I feel like Dilf!Matt would always put his hand around the back of your neck whilst reassuring you.
But it’s that sort of dominance that gets you turned on—he’s saying such gentle words to you but the same hand that’s on the back of your neck, was the same one that pushed your head into the mattress while he fucked your cunt.
Dilf!Matt always treats his girl with respect—but to an extent. I do think he can be toxic in the sense that he wouldn’t allow certain phrases.
Say you decided to respond back “what?” in a snappy tone—Dilf!Matt wouldn’t answer you and this would lead to you just staring over at him while he gives that look.
He has that sort of dead stare that highlights his eye color even more in my opinion. Because they all have such unique eyes and lowkey because Matt’s sleep deprived(me too💀) I feel as though him just talking to you regularly is enough to make you turned on.
Dilf!Matt would let you lick up his neck as his hands tangle in your hair
You’d be begging for a baby but the both of you know that the time isn’t right for that fully—Matt knows you really just wanna be full of cum.
sex god. that’s what you’d use to describe matt. cocky, attentive, a fucking tease. he knows how to use his mouth and hands just as he knows how to use his dick. almost like it’s a sport he’s really good at.
languid strokes, sloppy kisses on your clit, taking your folds between his lips and pulling on them lightly — all while holding eye contact. though sometimes, he gets lost. in your taste, in your scent. he could cum by eating your sweet cunt and that would be completely fine for him.
and his cock? not dramatically large, but it’s big. thick. fat head. veiny. it drives you fucking crazy, sends you over the edge. you roll your eyes and nearly drool at the thought of it. he knows how to use it. his movements are calculated; when to abuse your hole, when to slow down, always patting the tip on your dripping folds before sliding in. plap, plap, plap.
he fucks you like you’re his only mission he must get right. legs thrown over his shoulders, knees bent to your chest. it takes the air of your lungs when he drills in at the perfect pace. he fits all the way in. you feel him, in your guts, rearranging them with each plow. your toes curl. you’re his match.
or, he’s spanking your ass cause he loves how it jiggles against him when he’s behind you. matt loves to pin you down — ass up, face down, using your hips for leverage. to guide them back and forth, using you as his personal fuck doll. and you don’t mind, you’re fucked out, too far gone in ecstasy.
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