Page 37 of The Deadbeat DILF
“Take it off,” I said, covering his hand with my own.
“No.” He gave me a dirty smile. “It’s too pretty on you.”
I was about to argue — all I wanted was skin on skin, and I needed itnow— when he grabbed the neckline of the dress and tugged it down, the silk stretching as he exposed my breasts. The gentle blow of air hitting my bare skin made my nipples even stiffer. “Oh fuck,” he said, taking a step back. Even in the dim lighting, I could see the outline of his sizeable erection through his pants.
I wanted to ask him to take his clothes off, but before I could, he pinched one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, making me moan. “These are perfect,” he murmured. “The prettiest shade of pink.”
“M-more,” I managed. “I need more —”
My words were cut off with a gasp as he lowered his head to the lick the other nipple, his tongue impossibly warm andsoft. Heat pooled between my thighs, and I could feel my core pulsing. I needed him inside me. I wanted it so bad.
I took his hand, pulling it away from where it played with my nipple and drew it down to the hem of my dress. Robert didn’t hesitate. He shoved his hand up under my dress, and when his fingers brushed my panties, he groaned against my breast.
With experienced fingers, he pulled my underwear off and gently touched me in my most private spot.
“Fuck, you’re already wet.” He slid a finger up and down the drenched slit, then caressed my clit. My entire body went taut as he drew gentle circles around it, and I couldn’t help the moans escaping me.
He leaned down, crashing his lips against mine, muffling my gasps of pleasure.
I grabbed at his back, digging my nails into his back, probably scratching him a little. I didn’t care. I just wanted more. All of my patience, all of my self-control, had gone out the window.
He broke the kiss to my dismay, but quickly made up for it by kissing a line down my jaw and then burrowing his face in my neck. I’d never thought of my neck as particularly sensitive, but the way he kissed and sucked at the soft skin made me feel like I was on the verge of orgasm. Soon I was writhing beneath him, moving my hips as I tried to get him to touch me more.
“Uh,” I gasped, my chest rising and falling as he caressed my pussy. “It feels so…so good.” I reached for him, tugging at the hem of his shirt. “I want to see you.”
“If I take my clothes off, it means I have to stop touching you.” He pressed his thumb against my clit, as if to emphasise his point.
My body jolted, but I didn’t let myself get distracted. “Please,” I begged. “I have to see you. I need to see your body.”
He let out a low laugh, but did as I asked. As soon as his fingers left my body, I missed them, but my attention was quickly drawn away as Robert placed his fingers into his mouth. Oh, shit. He was tasting me, licking his fingers clean.
Afterwards, he pulled his shirt off in one swift motion, exposing his perfect body, firm muscles and tight abs. The silver moonlight made him look like a statue of a greek god. He shucked off his pants too, revealing strong legs dusted lightly with brown hair. My eyes caught on his boxers. He was so hard, his cock was pushing against the fabric, needing to get out.
I reached out my hands, needing to touch that hot, thick length, but he pushed me back. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“But,” I said, trying not to whine, “I want to taste you.”
His eyes fluttered shut as he groaned. But he seemed to regain control of himself, and shook his head. “Nope. The first time I slide inside you, it’ll be in your tight little pussy.”
Jesus fuck, his mouth was filthy.
Before I could manage a response, he knelt on the edge of the bed, grabbed my legs, and spread them wide. For a second, I felt a burst of embarrassment at how exposed I was. But the room was dark, and besides, Robert was staring at me like he was starving, and I was a delicious dessert.
He started playing with my pussy again, deft fingers teasing my entrance. “You’re sopping wet, you know that, right?”
“It’s because of you,” I whimpered. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
He plunged a single finger inside of me, and instinctively, I clenched around it. “God. I can’t wait to feel you squeeze around me, just like this.”
I gasped as he pushed another finger inside of me, but it didn’t hurt at all. I was more than warmed up. In fact, I was growing impatient. When he curled his fingers, stimulating myG-spot, it felt good, but all I could think about was how much better it would be with his thick cock inside of me.
“I can’t wait any more.” My voice was high and unsteady. “I need you inside me already. Robert, please.”
His gaze met mine, so dark and intense, it made me shiver. “Anything for you, Angel,” he murmured.
Angel.
My pleasure must’ve been clear on my face, because with his free hand, he stroked my hair. “Yeah? You like it when I call you that?”
