This one is dedicated to @youlightmeupfinn I loved all of your work! I think you’re an amazing writer 🤍 I hope you’re reading this and enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. x.
Warnings: No plot. Straight up smut! Daddykink, Agegap (Y/N is 26, Tom is 59) VERY kinky.
tagging: @deanscroissant
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“You’re such a naughty girl, Y/N.” He breathed out. You didn’t care. You slammed your lips against his, your hands pushing off his blazer before unbuttoning the rest of the buttons from the dress shirt that he’s wearing.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been dying to do this.” You whimpered. Tom grabs you by the neck before pulling you away from the kiss,
“Guess what, little girl? Me too.” Another whimper escaped from your lips before he pulled you back for another kiss. As your lips were busy dancing against his, Tom had pushed you inside your bedroom before he closed the door shut with his foot and lock the doors.
Tom turned you both around as he slammed you against the door, kissing your neck, a soft moan escaped from your lips. He ripped your dress off from your body as he leave kisses down from your neck to your collarbone, to the valley of your breasts, then to your stomach. Both of his hands groping your full rounded breasts as he plays with them, and gives them squeezes. While leaving kisses down on your stomach, both of his fingers plays with your nipples. Pinching and pulling softly as you arched your back slightly with a moan.
“Oh! Daddy..” You whimpered. The result from his actions gives his ego a boost, a smirk splattered across his face. When he pulls himself up slowly, he lets his hands fall down, roaming around your body before they went around to squeeze your ass.
“Tell me what you want, princess..” Tom breathed out before he kissed your chin the to your jaw, anywhere but your lips. He’s such a tease. You moaned before you open your eyes as he connected his forehead to yours.
“I want you to fuck me, Daddy.” You bit your lip with a smirk.
“What a filthy mouth..” He smirked, “What do you think if your father sees you pinned against the door with me pressing against this sexy body of yours, his daughter begging to be fucked by me?”
You laughed, the smirk never leaving your face. “I’d let him watch you fuck me, daddy..” Tom couldn’t believe what you just said, if his smirk could get even wider, it would. He pulled you from the door as he roughly kissed your lips. This time, you decided to be in control. You turned him around before you pushed him to your bed.
A surprised expression across his face but he didn’t mind, his famous smirk came back as he pushed himself further to your bed. “Come on, be a good girl, and give daddy something.” You smirked.
“What daddy wants, daddy gets.” You spoke as you slowly took off the rest of your ripped dress, it was your favorite one but you could careless. You weren’t wearing a bra and that was what made him snapped. As you were about to unstrap your heels, Tom stopped you.
“Leave them. Take of your panties.” He demand. You bit your lip with a nod before you pulled your panties down and tossed it to him. You climbed to your bed, on all fours as you seductively approach him. Looking at the way you arched your back, your ass in the air, made his cock harder in his dress pants.
“Help Daddy take this off will you, little girl?” You nod your head as you unbuckle his belt before you unzip him and take the last two things that was blocking you.
His cock sprung free, slapping his abdomen. He let out a moan, your eyes widened. The man is huge. “Come on, little girl. Give it to daddy, and I promise I will return the favor.” He smirked. You licked your lips before you slowly grab his cock, softly massaging it before you place a kiss on the tip. Your tongue peeked out to have a little lick. It was a quick one but it still shudders his whole body.
“Don’t tease Daddy, baby.” He sighed.
You showed one last smirk before you open your mouth and put his tip inside. The warmth of your mouth, your tongue, your saliva, are the perfect combo for his cock.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head with a moan escaping from his lips. You bobbed your head up and down on his cock, your free hand rubbing the part that you couldn’t take in your mouth. You pulled away to spit out on his cock before your hands pumped him. Your hands would go down and play with his balls, it gives him the craze.
“Oh fuck, princess.. Fuck..” He moaned once you put him back in your mouth. Your hands still massaging his balls, your tongue plays with his tip.
