Tiffany’s eyes fluttered and open, she yawned, using her hands to close her eyes, preventing it against the little ray of sunlight that seeped in through the window.
Her consciousness kicked in when she tried moving, her body felt so sore, especially down there.
Everything from last night started replaying itself on her head, her cheeks turned red instantly. She sat up, her eyes roaming around the room.
Brent wasn’t present in the room, that was a good thing at least, Tiffany couldn’t handle the awkwardness that’ll ensue between them.
Just as she was about to get up, the door was unlocked from the outside, and Brent figure came into view, she was still gripping the quilt tightly.
“You’re up already? How are you feeling?” Brent asked, looking at her. His voice was deep and laced with tenderness.
“I’m fine” she blushed, looking everywhere but his face.
Brent went closer, sitting on the bed, close to her. “If you’re fine like you said, then I did go easy on you.” He whispered. His voice is low and sexy.
Tiffany shot him a glare, embarrassment evident on her face. She removed the quilt, trying to move out of the bed, when she realized she was wearing Brent’s shirt.
Of course Brent was taller and bigger than her. His shirt was big on her, swallowing her tiny body.
Tiffany frowned, all she could remember was passing out after they had sex. The memory of her wearing Brent’s shirt was very vague in her head.
She glanced at Brent, knitting her brows. “Did you…?”
Brent nodded, leaning into the bed.
This time, Tiffany’s face was all red from embarrassment. She looked away from him, sinking her face into the bed, using the quilt to cover her whole body.
“You can’t keep being shy. I already saw it last night” he smiled, snuggling into the quilt.
Tiffany shuddered, when she felt Brent’s hand sliding under the shirt, caressing her back body.
“Brent” she called, more of a moan.
She turned to see him looking at her, with a mischievous smile etched on his face.
Brent slowly pulled away the quilt covering them, he reached for her lips, kissing her softly.
His hand reached under her bare legs. He rubbed her clit, pushing one of his fingers into her core.
She was already wet.
Tiffany moaned, clenching her walls, around his finger.
“You’re already wet for me, why shying away then, hmm?” He whispered, licking her ears.
His lips went back to her lips, sucking, biting and nibbling on them, while his hands fucked her.
Tiffany’s moans were getting louder, as she couldn’t hold in the pleasure anymore.
Brent can be a killer. Her killer.
Just when Tiffany thought she was getting close to her climax, Brent withdrew his finger from her core, his finger was drained with her milky cream.
“Brent ?” She frowned, opening her eyes to look at him.
“Hmmh” he hummed, licking his finger.
The sight was mesmerizing, but Tiffany wasn’t satisfied. She was feeling empty, she wanted to be filled.
She was about to rant, when Brent kissed her, making her taste herself on his tongue.
He unbuttoned her shirt, slowly pulling it away. One tug with his towel, they went down.
Both of them were bare, feelin their skin against each other, as nothing was stopping them again. Brent reached for lips, kissing her passionately.
He would die to get a taste of her lips.
Tiffany still had a sour face, as she hasn’t been able to reach her climax.
Brent’s kisses trailed from her lips, down to her jaw, neck and all sensitive parts of her body. She tingled as Brent’s warm mouth sucked against her skin.
He grabbed her breast and squeezed it tightly, selfishly munching on it.
“Oh, yeah…Brent” she moaned.
Her moan skyrocketed, when Brent rubbed his dick head her wet pussy, using her fluid as lubricant.
He drove into her, hitting her G-spot in one thrust.
“Mmh, yeaaah..” she moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist, as he circled his waist, digging his dick into her.
Tiffany was once again thrown off guard, by the insurmountable pleasure she received from Brent.
Even if their relationship doesn’t work out, Tiffany would never forget the feeling of having sex with Brent. He made sure to engrave himself in her.
“Uh yeah, Brent! Uhh”
“Come on Tiffy, moan my name, scream my name. I want to hear it” he kissed her, fucking her harder.
Brent’s movements were fast and deep, causing slapping sounds in the room. His dick was all inside her vagina walls.
Tiffany could feel his dick growing bigger inside her every second, as he continued thrusting into her.
The pleasure was too much for her, so she tried escaping, sinking herself into the bed while tightening her hold around Brent’s neck.
He held her waist tightly, pushing himself inside her until she could no longer take it anymore.
Tiffany convulsed greatly, her panting heavily and rashes. Brent kissed her lips, still fucking her.
“Fuck! Fuck Tiffy! Don’t milk me like that. Ahh! Fuck!” Brent groaned, jerking inside her as he spilled his cum inside her.
Slowly pushing it all into her pussy, as he bit her lips, sucking and nibbling on it.
Tiffany moaned, still feeling hazy from coming down from her climax.
Brent broke the kiss, allowing her to breathe in air, his dick still stuck inside her walls. If only it’d be stuck there forever.
Tiffany’s lips were red and swollen. Her eyes moisty which seemed to be like that, each time they had sex. Her face is red like cooked shrimp.
She stilled when she felt Brent’s dick growing larger inside her.
He was aroused!
“No way, Brent” Tiffany snapped, staring widely at him.
Brent smiled and slowly pulled out. Making Tiffany’s walls miss his dick.
“We can go on for as long as we like, but … . you’re weak already,” he smirked, sniffling her hair, which was placed on his chest.
“You’re a beast!”
“Of course no. My body wants yours. I just want to keep doing this with you, Tiffy.” Brent gazed into her eyes, searching for something known to him alone.
Tiffany hummed, snuggling into his body.
“I’m sore. All thanks to you.”
“I can also make you crippled”
“Brent! You!”
She choked as the rest of the words were swallowed into Brent’s mouth, as he kissed her.