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melis-writes · 1 year

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Bobby Deerfield prompt pls 😎 when he’s in the bath and has the phone, gets a call from reader saying she misses him and turns into phone sex 😫

Bobby Deerfield prompts, YES!! 🥵🥵🥵 Ugh, that scene of him in the bathtub is so sexy. He’s honestly so irresistible, especially in that tub. 🥴 Putting that phone call to good use here. 😈

Once a day without fail after the races, Bobby prefers to spend the majority of his relaxation time alone in his own solitude, fixing himself a hot bath.

The hot, foamy bath water in the tub surrounds Bobby and warms his supple skin, causing his muscles to relax as droplets of water from his damp hair trickles down his back.

Bobby lets out a deep breath, holding a cigarette loosely in the corner of his mouth as he gazes at the bath tray in front of him.

More so continuing business and work rather than completely relaxing in a hot bath, the bath tray in front of Bobby contains an ashtray filled with four recently smoked cigarettes, a lighter, a small cup of coffee, a telephone, a pack of cigarettes, a basket filled with varieties of old postcards, paper slips and notes, and a blue print sheet laid out on the centre of the tray with a detailed sketch of all of the mechanics, gears and pieces of Bobby’s personal race car.

Bobby carefully takes notes over the side of the blueprint, analyzing his race car in great detail with full focus despite the clutter over the bath tray surrounding the blueprint.

The only thing separating you from your fiancée is distance; you remain back at you and Bobby’s home in New Jersey, anticipating Bobby’s wins and the end of his spring racing campaign in Paris.

It’s you who initiates the call first, snuggled in bed with the telephone next to you—having checked and compared the differing timezones before attempting to reach out to your fiancée.

Even as the telephone rings loudly next to Bobby, he refuses to lose his focus. Without separating his eyes from the blueprint, he simply reaches his free hand over and puts the telephone up to his ear.

“Hello?” Bobby speaks out in a rather distracted tone, continuing to scribble down more notes.

“Hi, baby. It’s me.” You blush, speaking from the other end.

Just from the sound of your voice and the realization its you whose calling, Bobby immediately blinks and pulls his attention off of his blueprint.

“Darling, hi.” Bobby murmurs, quick to set down his pen on the bath tray. “I wasn’t expecting you to call until later on.”

“I thought I’d surprise you.” You rest your head against your pillow. “I couldn’t wait that long—not after thinking about how your race went all day. I miss you too much.”

“I miss you all the more.” Bobby takes the cigarette out of his mouth, putting it out in the ashtray. “I won’t be here long, baby. I only have two more races and you know those commercial contracts I signed to do here.”

“It’s alright, I know.” You shrug your shoulders to yourself, unable to wipe the smile off your face. “I don’t mean to rush you.”

“You might as well.” Bobby lets out a deep sigh. “It’s not the same here without you at all.”

“I know,” you pout. “More than ever I want to be there to support you, but you know all this morning sickness has been killing me.” Your eyes dart down to your stomach. “I feel like any kind of stress gets me nauseous all the time, let alone the plane ride to France.”

“You are eating for two now after all.” Bobby points out, a small smile over his lips. “You and the baby’s health is more important above all. Don’t mind any of this. It doesn’t matter. You know I prefer racing in Jersey anyway.”

“Still,” you giggle softly. “I can make a trip out of it to see you race in Europe too. Maybe once the baby’s developed a bit more. It’s too soon to tell. We both miss you. Are you busy right now?”

“Depends on your definition of busy.” Bobby glances into his empty coffee cup. “I’m alone, just enjoying a bath.”

“Just a bath?” You tease, fully aware of Bobby’s cluttered bath tray.

“And some blueprint analysis, as you know.” Bobby slowly pushes the bath tray away from him, resting his back against the tub. “Not right now. I only want to talk to you.”

“Don’t remind me,” your cheeks flare up with blush. “Do you picture me there with you?”

Bobby’s eyes flutter shut as he relaxes. “All the time, especially now. You do remember the last time, don’t you?”

“Oh, stop.” You clench your legs, remembering very well from the last month how a steamy session in the bath tub lead to your pregnancy. “My hormones are all over the place, I can’t stop thinking about it as is.”

“Stop thinking about what?” Bobby rakes a hand through his wet hair. “You’ll have to be more specific than that.”

You lick over your lips, remaining quiet for a moment. “I can’t stop thinking about that night…”

“The bedroom wasn’t enough.” Bobby’s voice lowers to a husky tone. “Was it?”