“Fuck, stop. C’mere. Get on top of me, baby.” He stopped you by grabbing your hair, his cock slipped out from your mouth with a pop. Before you pushed yourself and climbed on top of him. He grabs you by the neck to slammed your lips to his, he roughly kissed you as you slowly settled down on top of his cock. Two fingers are settled against your cunt, he plays with it to get it nice and wet. His thumb teased your clit, a whimper escaped from your lips. His fingers slide down to find your hole, teasing them as it becomes wetter and wetter by the second. He pushed one index finger inside, a moan from you breaks the kiss.
Your hands are prepped on his shoulders, your eyes shut, as you arched your back. “Mmh.. Fuck, Daddy..” You whined. He watches from underneath you as he slide another finger inside. Another moan escaped from your lips, as he thrusts in and out in a slow pace.
“Mmh.. Yeah Daddy, just like that.. Don’t stop. Oh!” You moaned when you felt him pushed his finger further inside your cunt before he curled them.
“You like this, baby?”
“Oh! Yes, daddy..” You whimpered. The squelching sound from your cunt could be heard aside your small moans. He quickened his pace as the squelching sound gets even more bigger. His cock gets even more harder than before, he couldn’t wait to slammed your tight and warm cunt to his cock.
“Mmh.. Daddy please! Gimme your cock, now! I want your cock!” You cried.
“Yeah? You want my cock, now?” Tom teased, his fingers still dancing inside of you.
“Yes, yes please!” You begged.
When he quickly pulled out his fingers, his hand instantly grabs his cock to position against your entrance before he thrust his hips, and lower yours then slammed his cock inside of you. Moans of relieve escaped from the both of you. Your knees dig to your bed cushion before you place your hands on his chest. You lean forward to his neck to give kisses all over it.
“Mmh.. Daddy, you’re so big..” You moaned in his ear.
“Oh fuck, princess..” He grunted.
“Come on, have your time. Bounce on it, use my cock to fuck yourself.” He smirked, his eyes droopy. You whimpered before you lift your hips to bounce on his cock.
You watched as he placed his arms behind his head as he watched you fuck yourself on his cock. The sight was a such to be seen. Your breasts bouncing up and down as he grabs one and plays with it giving you more some kind of electric sensation that is sent to your cunt. You loved it when your breasts are being played.
“Oh! Mmh.. Daddy.. Please..” You moaned.
“Huh? What? Are you almost there, princess?” Tom teased as he grab your hips to stop you. By instinct you lean down to his neck before you felt him drill your cunt with his cock. You gasped as you placed your hands on his chest, your back arched as you faced your ceiling with your eyes closed.
Now, he’s fucking you.
“Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Daddy!” You screamed.
“Yeah? You like that don’t you baby?”
A knock was heard from your door, your eyes shot opened. You look down to Tom, worry on your face, as you bit your lip to stop every moan that your mouth could produce.
“Y/N? You okay sweetie?” And that, is your dad.
“I’m okay, Dad!” You exclaimed. Tom is still fucking your cunt, you let out a whimper when he hit a certain spot. Tom smirked before he bit his lip and angled his hips to hit that one spot.
“Are you sure? Why is it locked? You know I don’t like locked doors honey! You are currently staying in my house, not yours!” Your door knob shook due to your dad trying to get through.
You bit your lips really hard, blood starting to form out. “We’re almost there, Princess.” Tom breathed out before he pushed you to a laying position, him getting on top of you. Your legs spread wide, as he kept drilling your cunt.
“Yes! Dadd..-y! I’m coming in a minute!” You wailed. Your father kept pushing and jamming your door knob as well as Tom kept pushing his cock inside your cunt.
Tom rolled his eyes to the back of his head, before he put his face in the crook of your neck. Moaning in your ear, god the moaning. It makes you even wetter.
“Oh yes, Baby.. Squeeze my cock with that cunt. You’re so fucking tight.” He moans in your ear.
“You’re gonna cum for me, Princess?” You whimpered.
“Please, please Daddy.. Make me cum.” You cried in his ears.
