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Veronica saunters back to Mark, almost whispering her recommended treatment in his ear, promising he can be back for Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow.
Misty makes a feeble protest, but her Dad has made his mind up. Whatever the good doctor has suggested has eased his pain and he’s even able to keep a brave face on while we bundle him up in some blankets and I practically carry him to her waiting car.
“I’ll be back soon, honey,” he promises Misty, then looking at me he adds, “We’ll still have thanksgiving, I promise.”
I stab a nod, and even though it’s cold and wet, Misty and I stand in the driveway long enough to make sure the cars well out of sight before her hand even begins to slip into mine.
“We have a lot of work to do,” I warn her. “That turkey’s not gonna stuff itself.”
Her grip on me tightens.
“And it’ll need so long to cook,” she adds. “Hours, almost all day tomorrow.”
“Lot of free time after that,” I muse aloud.
Before I know it, she’s let out another of her squeals of delight and jumped straight into my arms, her thick legs straddling mine as I hold her up, my fat dick already pounding through my pants, eagerly searching for her hungry hole.
I wanted it to be someplace else, someplace special. But the sounds Misty is making tell me it’s all she wants, to give herself to me, and if that’s the case I wouldn’t care if we were on the moon or in the middle of the woods by the lake.
“It’s just perfect, Zak,” she whispers in my ear, reading my thoughts as I lean hard against the solid front door.
Closing it behind us.
We’re finally alone.Chapter ThirteenMistyOur eyes are so close, it’s like looking into each other’s souls and we both agree silently to no more couches.
Zak gravitates towards my room by instinct, and although it’s a little bit girly, a little bit small it’ll do just fine for now.
I only remember the single bed, the size of the room once Zak’s inside it with me.
He laughs a little as he sets me down on the bed as it groans under his weight and mine.
“Like a pair of feathers,” he says, grinning. And I know, I just know he’s going to break the bed but I don’t care.
Apart of me wants him to, to break it as he fills me with his hard length as I scream his name.
A giant clap of thunder rolls over the house, shaking the windows and the roof, as the rain starts to come down even heavier.
I have a fleeting thought of my Dad but it isn’t long before Zak has my full attention and everything else in his hands.
For someone who’s usually so shy, I can’t get naked fast enough and Zak’s slow nod and his low groan tell me he’s liking what he sees just as much as he did earlier.
He peels my jeans off but leaves my panties on, running two hard fingers straight down my wetness before bringing them to his lips.
“Mine,” he groans, reminding me what he’s already told me, except this time I know it’s all his for sure. I’m gonna make sure of that.
He moves down my body, kissing from my neck to my thick chest after I toss my sweater off and tear at my bra. He thinks he can pleasure me like he did with his mouth first, but I can’t wait for that.
I need him inside me.
I need to give him what I know he’s been longing for.
“I want this, Zak,” I tell him, both my hands finding his huge member through his pants, unzipping him like I’ve rehearsed a thousand times in my head.
“I want this so deep inside me,” I tell him. “Make me all yours like you promised.”
“We’ve got all night,” he reminds me, but I shake my head gently, moaning now as I feel my legs widen for him, my pussy aching for him more than ever.
“Do I need to do it myself?” I tease him, making myself jump as one of my hands brushes my already drenched sex, shuddering all over.
“Oh no you don’t,” Zak growls, making the bed creak as he puts his full weight onto the bed between my legs, guiding my hands to the smooth, hot tip of his cock which has its own wetness flowing freely from it.
I groan with satisfaction and register again just how big Zak is.
How big all of Zak is. My hands are small and I want to pleasure him, feel him. I want to run my hands all over his huge, muscle studded body.
I want more than I can lay a hand, but Zak remedies all of it by pressing his whole weight on me, gently.
Our skin on skin contact is like a mini climax in itself and we both grunt and growl happily as I start to shimmy under him, feeling his heat drag across my belly.
