Page 69 of The Deadbeat DILF
Robert wrapped his arms around my waist from behind as we stood in the foyer a few minutes after my mother left. “Are you okay?”
I placed my hands over his and nodded. “I’m just … surprised.”
Robert kissed my temple. “She was waiting outside when I got home. She was willing to wait for you to get home. She really wanted to talk.”
“I wonder what made her want to change,” I murmured as I sank back against his strong build, letting him support me.
“You don’t know what you have until it’s gone,” he pointed out. “You appreciate things when you don’t have them anymore.”
I turned around in his hold and looped my arms around his neck, my eyes meeting his. “I love you,” I said. “I want you forever.”
His face softened, and he kissed me slowly, his hands caressing the small of my back. As seconds passed, our kiss deepened and intensified, heat sparking from the movement of our lips.
“Baby,” he murmured, breath hot against my mouth. “I’ve missed you all day.”
“Take me to bed,” I said. I needed to feel him. I needed to feeleverything.
He picked me up by the back of my thighs and carried me into our bedroom, his breathing quickening as I kissed his neck and below his ear. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”
“A game I’ll win,” I whispered, before teasingly brushing the tip of my tongue along the outer edge of his ear.
He cursed under his breath before dropping me down onto the bed, and I landed with a small bounce. He unbuttoned his shirt and let it drop to the floor.
My eyes roamed over his broad body. His wide shoulders, the defined muscles of his arms, the light dusting of brown hair across his chest. Just looking at him made me feel like there was a fire between my thighs.
“You’re so handsome.”
His smile looked dangerous. “Take your clothes off now,” he said. “I need to see you.”
I didn’t waste any time stripping off my blouse and pencil skirt. The clothes fell to the floor, leaving me in nothing buta black bra and matching panties. Robert cupped my pussy, playing with it through the fabric of my underwear. “Fuck,” he murmured. “I can feel you getting wet.”
I undid my bra, and started to unbuckle his jeans, mouth growing dry at the sight of his growing erection that strained against his pants. He quickly shoved his jeans and boxers off, then crawled onto the bed. As he tugged my underwear down, his lips fluttered all over my body, leaving teasing kisses.
I ran my hands over his strong shoulders and arms, reveling in every touch he placed on my warm, sensitive skin. “Kiss me.”
He lowered his head, capturing my lips in a deep kiss as his hand slipped between my thighs. His fingers became quickly lubricated with my wetness, and he pushed two fingers inside of me, making me gasp. He thrusted them in slowly, the heel of his hand grinding against my clit.
My teeth grazed his bottom lip in a desperate bite, our moans mingling. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his thick length, stroking him as he continued fingering me.
“You’re driving me crazy,” Robert whispered to me as he bucked into my hand, his cock pulsing with need.
“I can’t wait any longer,” I voice, voice high with need.
Robert kissed along my jaw. “On your hands and knees,” he murmured.
I quickly obeyed, and felt him move behind me, one hand on my thigh, the other on my buttock, pulling to to the side to expose my pussy.
“You look so fucking hot like this.”
There was the tear of a condom wrapper, and a second later, I felt his cockhead bump against my entrance, and sparks of pleasure lit me up. He slid the tip up and down my folds, getting it all wet, and when he grazed my clit, I clamped my mouth shut, muffling a moan.
Slowly, he pushed inside, filling me whole, and not only did it feel so good, it feltright. He lowered himself, so his chest was flat against my back, but he was still careful not to crush me. He kissed my shoulders, then the back of my neck, which was so sensitive. I had to squeeze my eyes shut to keep control of myself.
“You feel so amazing,” he murmured, voice vibrating against my skin.
I reached behind me, found his hand, and guided it to the front of my body. When I brought it to my breasts, he understood what I wanted, and started to squeeze and play with my nipples.
I gasped and moaned and writhed. “Don’t stop,” I said. “Please, don’t — ”