“Mmh.. Fuck, Daddy’s gonna cum too. Come on baby, make a mess on Daddy’s cock!” Tom grunted in your ear, and just like that with a moan escaped from your lips, you didn’t expect this either, a squirt gushed out from your cunt. He looks down in surprise as he still drilling his cock in your cunt before he emptied his load inside of you with a grunt in your ear.
“Fuck.. Fuck..” He breathed out.
“Y/N!”
“Y/N!”
You watched as Tom looks down on you with a smirk,
“Now, you need to wake up, Princess.”
“Y/N!”
“Y/N! Wake up!”
You jolted up to find your Dad, with a worried look across his face. “Are you okay? You’re sweating and screaming in your sleep.”
You didn’t realizing that you were even panting. You cleared your throat before you sat up, on his couch.
Sweetie; part 3 Bob Floyd x F! Reader “Sweetie” 18+ minors please do not interact :)
(Bob gives me soft-dom vibes and this is a reflection of that feeling)
Series with @blimpintime, go check out the Jake "Hangman" Seresin x F!Reader story they’re writing, our stories are intertwined :) !!!!
As Bob pulls the bike back and forth through the streets, I silently hope that he can't feel my heart beating into his back. When we pull up to a stop light glowing against the dark sky he reaches his hand back and rubs his palm along the outside of my thigh. He has to know. I swallow dryly and move my hand to squeeze about halfway up his thigh. Bob stiffens against me and his hand stills before tightening its grip. When the light clicks to green he moves my hand, but instead of returning it to his waist he moves it lower.
Bob moves my arm to rest lower around his hips and I gently slide my other one to meet it. Bob's body is rigid as he pushes us forward and moves us down the street. As we pass the entrance to the port Bob rubs a hand across my forearm and shifts his hips slightly full of nervous energy. I think I can feel him half hard through his jeans but I convince myself I’m imagining it. That I am getting my hopes up. I try to just hold on a little tighter and enjoy the ride.
Bob pulls up to a dusty blue, shotgun house with white trim and a large porch. The porch is lit by multi-colored glass string-lights giving it an enchanted glow. The house was surrounded by a delicate chest high fence with a small gate off the side and a small driveway. There was a swing with matching pillows on the opposite side of the porch from the front door and a wicker coffee table in front of it. A few plants hang from the gentle slopes of wood between the roof of the porch up. Actually there were a lot of plants, one sat on the coffee table and there were a few placed tastefully along the rest of the porch. The tiny yard was mostly one large flower bed with a tree and hedges growing along the side. I can't help but stare, it’s so cute and quaint. For a man who dropped bombs for a living he had a very adorable sense of style.
We pull into the driveway and come to a smooth stop and untangle ourselves from each other, I slide off my helmet and hold it in front of myself. Bob stands and does the same then smiles softly at me before he speaks, “Would you like to sit on the porch?”
I’m surprised by the offer, then I realize Bob is giving me an out. I don’t have to go inside if I don't want to. We could sit on the porch like a courting couple and then he would offer to take me home before the clock hit ten, then kiss my hand goodbye again when he dropped me off at my apartment. I smiled up at him and tried to sound innocent when I asked, “I was actually going to ask to meet the Captain.” Bob smiled at the mention of his cat and took my hand and led me through his garden. As the lock turned in the door and the curtains in the window shuddered and a series of short demanding meows rang through the door. As Bob swings the door wide the little orange blur races slightly away before circling back to rub on Bob's legs and then turn and run again, then back to Bob's legs and repeat that until he sees me. The Captain approaches me and I slowly reach down and let him smell my hand to decide if I may stay. All of the sudden Captain rubs his cheek along my hand and I give him a gentle scratch before standing straight to see Bob beaming in my direction.
“He likes you. That means I definitely like you,” he explains and I laugh at the goofy cat-dad vibe Bob is giving off. He shuts the door behind us and we kick off our shoes and I glance around. The living room is made of mostly wood and wicker, with dashes of blues and greens.
“Make yourself at home,” Bob lifts the helmet from my hand and hangs both of ours on hooks next to the door, “Would you like some water? If you're hungry I could make dinner.”
