Remember that hot babysitter you had when you were a kid?
Yeah, Roman remembers. Especially when during his first summer home during university he sees her again, and she's still as hot as ever.
Melanie didn't expect to run into the 12-year-old kid...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Melanie
We both wrap our towels around our bodies as we hop out of the shower, after some mild groping and making out for 20 minutes we finally managed to fully rinse the soap off of our bodies.
Roman comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me against him, "hmm you look amazing when you're wet."
"So I don't look amazing when I'm dry?" I taunt, spinning out of his arms and walking out of the steamy bathroom.
The coldness of the room hits me through the tiny towel I'm wearing, my nipples peaked against the rough fabric. He strolls back into the room, his towel discarded in the bathroom, bringing my vision down to his dick, already hard and throbbing again.
"He never stands down, does he?" I ask, my gaze unwavering.
"When you're around? Never." He says, stepping into my personal space and placing a finger on my chin so I look him in my eyes, "my eyes are up here, gorgeous."
"Mhm, but your dick is down there."
"It is. And what do you want to do with it."
I smirk at him and push him back onto the bed, climbing into his lap and straddling him, my barely clothed center resting right on top of his hard dick, "I don't know yet, I think I wanna ride it." I whisper into his ear, grinding myself down onto him and feeling the slickness between my legs increase.
He groans, caging my hips, lifting me up, and slamming me down onto the bed, his face hovering over mine. Both of our eyes are darkened with lust as we both stare at each other, our lips parted and breathing heavily.
He makes a move first, leaning his mouth over the marks he already made on my neck, whispering against my skin, "yeah? Always so ready for me. Such a good girl."
As soon as his words are out of his mouth I'm pulling his head back up to mine, smashing our lips together as our tongues battle for control neither of our hands staying in the same place. My hands run over the smooth planes of rigid muscle, trailing my fingers down each individual ridge of his abs as his move from my hips to my waist to my boobs feeling me like I'm going to fade into dust.
He ever so slightly pulls away from the kiss, his hot breath still falling over my lips, "you want to ride me? You want to be in charge?"
I push my lips back against him for a second before pulling away just like he did, keeping us as close as we can be without our lips touching, "yeah, and you're going to be a good boy when I fuck you, understand?"
He laughs as if he doesn't believe me but within a second he's underneath me, my legs straddling him, towel pooled around my waist, exposing my chest to the cold air of the room.
I lean down against him again, my breath fanning his ear and my chest pressing against his, "I said, do you understand." He nods his head, his gaze lasered in on my boobs, reaching out to touch them before I swat his hands away, "no touching, I'm in charge, Roman."
Reaching over to the side while still straddling him I grab a gold foil out of the nightstand, tearing the packaging between my teeth and slowly rolling it down his shaft. He groans underneath me, his gaze dropping from my boobs to his cock as I position myself above it and slowly sink down until he's filling me to the hilt
He's definitely one of the biggest I've ever taken, and the girth makes for an earth and pussy shattering experience.
"Fuck." We both mutter out as I begin slowly grinding my hips against him, placing my hands on his stomach to aid my movements. I can feel him stretching my walls with every roll, his eyes focused on where my hips are moving against him.
"Melanie," He whines, "I can't, please, faster." His hands gripping his hair to restrain himself from touching me
I knew I could get him to beg.
Obeying his wishes I start bouncing, the friction between our bodies increasing as moans and pants fall from my lips, my orgasm already starting to build.
He starts to lose his restraint with one thrust, then another, pulling me down against him to whisper in my ear, "your turn is over, be a good girl and take it." With that he starts pounding up into me, caging his hands around my waist and he bounces me up and down forcefully, his hips bucking up into me to meet every bounce.
My orgasm crests and I cry out, screaming his name and clenching around his thick cock. He doesn't slow down, only picking up speed as the words come out making me fall apart on top of him. Pulling me down to his chest again he collides our lips together again, his thrusts losing momentum as his release shoots into the condom, filling me up with warmth.
We both collapse into each other, our breathing heavy as we continue to kiss, mouths moving slower against each other before he slowly sits me back up again. I hiss at the feeling of him slowly pulling out of me to discard the condom, coming back with a cool cloth as soon as the front door clicks open, two new voices filling the house.
"Shit I guess that's my cue." I groan, shuffling off the bed and to my pile of yesterday's clothes on the floor. We both slowly get dressed on opposite ends of the room. I make my way into the still slightly steamy bathroom to make sure my hair is presentable before exiting my way back into Roman's room.
"We should do this again." He breathes out, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Yeah, we should." As if id ever turn down more of the best sex I've had. "Call me if you need any more babysitting." I finish with a wink, closing his bedroom door behind me.
