Page 36 of Dating the DILF
“You want to do the honors?” Her brow crinkles until I hand her one of the foil packets.
She snatches it from me and I move to a straddle position, across her chest, and start roughly stroking myself. She quickly rips open the packet and then her tiny hands are rolling the condom down my length. She bites her lip and stares at my dick with the kind of concentration I have never seen before. When she has finished, she places a kiss on the tip and then grins up at me.
“I’ve never done that before.” The pride in her voice makes me laugh, but when she gently squeezes me, my laugh quickly becomes a groan.
I settle myself between her legs, and just like last night, my need for her makes it impossible to take this slow and I thrust into her forcefully. She wraps her legs around my waist, her feet drawing me closer as she meets me thrust for thrust.
The room fills with the sound of skin slapping against skin and Charlie’s moans become louder the faster I pound into her. I duck my head down and take her nipple between my teeth, pulling roughly with every drive forward. Her hands thread through my hair and she drags me back up until our mouths come together, a mess of tongue and teeth. I swallow each of her moans, telling her how good she feels, and when she presses her head back into the mattress, her eyes squeezing shut and her pussy chokes my dick, I lose control. Relentlessly, I slam into her, chasing my own orgasm. When it comes, I bury myself inside her as deep as I can get, grunting out my release before falling on top of her.
She taps my back and mumbles something against my chest forcing me to roll off her.
“Sorry about that.”
“You have nothing to apologize for. That was totally worth a little suffocation.” She grins at me, her eyes glinting wickedly.
“Give me a sec.” I jog to the bathroom and get rid of the condom, hurrying back to Charlie.
She curls into my side and kisses my shoulder. “I need to say something.”
“Okay.” A wisp of dread curling in my gut.
“You lied to me.” I start to deny it, but she cuts me off. “Not an outright lie, but a lie of omission. Youknewwhat you left out of the story was important and something I should have been told and you need to know I won’t be so forgiving next time.” She tilts her head back to look me in the eye. “So, don’t do it again.”
“I won’t.” I roll to my side so we’re lying face to face. I let my eyes drop to admire her tits briefly before moving back to her face. “I thought we were over.”
“So did I.” Her confession hurts. “But I heard what you said, and when I watched you walk out, I realized that I was losing you because I was too scared to risk losing you, which is just ridiculous.” She shakes her head.
“You can trust me.” I lean forward and brush my nose against hers. “I promise we’ll figure it all out.”
“I know,” she whispers. “Wait, where’s Lulu?”
“My dad is spending the night at my place.”
“The whole night, huh?”
I wrap my arm around her and drag her closer. “The whole night.”
“Hmmm… what could we do with all that time—Oh God.” Her drawn-out cry is the last thing I hear before her thighs clamp around my ears.
“Do you have a ’gina?” Lulu’s question breaks the silence that had been lingering while we eat our food. I quickly glance at Charlie who is looking slightly horrified and I wonder just how much she is regretting accepting my dinner invitation.
Charlie takes a deep breath and lays her cutlery flat on her plate. “Yes.”
“’Cause you’re a girl.” Lulu nods knowingly. “My dad has a penis ’cause he’s a boy.”
“Yes, he does.”
I smirk at her across the table, considering all the ways she has become acquainted with my penis over the last few weeks.
“But I’m a girl like you, so I have a ’gina.”
“Lulu.” I clear my throat. “The dinner table isn’t an appropriate time for this conversation.”
“’Kay.” She turns back to Charlie. “He says that a lot.”
“Really?” She quirks a brow at me. “Because I have the opposite problem with your dad.” I chuckle at her pointed expression but Lulu just groans.
“I’m done.” She pushes her plate away, which still has a taco sitting on it, untouched. “Can I watch TV?”