“I’d be fine with some water if you don't mind,” I smile at him and gently sit on the edge of the couch as Bob smiles and makes his way towards the kitchen. I see a few posters on the walls advertising Surf Competitions from the 70’s and 80’s. Others were sun bleached promotions for a boardwalk full of rides and promising fun.
Bobs returns with two brightly colored glasses full of water and hands me one before settling down into the couch. I take a small sip of my water and gently set it down on the coffee table. I lean back and settle in next to him and he slides an arm around me. I blush at the contact and look up at him.
Bob smiles softly, “Would you like to watch a movie?” I turn towards him and he stiffens as I run my hand up his chest in an attempt to reassure him. I lean in slowly and place a single soft kiss on his cheek. His cheeks are dusted pink and his mouth is slightly agape but then breaks into a smile. It's his turn to lean in and softly capture my mouth. His lips are soft and I feel the slightest pickle of stubble on his chin.
When we separate he is smiling like a kid in a candy shop, “You kissed me.” His voice is a combination of breathlessness and surprise.
“How could I not,” I said bashfully. This makes him lean in for another kiss this time with a bit more passion. I deepen the kiss, our bodies moving closer and I feel a gentle hand slip cautiously onto my hip. I scoot a little closer and his grip tightens momentarily. We pull away and Bob rests his forehead against mine, as our panting breaths intermingle.
“Wow,” Bob finally manages to get out and I giggle. Bob squeezes my hip again and grins at me. “Would you like me to put on some music, Sweetheart?”
“As long as you have good taste,” I retort. Bob clasps a hand to his heart in mocking hurt before grinning and giving me another quick peck on the lips.
“I’ll find us something good Sweet Thing,” Bob says as he picks up the remote clicking on the TV and pulls up a playlist called ‘Sugar’ and presses play.
I giggle and put my hand over my mouth, “Bobby, do you have a sex playlist?”
He grins over his shoulder at me, “What if I do?” He drops the remote and closes in on me, forcing me to lean back into the couch surprised. He is pressed close and his tongue darts out along his lower lip, “What if I spent all day putting it together just for us?” My face heats up and his eyes dart down to my lips, “Do you think it’s a coincidence it's called Sugar, Sweetheart?”
Then he pecks my lips and stands, offering me a hand, flustered. I take
it. He pulls me up and into his body with ease. His arm snakes around my waist and he holds me firmly, “And I couldn’t help but notice,” he smiles at me hungry, “you keep calling me Bobby without knowing the consequences.”
My heart rate increases as Bob leans in to whisper softly in my ear, “Would you like to know the consequences Sweetheart?”
I slowly nod and Bob brings a hand up to cup my cheek and kisses me deeply, “Then let me show you.” His fingers interlock with mine and he gently kisses the back of my hand before leading me through the living room and kitchen to the bedroom at the back of the house.
His bedroom is cozy, there is a string of the same glass lights along the ceiling above the bed. There are more plants sitting in the window sill and short bookshelves full of books of all sizes and colors. His bed has a plush green comforter and white sheets. He pulls me back into him for another kiss and turns me so my back is to the bed, I softly lower myself onto it. Bob props one knee on the bed to lean down and hold our kiss.
He slowly pulls away and then gives my lips another quick peck, “Just a minute.” I watch as he gently shuts the door, presumably to keep Captain out. He grabs a lighter off his night stand and lights a few candles placed around the room, one on the nightstand, two on the dresser and one on the window ledge. I can still softly hear the music playing from the living room as Bob makes his way back in front of me. He gently kneels into the soft rug on the floor and I redden at the implication of his position.
He places a gentle kiss on my thigh still wrapped in my jeans and the other.
He looks up at me and smiles softly, “Is this alright?”
“Yes,” I whispered to him. His hands glide slowly up my legs to my hips. He gently hooks his thumbs through the belt loops holding me firmly and giving me a gentle squeeze. He leans up and kisses me slowly. His hands gently slide under the edge of my shirt. When his fingers connected with my skin I inhaled sharply. His touch is electric against me and my heart races faster.
