Dilf（A Secret Baby Bad Boy Romance）(168)

“No,” he says, the hard tone of his voice making my blood boil. “Your dress, take it off,” he commands me, peeling his fingers off my wrist and stepping back.

“I’ll do whatever I --” I start, reaching for his crotch again. He moves quicker than I could ever do, grabbing me by the wrist and pinning me down between the mattress and his body.

“You’ll do what I tell you to do,” he says, the words coming out firm and steady, no room there for me to defy him. “And you’ll thank me for it.” His hard eyes on mine once again, we battle for higher ground; I succumb easily, desire trumping everything else.

“I’ll do… what you tell me to,” I whisper as he goes back up to his feet, a pleased smile dawning on his lips.

“Good. Now your dress. Take it off.” This time I don’t reply; I simply take my fingers to my shoulders, grabbing the fabric there and slowly pushing the straps down my shoulders. My eyes never leave his as the dress falls down to my waist, my lace black bra revealing itself to him. As he takes in my chest’s tanned skin and the smooth curve of my breasts, I hook my fingers on my dress and raise my ass up from the mattress, pushing the fabric down my legs. His eyes follow the movement of my hands, tracing a downward line toward my waist and legs, and lingering for a while on my tiny lace thong.

I’m wet now, even wetter than when our lips touched for the first time. I never had anyone bossing me around like this… And I can’t help but submit, my body anxious to follow the commands of a man like him.

“Don’t stop,” he tells me, his voice still steady but betraying the raging desire that runs through his veins. “Your bra—take if off.” I take my fingers behind my back and unclasp my bra, the cups drooping over my breasts as I slide the straps down my shoulders. Taking it off, a shiver goes up my spine as I feel the cool air of the room lapping at my hard nipples, the rosy tips eager to feel his touch. I look at his crotch, the outline of his cock even bigger than before as he looks at my tits.

“Even better than what I imagined…” he whispers with a hungry grin, taking a step toward me. His fingers on my hair again, he forces my head back, his lips brushing against the warm skin on my neck. He goes down to my chest, softly hiking up my right breast with his mouth; parting his lips slightly, he wraps them around my pointed nipple, sucking it into his mouth. I close my eyes, suddenly feeling dizzy; a pleasant warm numbness spreads from his mouth into me, filling every single fiber in my body with a blind need for his cock.#p#分页标题#e#

His lips go down to the hollow between my breasts, and then up to the left one. I shiver again, his lips around my nipple as he presses down on it with his tongue. My pussy wetter than ever, I run my hands through his hair, disheveling it; unconsciously, I sway my hips from side to side, the wet fabric of the thong sticking to my pussy. I’m trying hard not to lose control, but it’s getting harder and harder to do.

Suddenly, Liam lets go of my nipples, standing up in front of me again. His face alight with deviousness, he runs the tip of his tongue over his lower lip, thinking of his next words.

“Do you want my cock, Vivian?” he asks me, my eyes immediately darting to his crotch just in time to see the bulging there pulsing and straining against the fabric of his pants, every inch of it calling to me. Looking up at him, I simply nod.

“Please.” I wanted to say ‘yes’, but the desire that burns inside of me bypassed the filter in my brain.

“Take my belt off,” he says, and my hands respond before my brain has had the time to process his words. I reach for him with trembling fingers, slowly unbuckling his belt and sliding it out of its loops. The leather against the palm of my hand, I let the belt slide down my fingers and onto the floor, my now empty hands waiting for his commands. “Go on,” he urges me, not bothering to be specific. He knows exactly what I want to do.

I start to unbutton his pants with careful deliberate movements, holding my breath as his tight boxer briefs come into sight, the thick contour of his pulsing cock making my head spin. As I undo the last button, I open my hand and reach for the bulging in his boxers, stopping just an inch away from it; I hesitate, afraid and fully knowing that I might lose all semblance of control the moment I touch him.

I sigh and go for it, telling the consequences to go to hell as my fingertips gently touch the shape under his boxers. I trace the contour of his cock in a upward line, only stopping when I meet the hem of his underwear; hooking my fingers there, I pull it down, sending both pants and boxers to his knees as his hard cock jumps into sight.