going to move you to the operating room now, Mrs. Pitt,” she said as she entered.

Angelina and Brad looked into each other’s eyes and took deep breaths. The masked faces of the surgical team surrounded her bed and moved her quickly down the corridor to the operating room. “How’s your stomach?” Dr. Rothbart asked as he walked beside her moving bed.

“Oh, much better. The antacid I was given is working well.”

“Good! Good! Now, everything is going to happen just as we discussed.”

“The catheter, the I-V, the monitors and the anesthesia,” Brad’s voice came from behind her.

“Right! And then the surgery and the birth of your daughter.” Dr. Rothbart paused for a moment and then looked down into Angelina’s eyes as they entered the operating room. “You ready for this, kiddo?”

“Yes,” Angelina answered nervously.

“Are you sure you don’t want the sedative?”

Angelina thought about it. Sedation would be really nice, but she’d read that it could complicate the procedure. And, she didn’t want to be zoned out when the baby was born. “No. No sedative.”

“Alright!” Dr. Rothbart exclaimed as he clapped his hands together, “Here we go!”

A Birthday to Remember by LoveGoddess

As I lay in bed waking from a very pleasant dream of my beautiful wife and kids, I hear a commotion coming from the kitchen. I lay there for just a little bit to absorb everything and think about the past year. It has
been the best and worst of times.

The year began with a painful divorce and ended with my dream coming true; a family. I can’t imagine my life without Angie and the kids. I know I would not want to spend my birthday with anyone else other than my very own family.

As I start to get up, the door opens and in walks Maddox with what I assume is breakfast. She is not far behind my little angel who is her walker. Angie picks her up from the walker and hands her to me. She helped Maddox put the tray beside me. Angie excused herself and went back out to get the rest of the breakfast which waited for me in the kitchen. The plate had a couple of pancakes and bacon. Angie whispered that she just didn’t want Maddox to carry too much since he insisted that he carry the tray in himself.

After the little explanation Maddox said “Momma can I sing now for Daddy?”

Angie said “ Yes sweetheart.”

Maddox started singing Happy Birthday. Angie and I joined in while my angel sat on my stomach and smiled.

I was in heaven for the first time in my life I knew pure happiness. It’s so wonderful to have the most amazing woman love me unconditionally and have children who think I am worth their love and adoration. I looked at Maddox who had the look of pure happiness while he sang to me and he was so proud to call me Daddy.

After the birthday song Maddox said “Eat Daddy I helped mama cooked this morning”.

Angie smiled and said, “You sure did.”

I kissed Z on her head and handed her back to Angie. I pulled the tray closer so I could enjoy my special breakfast. I told Angie, “This is one of the best days of my life. Maddox was a little too excited and I can tell that something else is up.

Mad looked at Angie who just smiled and said “Yes, go get it.” Maddox jumped off the bed and went running down the hall to his room and then back to our bedroom. He was holding a present and before I could say anything Angie said, “Maddox has been working on it for the past few months to give to you as a birthday present.”

Mad handed me the present. Through the wrapping I felt a frame. When I tore the wrapping paper away I was overwhelmed with so much emotion. The frame contained a picture that Maddox drawn of the family and above the heads of he had written,”Jolie-Pitt Family”.

I was holding Z and Angie held Mad. To my surprise, he drew Angie’s shirt up revealing only her stomach…which had a bump and wrote surprise next to it. I looked at Angie and she just smiled. Mad asked if I like it and I swept him up in my arms and told him I loved it and thanked him for my very special present. Mad asked if he can stay in the room and watch his Sunday morning cartoons and I looked at Angie who just winked and I said “Yes go ahead and turn on the TV, son.” I sat there on our bed with my son next to me and my lovely Angels cuddled on the other side of me. I stretched my arms to put it around Angie and Z and pulled them closer to me.

After a half an hour passed, Angie got up and said that she needed to clean up the kitchen and told me to stay there with the kids. I watched her get up and found myself staring at her very large breasts as she bent down to put Z on my lap. She arched her brow and told me to behave. She kissed me on my lips but it was not enough for me as I put my hand behind her neck to keep her there a little while longer.

While I kissed her lips my tongue slipped out to demand entrance to hers
and after I pulled my tongue back in my mouth I bit her lower lip to let her know that it was preview of things to come. She handed me Z bottle just in case she got hungry again; which she did about fifteen minutes later then she went back to sleep. I got off the bed to put Z in her crib. I stood there watching her sleep and told myself that I would do my best to be the greatest dad for Maddox, Zahara and the new little Jolie-Pitt.

I walked back into our bedroom to see what my son was up to but to my surprise he was already out the room and playing in the family room with the TV on. I then decided to go to the kitchen and see if I could help Angie with cleaning up. As I walked in the family room I saw Maddox and Sarah (the nanny) sitting together and watching the cartoons.

