Page 45 of The Deadbeat DILF
I smiled. “I just want to see you happy.”
His expression softened. “Everything is better with you,” he said. “I haven’t been this happy in so long.”
“Let’s ignore what happened tonight,” I said. “Just be with me.”
He kissed me. His lips were warm and soft, and there was no tongue, but it was still passionate. Like he needed me to sense how much this meant to him. I clung to his arms, letting myself sink into him. The nastiness from that evening melted away. We were in our own little oasis, where everything would be alright.
The following morning, we woke up spooning, with Robert’s morning wood pushing up against my ass. Half asleep, I pushed back on it. I did that for a minute or two, until I heard his breathing change. “Brooke,” he said, voice raspy and oh so sexy.
“Yes?” I replied innocently.
He groaned, then wrapped an arm around me, pulling me close. I grinded my ass against him, feeling him grow even harder.
“What are you trying to do?” he asked. “We’ve got to get ready for work.”
“I want to suck you off,” I whispered. I wanted to make him feel good. Especially after last night.
But I wasn’t offering just to cheer him up. I genuinely wanted to give him head.
In the past, some boyfriends had asked for it, so I did it to make them happy. It always kind of felt like an obligation. But this morning, I really wanted to. I wanted to look up at him and see his face go tight with pleasure. I wanted to hear him make noises. I wanted him to push his hand through my hair and call me angel.
“Please?” I said, turning around so I was looking him in the eye.
“You don’t need to say please. You never have to say please.” He gazed his thumb across my lips. “I have to admit that I’ve been fantasizing about seeing these gorgeous pink lips wrapped around me.”
I smiled, cheeks going warm.
Robert sat up, so his back was resting against the headboard, his legs spread, and I positioned myself between them. I could see the faint outline of his erection through his pajama pants, and when I tugged it down, his cock swung out. It was hard and flushed red, with some shiny, clear precum gathering at the tip.
My mouth watered. God, I wanted to taste him. I wanted to please him.
I wrapped my hand around the base and Robert hissed. Carefully, I moved closer, so my mouth was only an inch away from his pulsing length, then licked the tip.
“Oh,” he said, so softly, I almost didn’t hear it.
I started licking the sides, getting it all wet
Slowly, I licked the cockhead, teasing him and watching the muscles in his thighs tense. Then I started to ease it into my mouth, taking it inch by inch, careful not to graze my teeth on him. It had been a while since I’d done this, but from Robert’s reactions, I could tell I was doing a good job. His eyelids had lowered slightly, and his breathing grew labored.
He was so big that I could only take about half of him into my mouth, so I used my hands to stroke the rest of him.
He put a hand in my hair. “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”
Those filthy words in his deep voice made my pussy twitch. Encouraged, I started to bob my head up and down, coaxing low groans from him.
“Shit, baby,” he said. “That feels so good.”
I pulled off him to catch my breath. “Yeah?” I asked, still stroking him up and down.
He nodded. “Tap it on your tongue.”
I did, and saw his eyes darken. “God, that’s so fucking sexy.”
Ifeltsexy. I knew some women found giving blowjobs degrading, but pleasuring Robert made me feel powerful. I was in control of his pleasure, and the fact that he was enjoying it felt so rewarding.
I couldn’t help myself anymore. I slipped one of my hands between my thighs, and started to play with myself. He inhaled sharply.
I started sucking on him again while I rubbed circles around my clit, and he let his head fall back and rest against the headboard. “Watching you touch yourself is so fucking hot,” he said. “You like it, don’t you? You love sucking my cock.”