“I remember…” You let out a soft whimper, moving your free hand down between your legs as you eye the dresser where you watched yourself in the mirror mercilessly get fucked from behind. “You know I remember everywhere you took me that night.”

With the hot water only fueling his arousal, Bobby grunts quietly to himself as he notices his erection growing in the tub. “You’re expecting it, just like how you did then. It’s what you want again, isn’t it?”

“I didn’t say I had enough the first time…” You push your panties aside. “Almost two hours, that whole night. How could I get enough? You edged me for a week and then…”

“Mm.” Bobby can already easily picture again in his mind as to how he slipped your lingerie off of you and could barely get you over to the bed with the built up sexual frustration between you two. “You tell me what you want me to do to you when I get back.”

“Everything.” You breathe, placing your fingers over your clit. “I won’t let myself cum.”

“Good girl,” Bobby murmurs softly. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to tie me up to the bedpost again,” you swallow hard, feeling a rush of thrilling arousal pump through you. “Or tie my hands behind my back. Take me however you want, I just—mmm…”

Bobby’s well noticed from the beginning that you’re already touching yourself, turning him on in the process. “You like being my personal little slut, don’t you? Touching yourself like that.”

“I love it when you call me that,” you whisper back, rubbing over your clit in lazy circles. “Fuck me from behind and moan that in my ear again and again.”

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rosesloveletters · 3 years

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The Panic in Needle Park [ 1971 ] - Bobby Axel

Serpico [ 1973 ] - Frank Serpico

Scarecrow [ 1973 ] - Francis Lionel Delbuchi

Dog Day Afternoon [ 1975 ] - Sonny Wortzig

Bobby Deerfield [ 1977 ] - Bobby Deerfield

…And Justice for All [ 1979 ] - Arthur Kirkland

Scarface [ 1983 ] - Tony Montana

Frankie and Johnny [ 1991 ] - Johnny

Scent of A Woman [ 1992 ] - Lt. Col. Frank Slade

Carlito’s Way [ 1993 ] - Carlito Brigante

The Devil’s Advocate [ 1997 ] - John Milton

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melis-writes · 2 years

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Bobby Deerfield smut prompt based on the part where he’s sitting on the couch and his gf is standing over him holding his hand… anyway reader could be stripping for him and he’s sitting there watching eyes up and down slowly then asks the reader to get on his lap 😳

Mmmmm Bobby Deerfield prompts!! 🥵🥵 AKA my second husband. Ugh this man is TOO fine for words…😍 imagining standing in front of him like that!!

Friday nights are Bobby’s favourite nights; an evening of celebration, relaxation to look forward to on the weekend and the achievements of the entire week on the racetrack bolstering Bobby’s ego on his shoulders to look forward to.

You’re accustomed to seeing the proud grin over your fiancé’s lips, the confidence in each step and word Bobby says and of course, the get-togethers with his racing friends Friday evenings before he spends the rest of it at home with you.

Rarely does anything ever get in the way of Bobby’s success in his career let alone his love for racing and fast cars unless a race is postponed, his race car malfunctions or requires extensive repair and the worst blow to his ego—losing a race.

Neither you nor Bobby can speak too well about how this week went. Not only did Bobby’s race car refuse to start up one day before the race which put enough irritation and anxiety over your impatient fiancé, but that Bobby also came in second place during the race which he considers a “loss” and a “complete failure”.

Bobby’s been in a sour mood throughout the entire week but especially now as he has nothing to look forward to on the weekend.

Bobby still went out with his friends to ease his nerves and discuss the race itself as you remained at home, snuggled in bed, you can already sense that didn’t do much for Bobby’s mood considering he arrived home an hour and a half late.

You awoke the moment you heard the front door shut behind Bobby. It was obvious he was trying to stay quiet knowing you’ll be asleep by now at 1AM in the morning, but even the way Bobby closed the door sounded like it was filled with frustration.

You blink open your eyes, peeking at the dimly lit corridor outside of your bedroom—still snuggled up and cozy within your blankets, wishing Bobby would just come in and retire for the night next to you.

Instead, Bobby sighs deeply, setting his keys down on the table before shrugging his jacket over the coat hanger and kicking off his shoes.

Bobby turns on the living room light, dimming it so it won’t glare into the ajar bedroom door as Bobby’s under the belief you’re still fast asleep.