I asked if Angie was in the kitchen and she said no, Angie had told her that she was going to take her shower and get dressed. She also told Sarah to tell to keep an eye on Maddox and help him get dressed. Before Sarah finished her sentence I was already walking back to our bedroom as I told Maddox to be a good boy and do what Sarah says. I walked in our room closed the door behind me and locked it.

I was going to make this my extra B-day present for this morning. I heard the shower running and the thought of my lovely wife in there by herself, which was not acceptable.

I undressed and went into the bathroom. When I arrived I stared at Angie’s profile through the glass door. While the water ran down her body, she threw her head back revealing her supple breasts. The water dripped down her body past her small bump and then down those lovely long legs. I knew walking in that I would be treated to a special vision. I walked towards the shower, opened the door and slipped in behind her to help her wash up.

I felt the cool chill of the air when Brad opened the door. Then I felt his hands on my breast and I put my head back to his shoulder to just feel everything. He was massaging it gently preparing me for what was to come. I was starting to relax even more and wanted him to be inside me at that moment; but I knew that he had other things in mind.

His right hand left my breast and proceeded to travel and massage my
arms then our little bump and whispered,” Thank you for giving me the best birthday present I could ever have.”

I was feeling like my legs where about to go so I put my left arm and hand behind his neck to support me but I already knew that he would be holding me no matter what.

His hand went farther down to rub my **** softly at first which sent me to grab his head again to pull his face to the side so I can kiss him. The kiss was wild and so heated that I needed him to be inside me right at that moment. I asked, “No…” I pleaded with him “Please put your c*** inside me right now…” And he whispered to me in that husky voice to be patient and he will make this good for both of us.

I told him that I was close and he told me, “Go ahead, come for me baby.” Next thing I knew he started to rub my **** a little harder and started to pump two of his fingers inside of me. I told him,” That was not enough…” so he just came around me and kneeled down and he lifted right leg over his left shoulder and proceeded to lick and sucked my **** while pumping three fingers inside me. I was going crazy and I felt it coming deep down I was so close then it hit me, I screamed his name and put my head back. Tightly, I held his head close so he would not stop until I came and was finish.

An Unforgettable Night by HellaCrazyBo

Angelina. Boobs. Tight leather.

The perfect ingredients for a night of hard lovin’, Brad thought, as he watched his lady love from across the red carpet. Throw in some handcuffs and a whip and he got himself a very vivid memory of what he did last Saturday night. He grinned. They had celebrated her 30th birthday over the weekend, and let’s just say The Sexiest Man Alive gave The Sexiest Woman Alive one birthday present that he knew she’d never forget. Hee! The little scratch that she now sported on her back had been a remnant of that wonderful night, and just looking at it made Brad want to love her again…over and over and over until she screamed from another five minute ******. She didn’t know it yet, but the wicked man planned to seduce her again after the premiere was over. Brad couldn’t wait to get out of this superficial fishbowl. He didn’t really mind the horde of screaming fans, but the millions of camera lights flashing in his face drove him crazy. Though he and Angelina had promised each other that they would make an effort to stay clear of one other, Brad was finding it extremely difficult to keep that promise. His eyes kept darting over to the leather-clad woman who looked positively lethal in that tight-fitting, body-hugging dress. If looks could kill, he’d be one dead mother-F**KER right now. The provocative dress did much to accentuate that ripe and luscious body. She looked as sleek, dark, and powerful as the new Jaguar XL…

Which he planned on riding till dawn.

But that was neither here nor there. Chastising himself for his uncontrollable and lustful thoughts, Brad turned back towards the huge throng of fans and began autographing T-shirts, anything to get his mind off a certain voluptuous lady…

A WET N’ WILD LOVE
An inconspicuous hotel in CA. Later that night.

She was finally home.

After tucking in Maddox, Angelina sat in front of her dresser and began to remove her makeup. Then, when she had finished with that, she removed her leather dress and slipped into something more comfortable — a terrycloth bathrobe — while pacing around the spacious hotel room. She hated to admit it, but she missed Brad. Although it was nice to spend some quality time alone, she missed his touch, scent, and most importantly, his ability to make her laugh…among other things. She could always go to sleep since they had to get up early to go to Mexico tomorrow, but she didn’t feel the slightest bit sleepy. She felt alive. She looked out the window and spied a pool, isolated from the rest of the hotel complexes. It looked deserted. It also looked extremely inviting, especially after a long and exhausting day. Maybe a little dip in the pool wouldn’t hurt, she thought. Although she hated the water, it had been rather sweltering hot and humid today and nothing would feel better than the cool and refreshing water swirling around her. So, after giving it a few minutes thought, she headed out towards the pool.

With nothing but a towel since she hadn’t packed anything to swim in.

When she got there, she took off her bathrobe and slipped into the crisp pool, naked. She sighed. The water felt so good. She treaded the water, enjoying the warm night air on her face. Little did she know that a certain pair of blue eyes were spying on her…

Angelina was just reaching for the towel, when she heard an extremely familiar and masculine voice around her say:

“Leave it.”

