Dilf（A Secret Baby Bad Boy Romance）(122)

“Just in time,” I tell him, after an awkward, silent pause. I'm grinning as I reach for him and curl my fingers over his belt; I pull him inside the apartment, shutting the door with the ball of my foot as I go. He follows me with a smile, and that hunger I’ve come to know so well flickering in his eyes. Before I even have the time to gasp, he grabs both my wrists and turns my body around, making me lift my arms over my head as he pins me against the wall.

“Hello again,” he grins, the way his lips curl upward making my insides clench. My eyelids droop as he leans into me, my lips parting as our mouths touch. I run my tongue over his lips, breathing in his scent and allowing desire to take the steering wheel.

Suddenly letting go of my arms, he lets one hand of his fall down to my waist, the other going up my neck as his fingers run free through my hair. He pulls back from me and I open my eyes, locking them on his as I lick my lips with anticipation.

This time I’m the one leaning in, straining against the hold he has on me as our lips touch again. I let my tongue push the way into his mouth, and tilt my head sideways as we kiss in abandonment. My hands are running free over his chest, feeling the hills and valleys of his abdominals as I caress him over the fabric of his white shirt; my fingers go all the way down until they’re stopped by the hem of his pants, and then I just pull on his shirt, untucking it. I take my fingers to his collar and I tug on it as hard as I can, making the buttons pop out as I open my eyes and let them wander over the chiseled muscles on his chest.

Desire raging through my veins, I hurriedly push his shirt down his arms, my fingertips immediately finding the way to his bare chest.

With what sounds like a growl, he yanks on my hair, forcing my head back as his mouth goes to my neck. He lays harsh kisses against my skin, the hand on my waist going around it and over the curve of my ass. A moan climbs up my throat and explodes into the air, my hands going around his body and to his back. I feel his warm skin as my fingers go down, and then I just push my hands underneath his pants, feeling his hard buttocks against my skin.

If I’m being completely honest with you, which I am, trust me , I never once in my life imagined it was possible to feel this kind of crazed lust. I mean, when is too much, too much?

My hands leave his ass and I focus on his belt, unbuckling it and pushing it out of its loops with a quick movement. I waste no time and go straight for his crotch, flattening the palm of my hand against his already hard cock, massaging him over his jeans. I start tracing the contour of his bulging with the tip of my index finger, but I stop suddenly. Screw this, I need to feel him right now!

I unbutton his pants as hard as I can, his cock pulsing against my fingers as I take care of the buttons. He starts kissing my neck harder and, when I’m finally done, starts nibbling at my skin; I flatten my hand again, the only barrier between me and him being his boxer briefs. Well, why wait, right? I hook my fingers on the hem of his underwear and push it down, both his pants and boxers sliding down to his knees.#p#分页标题#e#

"Someone’s pretty horny," he says, almost laughing. Oh, he has no idea how horny I am right now… Just as much as he has no idea what I was doing before he got here.

"I am horny," I tell him, my fingers curling around his massive cock. “And you can’t imagine how much.” My pussy pulses as I grab him, anticipating how it’s going to feel when he’s deep inside of me; I’ve fucked him a lot of times already, but I still can’t get past the fact that he’s freaking huge. Whenever we fuck, I always get surprised when I find that I can actually walk afterwards.

“Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea on how horny you are… But now I’m here to solve that, Ash,” he tells me as his hand goes up my side, his long fingers squeezing my right breast as he stops kissing my neck and locks eyes with me. There’s a wide grin on his face, one that holds promises of moans and screams before he’s done. It’s not as if that’s a surprise, though; I always moan and scream when I’m with him. Always.

Taking both hands to my back, he undoes the clasp on my bra; his fingers go over my shoulder blades and, grabbing the straps, he pushes them down my arms. The cups droop over my breasts and then finally fall over as he lets go the bra, allowing it to float down to the floor. Moving fast, he leans into me and wraps his lips around my right nipple, sucking eagerly as he laps at it with his tongue. I run my fingers through his hair as he sucks, my head thrown back as I sigh heavily.

Changing breasts, he now devotes his attention to my left nipple, this time applying just a bit more pressure. I grab him harshly by his hair, pulling his head against my tits and forcing him to suck hard. He does it eagerly, sucking on one nipple as he squeezes the other breast, but then he pulls back with a grin.