Tiffany was so fucking wet and pink and ready for him. His dick jumped at the sight, wanting to bury every inch of itself inside of her and fuck her so hard, he’d permanently brand himself on the inside of her pussy.
On the other side Brent knew what he was about to do and was doing felt so wrong but deep down he couldn’t bring himself to stop it.
He quickly maneuvered her thighs so that they were resting on his broad shoulders, spreading her wide open for him. Her heels dug into his shoulders blades as her fingers clenched the sheets of the bed.
Everything about her was so intoxicating, her scent which smelled of strawberries and vanilla, making him want to devour the whole of her.
He looked up to her face, their gaze locked, filled with the same passion and lost. There seemed to be a kind of conversation passing through them.
He smiled and leaned down to kiss the inside of her thigh, nipping and sucking the soft flesh.
“Uh! Brent!”
Tiffany jerked when his lips first touched her, crying out as her hand shot for his head, quickly entangling them in his hair.
He circled her pulsing clit with his tongue, making her thighs tremble against his shoulder.
Brent groaned at the taste of her, pressing his lips firmly against her.
“Oh God,” she whimpered as his tongue struck her flesh again.
He continued to tease her, circling her clit and making her hips rock into his mouth as she gasped and moaned under him.
Slowly, he fucked her with his tongue, his fingers digging into her thighs to get his own desire under control. He forced himself to ignore his own burning need, and instead savor the taste of the woman right in front of him, under him.
Releasing her thigh, he brought his head down to her heat, quickly finding her entrance and circling it with his finger. She twitched under his grips, pressing into his finger.
While his mouth roamed her pussy, he eased one of his fingers inside of her, and she let out a small whine behind clenched teeth.
Tiffany was tight enough to make him groan, imagining just how fucking good she’d feel as she flooded his cock. He curled his fingers inside of her, rubbing against a spot that had her moaning and bucking against his hand.
When she was ready, he added a second finger. He alternated between stroking and fucking her with his fingers, still sucking and rubbing her clit with his tongue. She reached her climax in a matter of minutes.
“I-I’m c-coming!”
Tiffany’s full lips parted in a silent gasp as her eyes rolled shut, legs trembled as the orgasm hit her hard. Her thighs tensed, heels digging into his back and she stopped breathing altogether.
Brent felt her orgasm ripple through her as she pulsed around his fingers, milking them like she should have been milking my cock.
He pulled back to watch her, knowing she’d be sensitive for him to continue.
Brent, felt he was wrong about before – Tiffany was more beautiful now, than she’d ever been, caught in the grasp of a powerful orgasm given to her by Yours truly.
He felt powerful. He felt like a king. He felt right.
Tiffany gently removed her legs on shoulders and wrapped them around his waist. This was one, amongst the things she had always dreamt of doing with Brent, but didn’t know it would be so soon. She felt fulfilled and glad.
Brent moved back, hovering inches above her. He watched as his eyes slowly propped back open, meeting him in a sated haze.
Again, he felt that Familiar ache as he gazed down at her, watching her come down from her climax and feeling like he’d just won a super bowl.
It was So unlike him to feel like that after making a woman climax, Tiffany felt different but he couldn’t fathom.
Maybe because she was his niece.
Unable to resist her allure, he leaned down to kiss her and she kissed him back immediately. And this time it was slow and meticulous. The kiss was all about exploring and basking in each other’s company.
Even though Brent’s dick was harder than it has ever been, he felt a kind of satisfaction he could never describe.
Feeling happier than he has in a long time, he continued to kiss her, lazily pressing his lips to her and gently rubbing before deepening the kiss and stealing all of her air.
Long minutes passed before they reluctantly pulled away from each other. Tiffany’s eyelid fluttered open, her eyes a lot more clear and focused.
“You okay?” Brent asked, brushing away some strands of hair on her face.
She swallowed and nodded. “I think so. That was so…”
“Intense ?”
She nodded again, ” yeah, really intense. I never thought it would be like that. I don’t think I’ve never felt like that before.”
“Me neither.”
Brent regretted it the moment he said it because it sounded like a lie, given how he’s always surrounded by girls and is always fucking them.
Frowning, he rolled to the side, falling onto his back and staring up at the ceiling. Hopefully it was almost night time.
“I should go to the bathroom”
Her voice startled him, and he looked to see her grab her clothes, hastily putting Everything back on. Avoiding to look at him.
Brent knew it was going to be awkward between them, because of the family relationship that existed between them and he knew he should have said something to ease the awkwardness but common they were all adults.
He watched in silence as she went out of his room and closed the door.
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I’m working so much on these smut scenes. I edited more than four times, but yay this is good.
There’s so much going on in Tiffany’s head, I didn’t write that but I’ll make sure to write it in the next chapter.
I know this story should have been written in first person’s POV but I’ll make sure you understand it using the narrator’s view.
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Happy reading everyone ~~
Blue-Orchid.