She slowly turned around, half in fear and half in anticipation. Oh God, she thought, putting down the towel. He was back. She turned and looked at him.

Brad looked more than ready to @%&$ her again.

Angelina didn’t know whether to start weeping or rejoicing. She had no idea how he managed to find out where she’d been staying, but that was now irrelevant. He had found her and she knew he was never going to let her go. He had such an intense and dark look in his eyes that it almost frightened her. She noticed the fitted white tee he wore, which only emphasized his sexy, hard, and muscled body while a pair of jeans completed his look. She also didn’t fail to notice the growing bulge in his pants. She gulped and looked at him with wide green eyes. She was suddenly highly aware that she was nude and he was not.

”See what you do to me?” he whispered harshly, gesturing to his rampant ****. His eyes never left hers.

She smiled, but hesitantly. She felt cornered. Slowly, she began backing away, but to no avail. With every step she took backward, he took one forward. They continued this process until Angelina, without warning, ran to the other side of the pool. Smiling confidently this time, she wet her fingers with her tongue and began touching herself intimately. He watched as she kneaded her breasts then slowly let one hand travel down to her nether region.

And right then and there, she fingered and rubbed herself, never taking her eyes off his.

Well with that, Brad was done playing games. He began to go after her, chasing her until ran away, laughing in delight. She ran all the way back the way she came, towards her hotel room. She managed to reach the door, but Brad was too quick for her and by the time she tried to unlock it, he had already swooped in for the killing, so to speak. He pinned her against the door, blocking her with his larger frame. She turned around to meet her captor.

“You can’t run away from love, honey,” he said tenderly, tilting her chin up with one hand. Leaning against her, he kissed her deep. She moaned. She had certainly missed him. Without a second’s thought, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him deeper.

His calloused hands cupped her bottom cheeks, pulling it towards his groin and he rubbed his need against her, branding her with his touch even though he was still clothed and she wasn’t. Angelina moaned again. Even after her dip in the pool, she felt on fire again, especially the place where her thighs met. She was blazing with need. She resigned herself to the fact that he won — again. Sighing, she unlocked the door to her hotel room and let herself and Brad in.

Sauntering over to a nearby table, she poured herself a glass of champagne. Dipping and swirling her finger in the glass, she then, with a secret smile, slathered the liquid over both her nipples. Brad growled and lunged at her.

Seeing Brad’s intent to take her, she moved away, laughing with glee. However, she stopped laughing when she felt Brad’s hand wrap tightly around her slim ankle, causing her to fall. He pulled her towards him and lowered himself onto her. Once he had her pinned underneath him on the floor, his mouth closed over her nipples and suckled the remaining drops of wine, slightly nibbling a bit. Angelina moaned yet again, overwhelmed by the flood of sensations. She looked into his eyes.

“Take your clothes off,” she whispered saucily. Brad, being a good little piglet, did what he was told and discarded his clothes. Remembering what he put in his jean pocket, he took out a pair of leather straps and placed them on the table. Ignoring Angelina’s swift intake of breath, he joined her again, smiling cockily like the devil he was. She had another thing coming if she thought they were merely going to make love tonight. They weren’t.

They were going to have full on, hardcore sex.

Angelina was petrified. She started to say something, but was cut off when his mouth landed upon hers. He kissed her hungrily for a while until his mouth trailed lower to her neck. He nipped and sucked the fleshy column of throat.

“Mmmm,” Angelina murmured, giggling at the feel of his mouth on her neck.“ Are you a vampire, my dear?”

Brad stopped what he was doing for a moment and looked at her, grinning. “No, but I played one in a movie,” he said, winking. Then he resumed his ministrations.

Angelina chuckled and Brad smiled, loving the feel of the sound reverberating deep in her throat. She was so sexy and yummy and he couldn’t wait to spank her.

His mouth trailed even lower, pecking kisses here and there until he reached what he really sought, her lovely little puss. He licked it, laving it with moisture although it was already wet. Holding unto her hips, he began to feed off her, sticking his tongue there into her moistness, drinking her natural juices.

Angelina’s hips jerked off the floor. She tried to move, but his hands stayed her, forcing her to lie immobile and endure his torture. When he heard that she couldn’t take it anymore, he moved upwards unto his knees and placed her thighs on her shoulders. When she looked at him questioningly, he took hold of her hips again and slowly guided himself into her, forcing her to feel every inch of his penetration. She moaned, reveling in the fullness of him. When he thrust deeply into her hot and wet cave, she cried out from the immeasurable intensity of it. Within seconds, she climaxed, contracting wildly around his shaft, causing him to ejaculate.

Placing her legs and arms around his waist and neck, he carried her — while still inside her — to the bed and gently laid her down. Taking the leather straps, he bounded her wrists to the bedpost. And without further ado, he proceeded to love her and @%&$ her again, until she came and he came. An hour later, he untied her wrists and they cuddled until they fell asleep.

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