Bobby glances around the living room before rubbing his eyes out of irritation, still unable to brush off his moodiness since this morning.

Bobby unbuttons the first two buttons of his striped dress shirt before plopping down on the leather couch in attempts to relax.

Faintly hearing Bobby’s movements, you sit up in bed and slip your feet into your slippers. Remaining quiet yourself and wanting to comfort your fiancé into bed instead of letting Bobby sulk there as he’ll do if he can, you pull over your flower-patterned silk night robe before entering into the hallway.

Bobby picks up on the sound of your movements from the moment you step into the hallway. Unable to see you from where he sits until you come into the living room, Bobby’s eyes dart towards the hallway as he expects you.

You run a hand through your messy hair in attempts to tame it before walking into the living room—leaning your body against the wall and giving your fiancé a shy smile. “Hi. Back already?”

“Mhmm.” Bobby nods back, sprawled out onto the couch lazily. “And I thought you’d be asleep by now.”

“I was,” you tell Bobby, coming up to approach him. “But the bed’s been cold for an hour and a half longer than it should be.”

“You know how it is.” Bobby takes your hand in his, maintaining eye contact. He rubs his fingers over yours gingerly, giving you an apology of sorts through physical affection you know all too well from him.

“That won’t change, I know.” You accept, seeing the curious look in Bobby’s eyes. “But you don’t have to go through it alone.”

Your fiancé has always been a difficult man when it comes to measuring his success and basing his happiness off of his career, but you believe that people don’t change and if anything, Bobby needs your comfort and support more than ever.

“You were always too good for me, you know that?” Bobby murmurs, taking your hand up to his mouth before kissing the back of it. “But it’s all said and done now. It’ll pass.”

“I know you don’t need reassurance, baby.” You blush, watching as Bobby’s hand wander to the fabric of your night robe. “But a distraction would do you good.”

“A distraction.” Bobby mutters, rubbing the silk between his fingers as he gazes at your body. “This is new.”

“I got it for you.” You admit, placing your hand over on the loose tie of your nightgown. “Just as you said—buy yourself something pretty.”

“Good.” Bobby chuckles quietly, pulling his hand back. “For once you let me spoil you.”

“And you know you don’t have to either.” You admit shyly as you slowly undo the knot that wraps up your nightrobe around your body.

“I don’t care. I will.” Bobby tells you, noticing your fingers tugging on the knot carefully. “It’s what I want for you. I only want you with the best, wearing the best.”

You give one final pull on the knot, loosening the nightrobe over you entirely as you let it fall off of your shoulders and pool to your feet.

Instantly, Bobby’s eyes greedily wander over your body as you stand before him only in a matching pair of black lacy panties and a bar—also new, yet a sexy surprise for Bobby you picked up before he made the commute back home.

Bobby’s eyes meet with yours and you can no longer see agitation through them but rather lustful curiosity, distracted by every inch of your beauty.

Without saying another word to you, Bobby gestures with his finger for you to come closer and close off the rest of the space between both of you.

You do as he says, all the more turned on by how admiringly Bobby looks at you.

The silence between the both of you says enough as Bobby places both hands over your thighs, causing you to shiver from his touch momentarily.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” Bobby whispers, rubbing up and down your thighs.

Blushing, you remain quiet, feeling your arousal doubling with each passing moment as Bobby’s firm, large hands run over your skin.

Bobby hooks his fingers on both sides of the waistband of your panties, bringing you closer to him until you kneel with one knee inbetween Bobby’s legs on the couch and Bobby can slide your panties down your ass and off your ankles with ease.

If it isn’t for the fact your cheeks are stinging hot with blush, it’s your heart racing in your chest from sexual thrill and excitement.

Bobby purposefully teases you by taking your panties off of you as slowly as possible, looking into your eyes as he does so.

Once your panties fall to the floor, Bobby places both hands over your hips, beckoning for you to get on his lap. “Come here.”

A surge of arousal tugs in your gut as you straddle Bobby, instantly feeling his erection through his dress pants come into contact with your pussy.

Bobby keeps one hand wrapped around your lower waist and the other tilting your chin down as his soft, warm lips crush over yours in a deep, needy kiss.

You whimper back in Bobby’s mouth, revelling in the hot kiss that breaks through any tension Bobby feels, completely and utterly obsessed with you in this moment.

