She immediately gave into the kiss, moaning as her soft lips parted, accepting his tongue in deep and demanding strokes.
Brent groaned as his cock throbbed, his hands lifted to tangle in her hair, tugging her hair back roughly allowing him to deepen the kiss in his almost feral madness to consume her completely.
Her tongue danced with his, sucking and stroking giving all she’s got, though she was amateur at it. And that only made him want her more. His fingers tightened in her hair and she gave a raspy moan to it.
Her nails dug into his flesh, leaving hot pricks of pains that only had him aching to consume her more.
Brent was deeply going Crazy, his cautious mind reminding him to stop it before things went too out of hand and went far.
Fuck! She will be the death of me.
He pulled back, breathing heavily as their lips audibly pulled apart. Unable to pull away from her, he kept their forehead pressed together, breathing in one another, panting from the efforts to catch their breaths.
Even then, Brent wanted to go in for more, because fuck breathing. Who needed it ?
Tiffany was desperately gasping for air, her face flushed a sexy red and lips swollen to a dark ripe pink.
Her emerald eyes were darkened with lust, pupils almost fully dilated as she stared back at him in shock and desire.
I knew she liked it.
She was so fucking beautiful that it left an actual physical ache in his chest.
“You okay ?” his asked. His voice husky from the kiss and the pain of supressing his arousal.
Tiffany shook her head, still breathing hard and unable to speak yet.
His hands clenched around her waist. “Do you want me to stop ?”
It definitely was going to kill Brent if he stopped but If she wanted him to stop. He’d really do anything she’s asked.
Her eyes lazily scanned his face, lingering on his lips, before he gave a small sexy shake of head.
Thank fucking God
Brent groaned and ducked down to take her lips in another drugging kiss, when her hand rested on his chest stopping his actions.
“Let’s get home first. I-i-i…
Brent smiled ” I understand”
He carried her out of the lake, and brought her clothes to her.
Their clothes were halfway getting dried, but Tiffany thought it was better than to make out in an open space like that. Although it would get dry before the arrives home, the air would.
Soon they were home, Tiffany could swear Brent drove at his highest speed. She blushed heavily at the thought of it.
Brent couldn’t wait before they could get inside, he scooped Tiffany off her feet, heading into the apartment.
Tiffany couldn’t tell where exactly they were heading to, as Brent took her lips making her lean into him and engrossed with the kiss.
She only realised they were in Brent’s room when her back landed on the soft bed. She was too engrossed to take in all the details of his room, but she knew it was his room. It screams proudly “This is Brent’s room!”
Brent’s calloused fingers slid under her shirt, fumbling and playing with her bra straps. Meanwhile Tiffany slowly unbottened his shirt, fingers sliding beneath it to trace his v-line.
“Oh my god” Tiffany gasped, eyes glued on his front body.
Brent paused to look at her.
“Do you chug protein for Breakfast, lunch and dinner, if not why the hell are you so ripped ?”
He laughed and bent to kiss her. “Practically.”
Unable to resist, he ducked down to capture her now swollen lips, sucking hard and biting down.
She let out a surprised, guttura whine, arching into his mouth. Her nails dug into his shoulders, probably leaving souvenirs. It was fine with him, he could always wear them like a badge of honor.
Needing to touch more of her, his hands left her thigh and glided up, over her hips pulling her lose top up with it and baring her smooth silky skin.
His fingers traced the contours of her soft stomach, palm pressing firmly against her belly and inching up slowly as his mouth probed and fucked hers in deep, gentle thrusts.
He swallowed her moans as the tip of his fingers grazsed her bra, teasing and rubbing the undersides of her tits through the stretchy fabric.
Palm against her ribs, his fingertips slipped under the material, brushing against warm, supple flesh. Tiffany tensed in his arm, mouth slowing it’s dance as she processed his touch.
“Lift your arms up” he commanded her, already pushing the shirt up her body. They made quick work of her shirt, and then he reach behind her to effortlessly unclip her bra.
” I would just forget the part of you being good at that” Tiffany murmured under her breath.
He smirked and pulled back to survey her.
Holy Fucking shit! Tiffany Molly Freudian had a fucking fantastic body!
Brent cursed feeling his dick hard and ready to burst out from his shorts. He was halfway adoring Tiffany’s body, the urge to suck every part of her was strong that he ignored his raging cock and feasted on her breast lavishing them with the attention they rightly deserved.
He would have been happy to keeping sucking her perfect mounds, but there were other parts he needs to explore. Namely her pussy. Of course they were calling to him.
He trailed his kisses from her breast, down to her quivering stomach, earning a satisfying moan from her as she arched her back.
He was face with her pretty red panties, looking up, their gaze locked and he gave her a wicked grin, tugging at the small bow with his teeth.
Brent smirked, fucking loving the way her face flushed as she watched him. He kissed the smooth skin above her panties beifr reaching for them.
Time to do what he fucking came down for.
“Raise you hips for me, Tiffy” he said, hooking his fingers around the waist band of her panties.
She paused and did exactly what he said. Eyes still connected, he tugged the cutton down her hips, and all the way down to her legs. Bundling and throwing them next to his shirt on the floor.
Her chest raised and fell in desperate heaves, as her sight never left him. Anticipation and a little bit of Apprehension in them. She was nervous, and he knew.
It would be a lie if Brent didn’t just feel him came in his pants like a virgin church boy, when his eyes rested on Tiffany’s wet and pink pussy .