It’s like chalk and cheese.
But my small softness against Brandon’s rock hardness is a perfect fit.
And I can feel by the grip he has on me already that my built-for-comfort body is gonna get one helluva workout.
And Brandon wastes no time in instructing me how it’s gonna be.
Between his low grunts and groans of satisfaction, as he undresses me, he growls single words like ‘beautiful’ and ‘perfect’ so many times it makes me surer than ever that I could get used to this.
Slowly unwrapping his after-dinner gift, which is me. Brandon tutors me, which makes a change.
I’m usually the one helping someone else understand something. But never anything like this.
“I’m gonna eat your little pussy, make you come until you beg me to stop,” he says in a firm tone.
I try to speak once his hands brush past my mound, but once his thick fingers probe my wet slit, he finds my clit in a second, and I know that words aren’t what Brandon wants.
His elbows have my knees propped wide, and half laying back on the ancient leather, I can’t help but feel an extra thrill to my senses.
The old leather and the smell of his cologne all mixed in with the rising scent of my essence.
My entire body is ready for Brandon, and I don’t think I’m gonna need an hour to come for him.
More like any second now if his hands keep moving like this.
I gasp and then groan loudly when he roughly yanks my panties to one side.
Hearing the fabric tear easily only adds to my increasing arousal.
I never knew I could be this horny, and every second Brandon’s with me like this, it only gets better with each passing moment.
He takes a moment to admire his prize, then gently parts my folds with his thick digits. I take a deep breath. Gripping his thick, silver-flecked hair tighter as he moves down to show me how just how that mouth of his feels on me down there.
I squeal so loud that I hope none of the other neighbors hear. But Brandon’s deep groans and grunts only tell me he likes what he sees as well as hears so far.
My whole body jerks and starts to writhe once his thick, warm tongue finds its mark.
Brandon hums a low growl, his whole mouth covering my sex while his tongue replaces his fingers, silently spelling out to me the true meaning of the word pleasure.
“Fuck,” I exclaim, whimpering, already feeling my climax rising inside me from his slightest touch.
Already struggling to contain myself, I feel my whole body giving way to his.
“Hmmm. We’ll get tothat,” Brandon whispers hoarsely, sounding way more interested in eating me out than he did putting food in his mouth over dinner.
Gripping my thighs with both hands, he pushes them even wider apart until his whole massive head’s pressed between them.
My grip shifts from his hair to his shoulders. And finding nothing small enough for me to grab hold of, I ball my hands into the cushions on either side of me.
Unable to process just how good he’s making me feel I feel my breath quicken.
“Brandon…Brandon,” I wheeze, trying to tell him just how close I am.
Trying to tell him something else too… I figure he’s gonna find out soon enough.
But damn, if the only sounds out of my mouth aren’t more animal moans and groans. We sound like a pair of caged animals.
But a guy with tongue skills like his?