Bonnie smiled at his efforts. "Naughty boy," She giglged and pushed his mouth away from her. "Can you do me a favor?" Her eyes narrowed but her sultry smile still remained.
"Yeah."
"Can you go to Taco bell? I'm starving." She whined, a little pout to go along with it.
"Yeah, sure." Brent trotted back to his car and drove out of his driveway, his mind only filled with images of Bonnie's naked body, how her curves looked so nice against his tile backsplash, how her nipples were soft and how her piercings were so cold...
"Can I have a number..." Brent blinked, looking at the drivethrough board. Was he really ready to drop another thirty bucks on this girl without even getting anything in return?!
"Are you still there, sir?" The cashier asked.
Brent sighed. "Yeah, I'll just have one of everything. And a Baja blast." He took his card out again and wheeled to the window.
First thing was first, when he was getting home, he was getting some groundrules for this mystery chic. I should be getting laid by this girl, not being bossed around. He tossed her food into the front seat and sped home, quickly running into his house and into his room.
Bonnie was sitting upright on Brent's bed, wrapped in his dark red robe. His golden initials, that were etched onto the right breast side, stuck out sharply in the television illuminated room. Small candy wrappers were strewn around Bonnie, and her smile was clearly present in the eerie greyish blue glow of the room. "Oh boy, you're back!"
Brent tossed her food bag and her drink onto his desk before pulling her body over to the edge of the bed. "I'm just about tired of you." He snarled at her, her face still had the same dumb grin as it did earlier, his threats had been in vain, it seemed.
His lips landed on her bare unprotected neck and only worked down, his hands untying the string that held his robe together and admired her beauty. She looked like she was carved from marble, each inch of her succulent body needed to be touched, to be kissed. He'd never felt this way about anyone before, and judging by how it made his straining boner feel, he wasn't sure if he liked it...
He kissed all the way down to her crotch, and just when he was about to start his way back up, her hand slid into his hair, pushing his head towards her clit. His lips collided first before his tongue darted out and tentatively licked her. He didn't have any idea of what to do, but somehow Bonnie still held his head in place.
He sucked on a little of her skin before moving twards her hole, lapping gently at the arousal that escaped. The noises she was making were driving him absolutely crazy, so much so that he couldnt hold back any longer and tried to shove his whole tongue into her.
Her hand pulled his head away from her, she was a little breathless, her face was flushed red. "Get a condom." She directed.
He quickly stood, pulling off his shirt and kicking off his pants and shoes before standing before her in just his underwear. He reached into his bedside drawer and pulled out a condom, trying to tear the package with shaky hands while Bonnie laid there, watching him and tweaking her nipples.
"I don't do this for just anybody, y'know." Brent sighed as the latex slipped over him.
"Well I'm not just anybody, now am I?" Bonnie giggled, opening her legs for him.
Brent lined himself up with her leaking hole, rubbing it around slightly before pushing in, letting out a groan as he did so. She was tight, there was no doubting that, but there was something about her that said she wasn't a virgin.
Her hand slid between her legs and rubbed her clit while he started to quicken his pace.
"Mmm," She moaned, her eyes locked on him.
Brent was just mesmerized with her eyes. He couldn't tell witch one he liked more, the brown or the blue eye, that kept staring at him. He grabbed onto her hips and started to go faster, making her screw her eyes shut and her hands gripped the bedsheets.
"Oh Brent," She mewled, her legs wrapping around him.
A warm feeling pooled deep in his stomach and he blew his load quickly, almost without warning. He thrusted inside her a few more times before pulling out, her sticky secretions on the end of the condom and his load still inside the rubber.
Bonnie took a deep breath in and pulled her (his) robe shut around her. "That was nice." She sighed before pulling the tacobell bag onto her lap.
Brent peeled off the condom and laid in bed beside her, watching the mindless TV that she put on. "What just happened?" He asked the universe.
"Oh nothing too major," Bonnie replied, motioning to the screen to her soap opera with one hand and holding a taco in the other. "He's just having an affair with the gardener."
