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Marc
Waiting for her to appear from the bathroom is pure agony. Not only have I been hard as a rock most of the day, but just the thought of her being here in my home makes me want to go all caveman and fuck her on every surface in this house. Starting with the table I have just set.
When she finally makes her way towards the kitchen, I feel my heart start to beat a little faster and when she stops in the doorway with just my flannel shirt on I about lose it. Fuck, she is the sexiest woman I have ever seen. With her long black hair cascading in waves over her ample chest, curves in all the right places and long thick legs. Don’t even get me started on how hot it is that her grey eyes are looking up at me like I am her savior.
She bites her lip, and her cheeks turn pink with her blush as I blatantly check her out. “Hi Princess, I know it's not the Thanksgiving dinner you were hoping for, but I made us steaks with a salad and some baked potatoes. I hope that will do for tonight.”
She brings her left hand up to her mouth as her lip starts to tremble. “That is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. I have never had someone take care of me like this before. I am always the one taking care of people.”
Her eyes start to fill with tears, and I can’t hold back I walk over to her and gather her into my arms. She is so short that her head doesn’t even come up to my shoulder. I gently hold her against me for a few minutes before I pull away. I lift her head up with my finger until she is looking at me.
“You know I hate those tears, someone as sweet as you should never have tears in her eyes.” I tell her as I start to brush away the tears that have fallen onto her cheeks with my thumbs. Fuck, her tears almost bring me to my knees.
“You better get used to someone treating you like the princess you are, because I’m not going anywhere.” I pull her close as I lean my head down to kiss her. It's meant to be another reassuring kiss, but when I make a move to pull back, she grabs the front of my shirt and pulls me closer trying to deepen our kiss. It takes everything for me to pull back from her sweet, tantalizing mouth. But I know that she is still hurting and the doctor's instructions, shit, I’ve forgotten the instructions, so with a groan I pull my mouth away and lean my forehead on hers.
I'm in serious jeopardy of getting the worst case of blue balls I've ever had. But I will not do anything to hurt my princess. I will do whatever it takes to protect her. She has all my instincts on high alert. There's a part of me that just wants to wrap her up in bubble wrap so I can keep her safe from any harm.
“Come on. Dinner's ready, we don’t want it to get cold.”
She gives me the cutest fucking pout I have ever seen. Chuckling, I pull back and grab her hand leading her to her seat. I move around the table to my seat.
“Oh Marc, everything looks so amazing, and it smells delicious.” She tells me as her stomach growls. Her eyes go big, and her cheeks turn bright pink as she starts laughing. “Well, I guess my stomach agrees with me.”
I can’t help but laugh alongside h
er. “Well, let's eat up because I have a surprise for you.”
She claps her hands and bounces up and down which of course makes her tits do the same. Oh fuck, now I’m picturing what her tits will look like while she rides my fat cock. I bite my cheek to stop myself from groaning out loud.
“I love surprises,” she says and turns bright pink she clears her throat and starts to cut into her steak taking a small bite moaning as the flavor hits her tongue like she doesn't know how tempting she is. Dear God, is this woman trying to kill me? How the hell am I supposed to keep my hands off her if she keeps making those damn noises? I swear, if I could I would spread her out on this table like a buffet and feast on her little pussy like I have wanted to for the last ten hours.
Trying to keep it together, I take a bite of my steak. It isn't bad for a rush job. I begin thinking about basically anything to try and keep myself in control while she continues to eat her food like it's the best thing she’s ever eaten. I don’t even realize, that I've groaned out loud until she turns the prettiest shade of pink I have ever seen and looks down at her plate.
She clears her throat and wipes her pretty mouth with her napkin. “Oh, I’m sorry Marc. Am I annoying you? Everyone says I am the worst eater.” She ends on a whisper.
I have to grab the edge of the table and force myself not to growl out loud. Whoever the fuck said that to her and made her feel that way is going to pay. In a gravelly voice I tell her “Yes you are.” She looks away.
“But not in the way you think. Absolutely not the way you think. The noises you make don't annoy me, they turn me on. It makes me think of all the other ways I can make you moan. Fuck baby, I have been hard since the moment I knew you were gonna be ok. You and me, Princess,” I say as I gesture between us, “we are happening. There is no way I am letting you go, this is motherfucking it.”
She stares at me blankly for a moment. Then she smiles and my heart lights up. “I want to be yours Marc. I feel like I have known you for years but how is that possible? I don’t even know your last name, or what your favorite color is, or how old you are.”
I love the way she babbles when she is nervous. Reaching over the table I grab her hand and bring it to my lips kissing her knuckles softly.
“It’s okay princess, we may not know each other right now but we have our whole lives to find out. Let’s start by answering the questions you asked. Elson. Thirty. Fire-engine red. You?” I say with a chuckle.
“Jackson. Twenty-two. Purple. Favorite book?”
“Favorite book?” I ask.
She shrugs. “You can tell a lot about a person based on their favorite book.”
I think about this. “Ok princess. It's The Catcher in the Rye. What does that say about me?”
“Hmmm. That is prolific. It tells me two possible things. One, you are a complete cynic who can't handle a sexual encounter.” She says with a smile. Raising an eyebrow at her sudden cheekiness, “or?” I prompt.
“Or this is all a figment of your imagination, whilst you are suffering from a mental breakdown.” I bark out a laugh.
“It's gotta be the second one, because sexual encounters are my middle name.” She visibly pales when I say that, and I regret it immediately. Her eyes flicker to the pink cup I gave her.
