Dilf!Zayne x babysitter!reader…+18(mdni)
“This is-ah ah ngh,please-this is…so wrong…”
Your hands that were currently covering your face were trembling, not only from embarrassment and pleasure, but from the force behind Zayne’s hips.
Dressed in nothing but your pink socks, you were stretched out along the black leather couch with Zayne between your legs. Though his tie was abandoned the minute he stepped into his quiet home, he still donned his black slacks and dress shirt, pale skin of his chest exposed as some buttons remained undone. His chest heaved at the sight of you sprawled out below him, cute tits bouncing and pussy dripping.
“…you-you’re my boss, Mr. Li.”
“And yet here you are, presenting your tight little-ungh shit-little cunt to me.”
The still, dim living room was filled with the squelching noise coming from where the two of you were connected. Your slick spilled out each time you were filled to the hilt, drooling down the crack of your ass and onto the black leather couch. He couldn’t help but take a look at his cock spearing into you, smirking at the creamy ring that had formed near the base.
“Cute cunt loves making a mess, doesn’t she? Leaving her mark all over me.”
“Don’t talk li-like that…s’dirty.”
As your eyes teared up, you pressed the meat of your palms against them. Zayne sucked his teeth.
“Stop covering your face. Need to…needa’ see the look on your face as you fall apart on my cock. Fucked my fist at-at the thought of it…”
When you refused to pull your hands away, he growled in frustration before taking hold of your wrists in one of his hands as the other spanked the side of your thigh. The cry you let out was muffled by his mouth and his tongue swiftly found yours.
“Know it feels good, but you gotta keep quiet, darling.” He nuzzled the tip of your nose with his, soothing you. “Can’t wake the kids.”
The gyrating motion from his hips came to a stop as he smothered you in kisses. Rough and intense, it got to the point where you had to turn your face to the side to catch your breath. Even when you pulled away, he settled with nibbling the skin of your neck. All the while, he stayed inside you, his dick snug between your gummy walls.
With a whine, you tried fucking yourself on him, but Zayne immediately put a stop to it as he pressed you into the couch.
“Thought you wanted me to stop?”
His teasing tone didn’t go unnoticed by you.
Fine. Two can play that game.
“Is this your way of telling me you’re tired out? Should I get you a warm compress for your back?”
His face did that twitchy thing that occurs whenever he’s had his patience tested.
Slipping his arms underneath your thighs, your body followed his as he leaned back onto the heels of his feet. You didn’t think it would be possible but the position had you sliding down his length, the new position nearly making you go cross-eyed. Scrabbling for purchase, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, clinging to him.
“If you’re gonna be a brat, I’m gonna fuck you like one.”
Gone was the man who took his time to prep you. He maneuvered you up and down his cock, not stopping for even a second. You tried to keep your head from bobbing too aggressively from his ministrations. Each time his tip pressed against your cervix, you swore all the air would leave your lungs.
You took to hiding your heated face against his neck, quieting your sounds of pleasure. Your eyes burned until the tears began to fall. From the brush of his shirt against your perky nipples to the stretching of your cunt, the sensation was too good. Too overwhelming. You had never felt anything like it and you were ashamed of the moans he was pulling from you.
“What’s wrong? Don’t like that an old man is fucking you better than a boy your age?”
It was sad how right he was.
Though he spent long hours at the hospital and was a father of two little angels who were sleeping soundly upstairs, his physique was something out of a fitness magazine. Shoulders so broad they covered your figure entirely and muscles that you had never seen pronounced on another man’s body, he was a piece of art.
“Tell me-ah, shit…s’fucking soft…sucha’ tight little thing…T-Tell me what you want.”
Your pathetic mewling was music to his ears and the way you clung to him warmed something deep within his chest.
“Wanna-Wanna cum…ah ah ah…Need you…”
The order was simple and you followed it without much of a fight.
As you rubbed at your puffy clit, Zayne could feel how your cunt quivered around him, all while sucking him in, taking what he was giving you. Your toes were curling and your heels dug into his lower back. The fuzzy feeling brewing deep within you had your tummy clenching and your arm tightening around him, before you cried out.
He didn’t even let you cry out his name as he connected his lips to yours.
Your release gushed out from around him. Within his hold, he could sense how your thighs quivered, chest shaking with each battered breath.
He followed not long after, your squeezing cunt aiding him with his climax. Your thighs were left a mess, sticky with a mixture made from his seed and your slick.
He refused to ease out of you until you had calmed down. Once your breathing had returned to normal and the twitching of your hips stopped, he laid you back down, avoiding the spot that was soaked with your fluids. Without as much as a hurry, he pulled out, searching for your panties somewhere on the floor.
Through hazy vision, you watched as he cleaned you up before taking his doctor’s coat and covering you with it.
“I’m sorry about my comment from earlier. It was wrong of me to provoke you.”
Zayne hummed as he wore a pleased little smirk. Sliding his arms under you, he lifted you off the couch and headed for the stairs.
“It’s all right. I do enjoy when you step out of line…gives me a reason to fuck you back into your place.”