“Would you like me to take my shirt off?” Bob questions gently.
“Please,” I plead, knowing what his skin feels like against mine I’d desperate for more. He grins at me and his hands leave my hips and grip the collar of his shirt and in one smooth motion pulls it from his torso. He’s slender and muscular but I'm more interested in the black ink etched into his skin.
He has two matching vines along his collar bones wrapping over his shoulders. There is a dagger on his sternum slightly below his pecs pointing down to stomach and small bunches of flowers along his hips. I hear Bob chuckle at me and I realize I’ve been staring.
“Do you like them? A lot of people don't expect it,” he laughs lightheartedly. I slowly reach my hand out and run my fingers along the tattoos on his collar and down to the one on his sternum and he shivers slightly under my touch. I giggle at him before he captures my lips in another kiss.
“Sweetheart, I don't think you know what you're doing to me,” he kisses me again before his hands return to my hips. Before he gently taking hold of the hem of my shirt, “May I?”
“Yes Bobby,” I say and then he’s gently lifting my shirt from my body when I remember suddenly I had decided not to wear a bra that morning. I blush as my breast is exposed to the cool air and I hear Bob emit a low groan in the back of his throat.
“Give me some warning next time Sweetheart, I think I almost passed out,” Bob chuckles. His hands slide painfully slow up my body coming to rest over my ribs, just close enough to run the tips of his thumbs just below each one. I shiver and softly moan, my body is already on fire and his ghostly touches are making me desperate.
“May I?”Bob asks again, I glance down. He admires my topless torso, seeming to enjoy touching me as much as I enjoyed being touched by him. I giggle and run my hands over his shoulders, over his neck, and to his jaw to tilt his face up to mine. I land one slow, firm kiss on his lips, which he returns with fervor.
“Yes Bobby,” his face lights up at my words and he kisses me again, this time sliding gently sucking and biting at my lower lip. As he kisses I feel his hands slowly move across the heaviest part of my breast and gently lift them to feel the weight. Then he gave them a gentle squeeze before his slender fingers found my nipples and I whimpered at the contact.
“Oh Shit,” Bob pulls away from the kiss resting his forehead to mine.
“No, that was a good thing, I liked it,” I rushed to explain, worried he thought he’d hurt me.
He looks up from my breasts and gives me a smile that is almost animalistic.
“Sweet Thing, I know how to tell when I’m doin’ a good job. I just didn’t think I could get any harder,” he says before leaning down to pepper kisses down the front of my throat, forcing me to tilt my head back. His lips connect with my collar bone and then slowly down his sternum. He finally moved his hands from my chest and moved my arms so that my hands are looped lazily around his neck.
His mouth finally makes contact with the sensitive skin between my breasts and then his head turns to each slide to gently place kisses on both of them. He then moves to kiss one of my pebbled nipples, then rolls his flat tongue over it. I moan softly and I feel Bob's lips turn into a smile before giving the same treatment to its twin. My hands find the short hair at the nape of Bob's neck and my fingers curl into it, earning me a soft moan vibrating into my skin.
“You sure you wanna go there baby?” Bob mumbles into my chest and looks up at me. My heart races as I move my fingers to tighten in his hair once again. At the tug bob's hands slide from their resting positions on my hips and up my back to curl a hand in the back of my, and give in a slow squeeze close to my scalp. I lean my head back into the sensation and I softly inhale.
“Oh Sweetheart,” Bob says playfully, “You're full of surprises too.” he kisses my stretched neck as hands wraps around my hips to pull me closer to the edge of the bed before his hand slides along my lower back, fingers dipping just below the waistband of my pants.
“I've got at least one more,” I smirk down at him in a moment of teasing confidence. His eyes snap back to mine in shock and then his face morphs into want.
“Tell me baby,” he sounds gentle, clearly thinking I'm going to give it to him for free.
“No way,” I smile down at him, “but i'll give you a hint.” While speaking I slowly run my hand over the dark ink on his collarbone and then down his sternum and back up. His eyes light up with realization.
