“So Roman was gonna ask you out and you didn’t even bother to let me know, Is that fair?”
Tiffany remained silent, while she stared at Brent with confusion etched on her face.
Brent realized that she wasn’t saying anything and might not say anything, he shook his head.
“I’m sorry, it’s your life, do whatever you want with it.” He nodded, with that he turned around and left.
Tiffany took a deep breath, her gaze fixed on his back till he was out of sight. She couldn’t understand what exactly was wrong with him.
After he suggested that they should stop everything that was between them and let their relationship be normal like that of an uncle and niece.
Tiffany had been trying her best to suppress her feelings, even though it pained her heart, especially when she saw him flirting and making out with other girls.
Roman was a good guy, he was ready to hear anything she had to say to him, he cares for her. It was obvious that he had feelings for her, but Tiffany doesn’t feel the same way for him, she likes him as a close and caring friend.
It was unknown to her that Roman was going to ask her out at the party last night, she wasn’t aware not until she heard Brent yelling at him.
“You’re fucking kidding to think that, I’d let you date her. I suggest you trash that plan of yours!” Brent growled angrily, staring daggers at Roman.
Roman was confused, as he didn’t expect Brent to get so angry about what he told him. He tried to calm Brent down, but he was already mad, Shooking off his hand, as soon as they were on him.
This little incident drew the attention of the guests towards them, including Tiffany who was chatting with a few people.
She noticed the anger written all over Brent’s face and the tension between him and Roman. Not wasting any time, she ran to their side.
“Brent, what’s going on?” She asked, her brows knitted, as she glanced between Roman and Brent.
“Let’s get out of here.” Brent spat, grabbing Tiffany’s hands as he headed to go out.”
She followed him back home, even though she had no idea why he was so worked up over Roman asking her out.
Later that night
Tiffany was laying on the bed in her room, when the door was pushed open, revealing Brent’s figure. He seemed to just come out of the shower, as his hair was dripping with water and a towel tied loosely around his waist.
Tiffany gulped down, her eyes scanning over him, she was just watching porn, while thinking of him, a few moments ago, but why was he here?
“Can I help you with anything?” She asked, putting her phone down on the bed.
“Yeah.” He muttered, his breath heavy and gruffy.
Tiffany frowned, “With what?”
She didn’t even notice that Brent was now close to her, not until she heard him chuckle.
“Watching porn?” He asked, flashing her phone on her face.
Tiffany swallowed, his close proximity wasn’t helping at all, as her mind and head was flooded with claiming his lips in an intense breath, his hot breath was making it worse, as she wanted to feel his mouth on her body.
She nodded, and looked away from him, bringing her face down, just then did she notice his huge erection from the towel, she gulped down dryly.
He was temptation, pure temptation and she was ready to fall into it, just then the thoughts of him fucking other girls just the way he did to her hit her mind. Her stomach churned, as her heart became bitter.
“Who were you thinking of, when you were watching it?” Brent asked, using his knees to widen her thighs and probed himself between her thighs.
Tiffany’s breath became heavy, as she felt his bulge through the towel, rubbing between her thighs.
“I.. I.. I wasn’t thinking of anyone.” she stuttered, avoiding to look at his eyes
“You think I’ll buy that? Who were you thinking about?” He asked, and brought his gaze down to her thighs.
Tiffany’s silk nightgown was already halfway her waist, revealing her shaved cunt, and smooth thighs.
“Since you don’t wanna say anything, let’s know how down you are, and who could make you feel like that.” Brent smirked.
He brought his finger to her clit, and drew a circle on her clit, Tiffany shuddered with pleasure, swallowing the moan that wanted to escape her lips.
“You’re so damn wet, porn alone can’t make you this down. Tell me, you did think of it right?” He said gruffly, and licked her neck.
“What difference would it make, if I said what I was thinking of while touching myself? You clearly stated that we should end things, aren’t making it difficult for me already?” Tiffany stated, her eyes glistening with tears.
“I Know I said those things, but today, you got me angry and I’m taking it out on you.”
Without waiting for her to say a word, he claimed her lips, sucking on it like his life depended on it.
“Fuck! I’ve missed this-”
Even though Tiffany wanted to fight him and fight her urges, she found herself becoming jelly under his touches. She yearned for more which she hated, she was supposed to stop him from using her to satisfy himself, when he clearly doesn’t care about her feelings.
Brent used his hands to rip off her gown, exposing her jade like skin, with one tug, his towel was off his waist. He brought his mouth down to her erect nipples, sucking and licking it, while his now hard and fully erect dick, teased her wet core.
Tiffany moaned, unable to hold in the pleasure, it was as if Brent was touching her for the first time, his touches were sparking electric down her body, teasing her sensitive skin.
He widened her thighs with his knees and his dick so hard and ready that his precum dropped on her opening. Without notice, he slammed into her, her wet entrance welcoming him with a clench.
“Fuck!” He cursed, his thrusts fast and hard.
Tiffany coiled her legs around his waist, as she pulled him closer, her fingers pulling his hair.
Brent reached for her lips, as his thrust became faster, not giving her a breathing space. Tiffany moened, loud enough that she was sure it could be heard by someone in the living room. Luckily, Brent lived alone.
“You’ll only think of me and no one else.” Brent muttered, going deeper and harder, as he sucked her lower lips.
“I will only think of you and no one else.” Tiffany repeated, through a hazy voice. She clenched her walls, earning a loud and sexy groan from Brent.
Tiffany could feel her climax building up, just then Brent flipped her, making her lie on her stomach. He positioned his dick on her entrance and with one push, he went in.
“Ahhh , why the fuck are you this tight?-” Brent growled, going slowly with his thrusts, the next moment his thrust became faster and harder.
When Tiffany could no longer hold in her climax, she convulsed, clenching Brent’s dick as if wanting to milk him all out.
Brent groaned, his dick getting thicker inside her, just then, Tiffany came, her cum glistening down Brent’s dick.
Brent quickened his pace, diving deeper and harder until he couldn’t hold it in anymore, with few thrusts, he shot his loads inside her, a pleasured groan escaping his throat.
Tiffany smiled, as she felt his warm release inside her.