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melis-writes · 2 years

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bobby deerfieldddddd. maybe something post-movie? since he cheated on his wife im sure he would be divorced and maybe he decided to go on vacation after the racing season ended, with all the failures and ups and downs he had on that era he needs a vacation. and also some pussy. do your magic 🙏.

Omg I had no idea Bobby was actually married to Lydia, I thought he was just seeing her romantically?! 😳😳 Well either way that makes this prompt soooo much more juicy and dramatic, canon or not! I’m actually basing this/hinting it to my Bobby Deerfield x Reader multi-chapter fic I wanna write in the future...😏

Go, go, GO! The sound of race cars whizzing, the scent of gasoline and the smooth feel of the paved road as Bobby slammed his foot down onto the gas pedal were second nature to him; the three pinnacle moments of his daily routine.

This didn’t change before Lillian and it didn’t change after her death and everything Bobby had been with her either.

Nothing would ever shake this from Bobby; it’s all he knows and wants to know, especially now.

The only difference was that before Lillian, Bobby thought of nothing but reaching the finishing line.

He would do it again and again and although he knew he was obsessed with reaching the finishing line, he wouldn’t impress himself with his wins.

Winning and coming in first place was what Bobby knew how to do and all he wanted to do. He would race again and it wouldn’t matter what part of the world he was in.

He would win, he would scrawl sloppy signatures on the hundreds of glossy printed photographs of himself handed by his adoring fans and ignore the reporters asking any questions about the race.

Bobby Deerfield was untouchable, and he certainly isn’t going to shake that feeling off now—not after Lillian.

Death never meant anything to Bobby even when he saw his own friends and colleagues crash and burn on the racetrack, even if it meant one day he could be next.

Bobby let out a deep breath, pushing back all thoughts of what happened last racing season; the death of one of his friends on the track, finding out his race car was rigged and bound to explode on the tracks of his last race, returning to New Jersey as more of a scandal than a champion, the death of Lillian in his own arms, and Lydia’s swift file for divorce without so much as giving him a second tear-filled glance.

Bobby handled all of it well only on the premise that he told himself this was all just a means to an end.

Bobby knew the race track and all the vehicles including their mechanics are being thoroughly inspected while he’s on holiday in California to this day.

The track in Paris is closed until the investigation with the police comes to a close with a detailed report and explanation.

Nobody is considered to have won or lost last race, bringing the season to an early and oddly tragic close.

Lillian died from her terminal cancer in Bobby’s arms, but Bobby didn’t find himself shedding a tear for her.

He lowered his head and felt her warmth fading out of her body as the nurses next to her assisted in a slow and painless death, and although Bobby expected himself to weep, he did not.

Bobby felt an array of emotions instead. He felt helpless in the sense he wished Lillian was more upfront and honest about her illness. He wouldn’t have wanted to take her away from the one place keeping her healthy and alive if he knew she was struggling.

Bobby also didn’t know Lillian as well as she pretended Bobby knew her. Lillian’s endless array of random questions never meant Bobby got to know her like normal people get to know one another.

Bobby spent time with Lillian, he slept with her on a few occasions, took her out to dinner, shared his bed with her and travelled around France and Italy with her, but he never loved her.

The love wasn’t there. He found her irresistible, but there simply wasn’t enough time to love her and now there never would be.

Bobby could say something similar for Lydia. He knew he couldn’t have love for Lydia even if he tried. He was always nonchalant with her because the spark wasn’t there—the feelings weren’t mutual.

Again Bobby had tricked himself with being physically attracted to women but having nothing connecting his chemistry with them in any other shape.

Like Lillian, Lydia was just a bedmate—a supporter at his races. The only difference between her and Lillian was that Lydia didn’t ask ridiculous questions just like how she didn’t ask what Bobby had been doing and with who during his last absence; she just knew, she just filed for divorce.

It seemed that everyone and everything was done with the famous Formula 1 race car driver Bobby Deerfield at the end of the late spring season.

The championships never concluded due to the investigation, no winner was crowned, Lillian had died and he had been a divorced man before he even returned to the United States.

Bobby left for Europe knowing he would win—not just hoping, and married to Lydia. He had an array of supporters and dozens of races to look forward to.

Now the only thing he wants to think of and see every morning is the California sun peeking through his curtains and illuminating his presidential suite hotel room.

If anything, Bobby’s vacation in California now reminds him that he’ll have to take one on his own, not just with his team but then that meant it would also have to be without you.