“Where,” he smiles excitedly and I shrug in response. His face falls a little but I remedy that with a kiss.
“Find it,” I say with a smirk and then lean back on my hands.
Bob is on top of me in seconds pushing me back into the bed with one knee between my thighs and our lips connected. His hands roughly roam my body as if trying to feel for bumps in the skin. His hands make their way down to the front of my jeans but pauses a moment, I nod as we kiss and he's pulling them roughly down my thigh and continuing his hands in search. He pulls away to work my jeans the rest of the rest of my legs, leaving me laying in nothing but my panties, legs half spread as Bob looks me over.
He smiles and reassumes his position on his knees from earlier, kneeling in the rug on the floor. I lean up on my elbows and look down at him.
“Giving up?” I ask in a teasing tone. He smiles at me and gently pushes my knees apart and my heart starts to beat again. He gives me that same hungry grin from earlier.
“Not in the least, just wanna give you some incentive to just tell me,” He smirks as leans down closer to my pussy, only covered by a thin layer of fabric. He kisses my thigh to either slide, moving painfully slow. Then he finally starts to kiss the fabric between my legs, setting my nerves alight. I gasp and his hands find my hips and squeeze.
“Now do you wanna tell me Sweetheart?” I shake my head no at his question and he just smiles and kisses the fabric between my sex and his mouth again.
Bob hooks a gentle finger into the gusset of my panties, close to my dripping cunt. I feel myself clench from his fingers just being so close to where I really want them to be. Bob slides my panties off to one side and I see him smiling to himself.
Then he leans down and slowly licks my clit while keeping eye contact with me. I cry out softly and reach one hand for his hair but he grabs my wrist.
“No way,” Bob smiles coyly at me, “as much as I’d love to, this is a interrogation.” He licks at my clit again while simultaneously sliding two fingers through my wetness. He swirls his tongue in repetitive motions around my clit as I moan and move my hips towards his mouth. He places one hand firmly on my lower stomach to keep me still. His fingers move inside of me a curl to search for the spot that will unravel me. He knows he's found it when I fall back on the bed and both of my hands grip the sheets. He keeps moving steadily against my pussy, holding me steady and moving me closer to closer to an orgasm.
I start to feel a hot coiling deep within me, I'm going to cum, but before I can even warn Bob he's pulling away. I sit up enough to see him smile at me and then go in for one last lick from my hold to clit. My sensitive folds twitch at the contact.
“Want to tell me now Sweetheart?” Bob asks, “If you do, I can finish what I started.” I consider my options and then slowly wave my hand indicating for Bob to move backwards. He moves enough for me to roll over, his bed is just high enough for my hips to settle comfortably on the edge and my legs still fall off the side.
I smile to myself at the obscene view I'm giving the poor WSO. Ass in the air, wet pussy exposed by my panties being pulled to the side, and of course my one and only tattoo. A Valentine's candy heart asking him to ‘Kiss Me’ placed boldly on my left cheek. Bob is silent behind me, but I hear a soft shuffle and then feel warm hands slide across my flesh. I moan at the touch and move my hands back into his touch.
“Oh sweet girl,” he chuckles and his fingers tighten into my skin, “my sweet, sweet girl.” His lips connect with the place I knew my skin was scared with pigment and then to the other and then over and over again placing soft kisses down to the back of my thighs. His fingers pulled my thighs apart causing cool air to caress my warm pussy. Bob moves my thumbs and spreads my labia even further apart and I feel his warm breath panting against my clit before his pliable tongue moves over my it.
“Bobby,” I cry out and press my face into the comforter. It's soft against my face and smells like Bob, woodsy and light at the same time it has a unique undertone. Bob passes his tongue through my folds once again, and rubs my clit in small circles as and as his tongue worked its way into my convulsing hole.
Bob hums into my pussy and presses my hips into the bed, his face following. I moan as my body starts to heat up. Bob moans into me and he holds me a little tighter and I start to hear the wet sounds his mouth is making against me. I pressed my face deeper into the comforter and cried out when he pulled away again.
