Page 40 of The Deadbeat DILF
“It’s great,” Robert said. “I can help you hang it up,” he offered, picking up the painting and carrying it over to the living room. He approached the back wall and carefully rested the painting on the floor against it.
“I’ll grab my hammer.” He disappeared into his bedroom. While he slept in my bed these days, a lot of his possessions still remained in the second bedroom.
“The package came with wall hooks,” I said when he returned, handing him one.
He took it. “Just let me know where.”
I waited for him to position the hook so the painting would be hanging in the right spot. “Right there. That’s perfect.”
He hammered the hook into the wall. Since I was standing behind him, I had a front-row view of his muscles moving underneath his cotton t-shirt. Every time we got in bed, I got to see those perfect arms and broad shoulders on top of me, and they’d quickly become my favorite part of his body.
He hung the painting on the wall, angling it until it was level. He took a few steps back, one hand resting on his waist. “What do you think?” He glanced at me over his shoulder.
I quickly jerked my eyes from his body to meet his eyes. “It’s perfect,” I said, my voice a little breathy.
The corners of his lips quirked upwards. “Were you just me out?” he asked.
My cheeks heated in spite of myself. “Maybe I should visit your work one day.”
He set the hammer down and approached me. “So you can ogle my coworkers? No thanks.”
“I won’t. My eyes will be glued on you.”
He chuckled, his hands coming down to rest on my hips. In one smooth motion, he picked me up and placed me on the edge of the dining table, moving forward so he was standing between my legs.
I slid my hands up and down his arms, then moved my hands to his abdomen. I could feel the ridges of his muscles through his t-shirt. My fingers drifted down, teasing him, and he groaned as I grazed his growing erection.
“Brooke,” he said.
“Yes?” I replied innocently.
He lowered his head, his lips colliding with mine in a heated kiss. Our hands roamed over each other’s bodies and he caressed my breasts while I played with his dick.
“Brooke?” he said, voice heavy. “Should we move this to the bedroom? I don’t want to break your furniture.”
I laughed softly. “It’s okay. The table can handle it.”
“Are you sure —”
“Robert,” I interrupted, curling my hands tightly around his dick in such a way, a low gasp escaped him. “I can’t wait. I need it now.”
His eyes flashed dark, and all his reservations melted away. He reached a hand between my legs, and pulled off my leggings and panties in one motion. The air was cool against my hot core.
“You’re already wet,” he murmured, sinking a finger inside of me, which made me twitch. “What turned you on so much, angel?”
“Watching you,” I said, parting my thighs more, welcoming the way he thrusted his finger inside of me. “Just looking at you turns me on.”
“Yeah?” he pulled his finger out and played with my clit.
“Yeah.” My voice was high and whiny. “I’m a whore for you.”
His mouth parted, and a question replaced the lust in his eyes. He must’ve seen the answer in my expression, because a second later, his mouth curled into a smile. “My pretty angelic whore,” he said. “I can’t wait to sink my cock inside of you.”
“Do it already,” I said.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “I don’t have a condom on me.”
“Same place in my nightstand,” I said.