You’d be the first to see Bobby enter the tracks, leave the tracks, await and join him for the dining service, prepare Bobby’s training, plan his workout times and assist him with whatever he needs on that track.

Though you’re no second Lydia to Bobby or anyone close. Your family owns the very racing track Bobby’s started his own career on, and the one he races to win gold in New Jersey is directly under your ownership.

You’re not here like Lydia was to kiss Bobby on the cheek and tell him no matter what, he’ll win and that he’s perfect.

You’re there to make sure he does win, that Deerfield gets on the tracks and that he doesn’t disappoint his team and lives up to the reputation he hand-built himself.

Bobby knows you better than he knew Lydia or Lillian. He saw you almost every single day when he raced in the United States and he knew what to expect from you and vice versa.

The two of you have always had a complex relationship; while you’re no exception to Deerfield’s charm, especially through conversation and his smouldering physical appearance, you certainly don’t cave in or show interest at all—at least in public or to anyone else’s knowledge.

And while Bobby knows you’re there to secure his racing, finals, championships and ensure everything runs smoothly on the tracks instead of solely focusing on him as if he’s the only racer, his hidden desire towards you in public knows no ends.

There’s definitely always been an intensity between the two of you, but it isn’t until now that Bobby’s returned to the United States after everything he’s been through that he refuses to continue on with you like he’s always done so.

Tonight of all nights, Bobby wants to feel like he’s actually on vacation. Fine wine, dining, relaxation in his presidential suite and another desire he actually feels the passion for.

‘7:31 PM, exactly.’ You’d be lying to yourself if you said you could hide the flaring blush over your cheeks as you constantly check your watch for the time.

Although you remain at your dinner table with some other members of your team from the tracks, the dinner remains casual with soft conversation changing here and there; nothing formal or rigidly in place which is all the better for you when the time comes and calls.

‘It’s 7:29 now.’ You note to yourself, finishing the last of your water from your glass.

Your team still remains in a long discussion over a previous racing season with no eyes or ears focused on you or your presence. It’s the perfect way to end off a relaxing day and invite the evening where you know Bobby Deerfield is expecting you at any moment.

You watch the tiny arms of the clock on your wristwatch tick by bit by bit until it’s officially 7:30 PM, feeling nothing but a rush of butterflies racing in the pit of your stomach.

While the sensation only doubles when you’re in Bobby’s presence, the shy nervousness mixing with excitement you feel now is something else altogether.

Hoping nobody notices how flustered you are by how rosy your cheeks have gotten from blushing, you quietly get up from your seat and feel secretly relieved nobody else has noticed or turns their head at you.

Leaving just as quickly and silently as you entered the dining hall, only this time alone and without Bobby who gave you an expecting glance before he departed dinner early, you make your way over to the elevator.

Pressing on the button to reach the eighth floor holding the only two presidential suites in the building, you patiently wait inside the elevator as it rides up.

Your eyes dart down to your kitten heels matching your mini skirt and lace detailed blouse; your most casual attire outside of the track training days and racing season but something Bobby’s come to enjoy taking a look at.

Then again couldn’t you say the same for that tight fit in his racing uniform not to mention the way his Adidas tracksuit wraps around his arm and chest muscles so perfectly?

You know now for the second time since Bobby’s vacation begun that you don’t need to fantasize for long, and while it makes you much more shy to realize Bobby can read your body language towards him like a book, it also shows a mutual desire.

What Bobby wants and needs now more than ever is desire and distraction, no strings attached, no lingering questions or neediness tied to his bed, but Bobby can substitute that last part for you.

As the elevator doors slide open and you step out into the hallway, the butterflies in your gut only intensify with a familiar mix of arousal.

Bobby’s not one to tell you from word alone how he wants and needs you as the one and only distraction from the chaos and stress of his life he’s experienced all last season but it’s the way he worships your body in his bed that tells you enough.

From the moment you place your hand over the doorknob to Bobby’s suite that you know is already unlocked for you, deep set arousal sparks throughout the rest of your body.

Quietly opening the door and walking in, you’re not greeted to a well-lit luxury suite with Bobby enjoying a glass of liquor by his private bar as you were the other day.

Instead as you take a few steps inside, you notice Bobby’s suite is only dimly lit near his bedroom; beckoning for you to approach.

Bobby heard you the moment he picked up the sound of the doorknob turning, no matter how quiet you thought you were just not.

