Page 41 of The Deadbeat DILF
He kissed me on the forehead. “I don’t want to leave you, baby.”
“Be quick,” I said.
I watched him go, then slumped against the dining table, so my back was flat against it, my legs hanging off the edge.
Was this real life?
In the future, Robert and I would need to hide condoms all over the house, so we could have sex wherever we wanted. On the couch. On the floor. In the shower…
Soon he was back, and I pushed myself up on my elbows, so I could reach over and shove his pants and boxers down. His cock sprung out, thick and hard, and already gleaming at the tip with precum.
He rolled the condom on, and I couldn’t ignore the way my pussy pulsed with anticipation.
“Fuck me,” I begged.
Without hesitation, he pushed his cock inside of me, my thighs hugging his hips as he bottomed out. He grabbed the underside of my knees and pulled me closer to the edge of the dining table, readjusting his angle so that he could thrust into me deeper. He held my legs open, rocking into me over and over, and soon the air was filled with the sound of skin on skin and my high moans.
How many times had I worked and eaten meals at this table? I never expected to have sex on top of it.
I’d never be able to look at it the same way.
“Yes … fuck, that feels so good,” I moaned as he drove into me harder and faster, hitting the right angle, making my thighs start to shake.
Robert looked down as his cock plunged inside of me. “God, I love watching myself disappear inside of you,” he said, his thrusts growing erratic. “This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Don’t stop,” I said, voice breathy. “You’re so…so fucking big.”
“You squeeze me so good and tight,” he replied, voice low, almost a growl.
The coil within me pulled tighter, on the verge of snapping. Did he know how much his dirty words affected me? Could he feel me throbbing around him?
I didn’t have him or any sheets to grab onto, and I was so close to orgasm. In the end, I grabbed my nipples, pinching them as he pounded into me.
“Fuck,” Robert said, watching me touch myself. He started pounding even harder, and the table shook underneath me.
I rolled my nipples between my fingertips, and the extra spark of pleasure pushed me over the edge as he slammed into me. I cried out in bliss, the sound echoing throughout my whole apartment.
His cock pulsed inside of me before spilling hard and deep. He exhaled shakily and planted his hands on the table on both sides of my hips, holding himself up over me.
I couldn’t even sit up just yet. Pleasure ebbed through me and faded into a tingling, warm sensation like I was soaking up the sun in a tropical paradise. We were both a sweaty mess.
“Maybe I need to order more artwork,” I said.
Robert chuckled and leaned down to kiss my sternum, slipping his hands under my back to hold me.
I carded my fingers through his hair, enjoying his embrace and how close we were. It felt right.
Maybe even meant to be.
“To you and all the amazing things you achieve. There’s no one like you.”
I blushed as I clinked my glass of wine against Robert’s. We sat at a small table in one of the city’s nicest steakhouses, the smell of freshly cooked meat and expensive wine filling the restaurant. It was busy on a Friday night, but Robert insisted we celebrate, because I’d just finished up a big case at work.
We’d settled out of court, but that was a good thing. Going to court was a lengthy and expensive process.
Robert had looked so proud when I told him about the case and insisted he take me out to dinner, which had surprised me. My friends and I had celebrated when we graduated college, or when Alison won a huge client or Emilia got a promotion. But apart from my friends, most people didn’t really care about my career achievements. My family certainly didn’t, and past boyfriends acted like me being good at my job emasculated them somehow.
I took a sip of my wine, enjoying its sweet, bold flavor. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do all of this, Robert.”
