Touch Me Deeper

Chapter Ten: Wish no. 3

The doorbell of Rose's house rings, alarming her that Arnold’s back. She was damn sure it’s him, as no one apart from him came to her house this late. Currently, the red numbers on the clock read as 12:16 am, and she was excited that he’s back as she could finally see him and do her things with his beautiful yet delicious body.

It was not like she was s*x desperate or anything. She is building up emotions for him, which even she is unaware of.

Good things take time, right?

The best thing of her all day is to see him coming out of shower with that wet yet perfect body of his and after looking at her how his d**k goes hard, and then he asks to suck him before he leaves for the office or gets into the bed. Getting up from the couch, she race towards him as she saw how he loosened his tie and removed his shoes before getting in and ruffling her hair as if she was a little kiddo of his.

Rose smiled and took the bag from his hand. He moved towards the couch and lazily sat in the middle of the couch before patting on his lap and making her smile in happiness. Rose moved towards him and silently sat on his lap, seeing how big he is from her cute but little body, despite him being a big ass guy. “How was your day, darling?” He whispered near Rose's ear before sucking on her earlobe and making her moan out for him.

“Went pretty well, I submitted some new ideas for the project I was working on and, guess what? It got approved. My boss looked kind of fascinated by my work.” She told him proudly, giggling like a little kid. She felt safe with him. Of course, she behaved like a kid in front of him. After all, he made her feel so many things. He made her feel as if she was the brightest star in the universe.

“Seems like my girl had a nice day”, he smiles.

‘My girl'.

Rose was already horny, as a little contact from him felt like the pleasure of a volcano bursting inside her. She could see he was tired and so was. She came closer to Arnold and whispered. “It was nice yet horny, but I swear Arnie I didn’t try to touch myself, I swear” in his ears. He chuckled as he kissed her forehead before switching on the T.V. He was sitting on the couch, slouched into the cushions, and Rose was sitting in his lap, facing him, straddling his hips, lying against his big warm stomach.

He was still fully dressed in his office attire, but Rose was only in a t-shirt and panties. His arm was around her back, holding her close, and her arms are around his neck, face pressed into his shoulder. The position started out innocent enough, but now her throbbing pus** was being pressed up against him like this. She started rubbing herself against his coc* through his clothes, unable to help herself.

He was hard, but he was not really paying attention and just continuing, watching the T.V., lazily flipping through channels. His erection felt so good as Rose rubbed against him, she pressed her face harder against his shoulder, making little whimpering noises as she humped on his c**k. Arnold’s hand drifted down gently to cup her ass, pulling her harder against him, and the increased friction made Rose moan.

His fingers pulled the crotch of her underwear aside, brushing sweetly over her wet folds as he lowered her slowly back down onto his c**k. It was big and thick, and she was already dripping wet as she slid down onto it easily, whimpering and throwing her arms back around his neck as he filled her up completely. She started riding him, small movements at first, up and down, whimpering at the feeling of him big and thick inside her, the feeling of his big belly rubbing against her c**t.

“That’s it baby,” he murmured encouraging her absently, warm hand wrapping around the back of her neck as she rode him faster, whining open-mouthed against his shoulder, getting closer and closer as she bounced on his c**k. He was still watching T.V., not really paying attention, just letting her use him, letting Rose make herself feel good with his c**k after being horny all day.

It felt so f*****g good, Rose couldn’t stop moving. Her orgasm almost sneaked up on her, suddenly it was too much, and she got over the edge. “I’m cumming,” she gasped, and his hand tightened on the back of her neck as she thrust messily against him, shuddering and whimpering, walls pulsing around the thick warm length of him. “Shh, shhh,” he says, laughter in his voice, lips against her ear, big warm hand running up and down her back.

“Good girl,” he murmured, “you c*m so good for me,” but Rose only moan against his shoulder in reply, muscles still clenching and unclenching. She lied against his stomach, panting heavily. His fingers drifted down to trace light teasing patterns on the skin of her thigh. He was still rock-hard inside her, still stretching her wide open. Rose start moving against him again, movements small and slow at first, whimpering at the over stimulation.

He absently kneads the sensitive flesh as she humped him harder and harder, whimpering and moaning, trying her best to keep quiet but failing to keep her voice down. “Want to ride me, baby?” Arnold asked. Rose groaned and nodded her head against his shoulder. She gasped as his hand tightened on her ass, and he lifted her farther up his body, away from his lap, so he could unzip his pants with his other hand and pull his baby soft skinned c**k out of her.

But then Rose started to get hot again, her p***y started to ache again, aroused by the feeling of him inside her. She picked up the pace, rocking back and forth against him, and Arnold laughed low and soft. “Damn baby, you really need it, huh?” he asked, lips grazing the shell of her ear. Rose nodded weakly against him, whimpering, desperate and dumb and humping. “You going to c*m again?” he whispered, and all she could do was moan in response.

Arnold’s c**k twitched inside her, and she gasped, moving faster, moaning louder, squeezing her walls around him. He grabs her ass with both hands, pulling her closer, pushing himself deeper. “c*m for my baby,” he murmurs, and an edge of desperation creeps into his voice. “I’m gonna c*m,” Rose whined, hips moving faster. “Good girl, c*m on my cock.”

“I’m gonna c*m!” Roses moan turn to outright yelling, and she clapped her hand over her mouth as she cummed again, hard.

Arnold wrapped his arms around Rose, holding her tight as she shuddered, moan and c*m, rocking against him. He bucks his hips and presses his face into your neck and groans low and rough as he cums with her. “My pretty doll face…wish no. 3 completed, right? ”