Page 22 of The Deadbeat DILF
Her expression softened. “Okay, I’ll stop teasing.” She hesitated. “Should I go? I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.”
I shook my head quickly. I loved Emilia, and I wanted to spend time with her. “No, stay, have lunch. I’m sure Robert would love to cook for you.”
Her eyes went wide. “And he cooks too?”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Cool, crystal clear water rippled around my body. The swimming pool looked similar to the one of the rooftop, but it wasn’t the same. It was larger, the edges blurry, and it was completely empty besides me and the man standing in front of me.
His strong hands were on my hips, his eyes intent on mine. I got lost in his brown irises, flecked with honey gold.
“We can’t,” I heard myself saying, voice breathy and high.
He leaned forward, so his lips were inches from mine. “Why not?” His voice was like gravel.
“It’s wrong,” I managed, my skin burning hot. I wasn’t sure why it was wrong, I just knew that it was. If I let it go any further, bad things would happen.
I tried to pull away, but his grip tightened. “If it’s so wrong, why do you want it so much?”
Before I could answer, his lips crashed against mine. Rough stubble scratched at my cheeks and chin, and it should’ve hurt, but I liked it. Pure pleasure flooded my body. It was like I’d been thirsty for days, and I was finally getting a sip of water.
I parted my lips, unable to resist, and felt his tongue against mine. He slid a hand up my body, and shoved my bikini top out of the way. As he kissed me hard, his hand played with my breasts, tugging and playing with my nipples, making me gasp into his mouth.
That’s when I noticed his long, hard erection digging into my belly. I looked down, and it was so obvious through the thin material of his swim trunks.
My mouth watered. I needed it. I neededhim.
I made a whimpery sound, and he seemed to understand what I was thinking, because his eyes flashed. He lifted me up in one swift motion, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling the outline of his cock bump my ass. “My pretty little princess,” he murmured. “Look at how easily I can carry you,” he murmured, voice so low, it vibrated against my ear. “And this…” he lowered a hand, and it grazed against my bikini bottoms. “This is going to be so tight around me.”
He rubbed my slit through the swimwear material, and my entire body clenched up. I was probably soaking.
Oh god. He was going to fuck me.
The truth was, I wanted him to fill me up. To stretch me out, then to pound into me. He wouldn’t have to treat me like a princess. He could be rough, like I was nothing more than a toy —
“What if someone comes?” I whispered.
“No one will,” he assured me. “We’re the only ones here.”
“B-but —”
“Shh,” he said, quelling my fears with a brush of his lips against mine. “Just relax.” Even through the material of my bikini bottoms, when his fingers brushed my clit, it felt like skin on skin. I moaned aloud.
“You want it?” His voice was deep and rough.
All I could do was nod. I wasn’t capable of forming words. I grabbed at his arms — those perfect biceps I admired so much — and dug my fingers into his skin. Iached.
“Y-yes.”
He pushed the material to the side, exposing my wet pussy.
“Beg for it, angel.”
“P-please.” I was losing my mind. “P-please fu—”
Something rang, deafeningly loud like a fire alarm. I jerked and glanced around the pool. What was going on?
The ringing grew louder and louder and louder. I turned back to him. “What —” I began, but he was gone, and the edges of the swimming pool melted away, turning into wisps of air.
