DILF

Her body responded to him as if it was designed exclusively for him, and in a way, it was. She belonged to him in every way that counted, and he fucking loved it.

He loved seeing the way she looked at him.

The love she had shone in her eyes like a beacon, and it all belonged to him.

“I want to marry you,” he said.

He heard her gasp and then her fingers were in his hair, tugging him back up so that he had no choice but to stop kissing her body.

“What did you just say?”

He smiled, dropping another kiss to her lips. “I want to marry you. I want you to belong to me in every single way.” His ring on her finger was the only way he was ever going to be satisfied. “Oh, I also want us to have a baby.” He pressed a hand to her stomach. “Would you like that? To have my baby here?”

“Yes.” She sounded a little breathless and he knew he had her, just as she had him.

He was smitten when it came to Lisabeth. “But we don’t have to rush at that. You need to finish school, start your life. I’m not going anywhere. We have all the time in the world.”

Moving back down her body, he rested just above her pussy. Spreading her thighs open, he stared down at her open cunt, and saw she was already soaking wet.

“Is that a yes?” he asked.

“Is what a yes?” “You’re going to belong to me. Marry me. Become my wife. Have my children … make me the happiest man in the world.”

“Yes.”

“I didn’t hear you.” He pressed his lips against her swollen clit and sucked hard.

“Yes.” She screamed the word out and continued to repeat it. He loved hearing her cries and couldn’t get enough of them. “Yes, yes, yes.”

He smiled against her pussy, sliding his tongue down to plunge inside her. Even though he fucked her multiple times a day, she was still so fucking tight. He couldn’t get enough of her.

She was an addiction he didn’t want to get rid of.

Up and down, around, and over, he licked, sucked, and drew her to the point of orgasm. She writhed on the bed, screaming his name, begging him to not stop.

His cock leaked copious amounts of pre-cum. All he wanted to do was fuck her but as he drove her to the edge of her sanity, he decided to play a little dirty.

David stopped, not giving her a chance to come.

“What are you doing? I was so close.”

He sat at the head of the bed. “Come and sit on my cock. Show me how my woman will ride me.”

She looked ready to murder him but she was always up for a challenge. She straddled his waist, gripping his cock.

He put his hands behind his head and allowed her to do all the work, watching, waiting.

With the head of his cock at her entrance, he watched and waited for her to sink down onto his shaft. He gritted his teeth to try and control his arousal but it wasn’t any good. He was holding on by a thread.

She slammed down on his cock, taking him to the hilt within her tight pussy. If she’d not done so when she had, he was going to grab her hips and fuck her hard. She lifted up on his dick, only to slam back down.

Lisabeth did this a few times with her grip on his shoulders, holding on as she fucked him.

He wanted nothing more than to touch her but first he wanted to see her out of control, desperate, begging, needing him. He could give her exactly what she wanted with the touch of his hands.

“That’s it, baby, fuck me. Show me how much you love my cock inside you.”

“I need your hands, David, please.”

“I like it when you beg.”

She smiled at him. The temptress was right there for him to see. “Please, David, please.”

He gave her a few seconds more of pleasure and pain until he finally caught her hips.

Drawing her up off his cock until only the tip was inside her, he slammed her down, taking over, showing her exactly how to fuck him.

“Yes, yes, this is what I want,” she said.

“Good. Now make yourself come all over my cock. I want to feel it and to see just how dirty you can get.”

19

Several days later

Lisabeth felt on edge, and she knew she didn’t need to be, given the fact they’d already told Rachel. But that didn’t mean she still wasn’t freaking out.

Lisabeth cursed inwardly as some of the spaghetti sauce splashed up and landed on her arm. She grabbed the ladle and started stirring while turning the heat down with her other hand. David was downstairs in the wine cellar picking a bottle for dinner tonight.