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"I'm good, Dad," I said, not wanting to talk about myself. “Well, thanks for your time.”
I stood up to leave. Visits with my father had always been all business anyways. The man believed in nothing more than himself. I hurried down to the garage to find Anthony.
I watched Anthony from afar. He looked more manly in the garage environment. He was fascinated by something in the car engine area, so I moved closer.
As soon as Anthony spotted me, he sighed.
"Laura," he said quietly, "go home."
The words almost sounded like a warning, but I ignored him. I went even closer and looked around. It was quite dark in there for the middle of the morning. I got even closer.
Anthony closed the gap between us, his face dangerously set.
"Turn around," he ordered as he grabbed my hips and rested me face-first against the side of a car. His voice was suddenly deeper, and I rubbed my thighs together.
He slipped a hand under my jacket.
"Laura, you really should go home now," Anthony said as his hand kept getting further under my jacket and started massaging my breast. I rubbed my thighs together, feeling hot everywhere. His other hand moved up to caress my neck.
"Laura, I need you to turn around," I heard as his breathing became faster.
He flipped me over against the car, and my body shivered.
He unbuttoned the jacket, examining my lingerie.
"You wore this for me?"
I nodded, as I couldn't speak. Both of his hands were now caressing my neck.
He moved one hand from my neck down to my shoulder, then to my hip, and then he repeated the action with both hands this time, letting his hands finally drift down under the waistband of my skirt to the edge of my lacey thong.
He drew in a deep breath, and then he suddenly ripped apart the delicate material of the thong and it fell to the ground.
He knelt down in front of me and spread my legs.
I was so wet now, and I was trembling right in front of his face.
"A-An-thony…" my words not forming properly.
Then he grabbed my ass in his hands, dug his fingers in, and positioned his head under me. He looked up, and, with his tongue, traced circles around my clit, making me come right on his face. As I tried to catch my breath, I realized that I had never felt anything like that before. The way Anthony's hands moved over my curves, the way his tongue sent electricity through my body, and the way his warm breath spoke words of passion into my ears made me feel alive and wanted in a way I had never experienced before.
I looked down at him, and I saw the hunger in his eyes. He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. His hand moved up to my breast, cupping it gently before giving it a firm squeeze. I let out a soft moan, and he chuckled in response.
"God, you're beautiful," he whispered as he stood to kiss me.
His lips were soft and warm against mine, and I felt my body respond to his touch. He pressed his body against mine, and I could feel the hardness of his cock through his pants. I wanted him so badly at that moment that it hurt.
We continued to kiss, our tongues dancing together in a frenzied rhythm. His hands moved over my body again, exploring every inch of me.
Suddenly, we heard a loud noise from inside the house. We quickly pulled away from each other, and I could see the panic in Anthony's eyes.
"Shit, you have to go," he said as he helped me to my feet and picked up the now-useless thong material. I quickly straightened myself and hurried out of the garage.
On the taxi ride back to my house, I couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment. I had wanted more of Anthony, but I knew that we couldn't risk getting caught. When we had said our goodbyes, I saw the desire in his eyes.
I knew that this wouldn’t be the end of it.
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