The insisting arousal inside of you pulls and tugs desperately with each step you take toward Bobby’s bedroom, and just as you had the first time with anticipation, you find yourself already unbuttoning down your blouse.

A soft grunt escapes Bobby’s lips as he leans his back against the propped up pillows against the headboard of his bed.

The black silk bedsheets underneath Bobby remain wrinkled with his duvet sprawled around him due to his posture.

Bobby’s one hand is wrapped firmly around his cock as he slowly strokes himself and his gaze affixes now to yours from across the room.

Every strain of arousal you’d been feeling since you counted down the mere minutes to meet Bobby up in his suite crashes into you all at once; a tingling sensation in your knees that makes you feel weak and your clit throbbing to touch this man.

Bobby’s expectant gaze watches as you shrug off your blouse, letting it fall to the floor.

Just as he had thought when you joined Bobby and the rest of your team for dinner, you were never wearing a bra underneath it to begin with.

“Come here,” Bobby breathes, beckoning to you with his free hand as he continues pumping his cock.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck.’ Pulled to him like a magnet, you waste no time in quickly sliding your skirt down your knees and stepping out of your heels—wanting nothing more than to be in Bobby’s embrace.

“Did anyone notice?” Bobby’s voice is husky and low as he rakes his free hand through his tousled, sexy hair.

“Not at all,” you breathe back, beginning to crawl onto his bed.

“Perfect, baby.” Bobby’s eyes dart up from your breasts to your lips as he pulls you by both of your hips onto his lap. “See what you’ve made me do?” He gestures to the droplets of precum lubricating his shaft. “Just from waiting to see you again.”

“You tease me all the time,” you blush, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “Do I even have to ask?”

“You know I want you and need you,” Bobby breathes without a sense of teasing in his disposition as Bobby runs his thumbs over your hardened nipples.

“Mm,” a soft whimper escapes your lips as you grind your hips down over Bobby’s—letting his cock hover just beneath your entrance.

‘God, he can do anything he wants to me.’ Sparks of arousal pulsate in your body every time and everywhere Bobby touches me.

“How do you want me, baby?” You steal a kiss from his lips.

“I’m going to savour you first,” Bobby grips your chin with his finger, kissing you back. “Every inch of you...”

The nonchalant race car driver in control of everything and getting anything he wants on the tracks applies to Bobby’s personal life just as it does his professional life and now more than ever you’ve never wanted Bobby to dominate you so badly.

“Fuck,” you moan quietly as you feel Bobby’s warm lips beginning to leave wet kisses down your neck.

In reaction, your hands roam through his silky hair as Bobby continues to pull you into his embrace, closing off any space between both of your naked bodies.

“It’s been too long since I’ve had you like this,” Bobby inhales sharply, now letting his hands wander up to your breasts before squeezing them.

“This was—“ You moan again, “your idea of the perfect vacation.” It’s more of a statement than a question coming from you as you feel the tip of Bobby’s cock brushing up against your clit.

“You need me to justify it to you?” Bobby grips your throat firmly, raising your hips up for his cock to meet your entrance.

“Maybe,” you giggle breathily, eager to feel every inch of his thick cock going inside of you.

“I’ll give you one.” Bobby parts open your lips with his thumb, letting it graze over your bottom lip as he slowly thrusts inside of you—making you feel him inch by inch while holding eye contact.

“B-Bobby,” you groan out against his finger, spreading your legs over his lap as much as you can.

“Fuck, fuck,” Bobby hisses, squeezing his eyes shut momentarily as he feels your wet tightness clenching against his cock. “Oh—there we go baby, fuck, yessss...”

“Oh my G-God,” you bite down on your lip harshly, clenching onto Bobby’s back for balance as he begins to bounce you up and down on his cock slowly to stretch you out.

Bobby’s skin is hot to the touch as you eagerly let your hands wander over his biceps while your hips maintain balance over his cock.

Bobby exhales deeply, letting your hips roll back and forth over his cock where his gaze diverts to from your eyes.

Your whimpering moans are all but enough to confirm to him your pleasure as Bobby watches his cock now beginning to easily slide in and out of your pussy. “That’s right, baby…”

Digging your fingernails into Bobby’s shoulders as you whine out, you begin to bounce your hips up and down over his cock, taking as much of his thick cock inside of you as you can in a perfect rhythm.

Bobby doesn’t relent as he leans back down, propping himself up on his elbows.

His upward thrusts meeting with your speedy pacing match your rhythm and increasingly begin to grow deeper and rougher with each movement.