“Please sweet girl,” I heard him mumble as he pressed his lips into my soft flesh again and again. “May I?”
“Yes Bobby, please, just please,” I whimper into his bedsheets.
“Okay sweet girl, condom or no? I’ve got a vasectomy and I’m clean but it's up to you,” he kisses up to my neck and grinds himself into my ass, and I feel that he has stripped down to tight boxers. His body is hot and pressed flush to mine.
I turned to look at him over my shoulder, “Why the vasectomy?”
I feel him grind into me, then his arm snaking around my torso and then he softly grabs my chin to lean in and whisper in my ear.
“Cause sometimes Sweet girl,” I feel his boxers slide down and his cock comes to rest against my ass, “I can't help myself.” I moan and push myself back into him. He settles his cock between my folds, wetting himself before noticing his tip in me. I twitch around him and rock back slightly to push him into me a little further.
I feel the hand resting on my chin slide down to my throat and his other hold onto my hip. Bob murmurs in my ear, “Do that again and I might break you sweet girl.”
I test him and push a little further back, and he groans from deep in his throat. His hand on my hip slips around my body to rub my clit. As he makes contact he begins to slowly slide deeper into me. As I moan at the stretch of him his hand tightens slowly around my neck.
“Sweet girl,” he mumbles into my ear as he bottoms out hip flush against mine, “you squeeze me so well.”
“You’re so big,” I cry into the sheets. Bob chuckles a little and his hips move to give me one shallow thrust.
“Oh really sweet girl? Do you need a second to relax?” He purrs gently in my ear.
“No,” I choke out, “please Bobby give me more.”
Bob chuckles and pushes back into me, “I like it when you beg sweet girl. You sound so pretty and desperate.” Then he gives me another shallow thrust only pulling out an inch or so before sliding back in. He repeats this again and again. The pressure and the friction build and I feel myself tightening around Bob. His hand rubbing my clit presses harder and circles faster.
“Bobby please I’m close,” I say practically shaking.
Bobby grunts and thrust a little faster, “Hold on for me baby,” his grip tightens around my throat and he kisses along the back of my neck. He groans in my and his breathing comes in shorter and shorter breaths. His hips start to clap against my ass and I can tell he’s getting close.
“Let go sweet girl. Melt for me.” He grunts into my ear as I leave to go around him. My walls flutter and I almost go cross eyed from the pleasure. My body stiffened as my hips moved against him. I feel Bob pump into me a few more times before he holds me tightly, hand falling away from my throat to hold me to his chest.
We lay still and sweating through before Bob pulls out of me and places a few gentle kisses along my shoulders. I feel him move away from me and hear his bedside drawer open. I feel a soft cloth wiping down my legs and pussy. I roll half way onto my side and watch Bob wipe himself down.
He grins down at me before tossing the rag into the hamper in the corner. He walks over and leans down to kiss me gently on the lips.
“What else can I do for ya, sweet girl? Water, snacks, blanket?” he says with a winning smile. I giggle at his goofy demeanor and scoot up on the bed so I can get more comfortable.
“How about you and I curl up together,” I say. Bob's smile widens and he moves forwards as I scoot back, kicking the blankets for us to crawl under as I go. Bob slides in next to me and wraps me tightly in his arms, both of us still nude. He peppers kisses along my face and neck.
“Oh sweet girl, I think this is the best date I’ve been on in a while.” he huffs out.
I laugh softly at him, “ How long is a while Bobby?”
He smiles bashfully at me, “Going on two years.” I look at him a little shocked.
“You look like that, drive a motorcycle, and know how to treat a woman in bed and you haven't gone out with someone in two years?” I was surprised, looking up at him.
“Well,” he says smiling down at me, “I haven’t met anyone like you in the last two years.” I feel myself blush and I curl closer into him.
“You’re so cheesy,” I giggle at him.
“I think you like it,” he smiles, caressing my arm.
AN; Idk why this took me so long to write but here it is :) I also posted some of the songs that would be on Bob's sex playlist', it's kinda a weird mix but lmk what you think