“Ah!” A filthy moan escapes your lips as your breasts jiggle from how quickly and sloppily Bobby begins to fuck you; nothing but insistent to fill and stretch your pussy.

Eyes half open with a lazy gaze over yours, Bobby lets out a low groan as his tousled hair begins to stick to the beads of sweat forming over his forehead.

You quickly rake a hand back through your hair to push it out of your face, feeling the room getting hotter as the sound of skin slapping against skin surrounds both of you.

Before you’re even fully aware of it, you give a half gasp, half moan to feel Bobby pulling you down on top of him; spreading his legs apart further to fuck you at a deeper angle.

The heightened sensations of pleasure continue to rock over your body as Bobby rams his cock inside of you over and over again—crushing his lips against yours in a full mouthed, wet kiss.

Bobby moans into your mouth as you cup both of his cheeks; your pussy contracting around his cock from how quickly your orgasm begins to build inside of you.

With each time Bobby gives your breasts a harsh squeeze and smacks your ass as he continues fucking you while you straddle him, your arousal is fueled even further.

‘Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!’ Every inch of your body begs to be touched and fucked by this man as his tongue wraps around yours.

Already filled to the brim with Bobby’s rock-hard length, your pussy sloshes and oozes out in wetness around his shaft—giving out a squelching, wet noise.

“O-oh, shit!” You cry out, feeling Bobby’s cock slip out of your pussy momentarily.

“Fuck—c’mere,” Bobby grunts, quick to position his cock up to your hole again and slam up inside of you.

You shriek out in response, obsessed with the way he fills you so easily now switching his pace from needy, deep thrusting to pounding inside of your pussy like a wild animal again and again.

Bobby grips a fistful of your hair with his free hand as the other holds your hips against his, forcing you to make eye contact with him as he fucks you.

Your lips still glistening from sharing a tongue kiss with Bobby remain half parted with only moans coming through, beckoning the release of your orgasm through every moment. “Nn—harder! Ohhhh, please!”

Moving his hand back from your hair, Bobby roughly grips your face and eases his index finger into your mouth.

Greedily sucking over it and muffling out your moans, you buck your hips back down against Bobby’s to feel the tip of his cock beginning to hit against every weak spot inside of you.

The headboard of Bobby’s bed begins to shake from how rough and quick the two of you fuck—sweaty, hot bodies over top of one another.

“You feel so fucking good,” Bobby moans out, giving your face a shake.

Your thighs begin to quiver against Bobby’s at how mercilessly he edges your orgasm, thinking you’re unable to take any more.

The scent of sex fills the room as Bobby continues to pump his cock in and out of your pussy, bringing you to loud, uncontrollable moans the minute he pulls his finger out of your mouth.

Unable to form a coherent sentence out with Bobby’s lubricated finger now toying rapidly back and forth over your clit, you finally let your climax unwind out of you in nothing but sheer ecstasy.

Your orgasm racks over your body from all sides, unravelling in your gut as you feel yourself cumming against Bobby’s cock.

Before you can even finish, Bobby’s quick to immediately pull out of you and slick his cock inbetween your ass—shooting out his hot, sticky cum all over it instead of inside you.

“Fuck, fuck,” Bobby pants out, tightly holding your body against his.

Your voice trembles as you clutch your hands against Bobby’s chest, feeling a bit of his chest hair but ultimately unable to maintain enough balance to even move off of him.

Snatching you back down by your hips, Bobby kisses you hotly over the mouth—trailing a finger over a streak of cum over your ass.

Just as you pull away from the kiss, you let out a breathy giggle and grip onto Bobby’s wrist, popping his finger back into your mouth to taste his cum.

“Dirty girl,” Bobby licks over his lips, watching you place the palm of his hand against your breasts. “Something tells me you’re more then eager to come in here when I call for you.”

“Time for you to admit this is what you needed after last season, Mr. Deerfield,” a smirk grows over your lips as you watch Bobby squeeze your breasts gently—still feeling his cum trickling down your ass.

“I’ll make it clear to you—” Bobby suddenly pulls you by your wrist, bringing your chest back up to his. “I get what I want, on or off the tracks.”

‘Yes sir,’ is all you want to say back in response, but the challenging look in Bobby’s eyes is all the more erotic as you don’t give into his teasing advances immediately.

“Ooh, we’ll see about that then, Mr. Deerfield.” You breathe against Bobby’s lips.

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