Her eyes follow suit going straight to my groin reminding me I look well beyond my age with my underwear hiked up so high, but it’s too late now.
“I can see,” she says as she takes in the sight of the rod I’m saving just for her. “Watch the snow fall with me,” she says.
I move slowly towards her, never taking my eyes from her.
“Why watch the snow fall, when I can watch your beautiful blonde locks fall around your shoulders instead?” I bring my fingers up by her face, sliding them in-between her strands of hair feeling them slide effortlessly in-between my fingers realizing just how soft she is compared to my hardness.
Then I flip her hair and I do just what I said I’d do…watch it fall to her shoulders and then slide down her back like the ocean returning to the sea.
And I want to see more.
“Do you like that?” she asks so softly I can barely hear.
A growl rumbles through my throat and the void from touching her, if even only her hair, gnaws at me to the bone.
“More than anything…except this,” I say as I lean in as my mouth crashes down on hers.
CHAPTER 8
Thalia
I feel lightning shoot through my body, my panties drenched, my knees weak.
He pulls back from my face, looking at me like a rabid animal that’s gotten its first taste and now all it can think about is having more.
But not just more. All. Everything.
And that’s exactly what I want to give him…if he doesn’t take it first.
“Tell me you don’t feel the same way I do. Tell me the crazed look that I know is covering my face right now doesn’t show the same desire you have inside. And tell me you don’t want this as much as I do.”
“I’ve wanted you since the summer barbecue…since the first time I saw you looking at me it made me beyond moist and ready for you to open me and show me what I’ve been missing…what only you can provide.”
“This is yours if you’re ready,” he says grabbing a handful of his junk over the top of his hiked up boxer briefs, but still coming up way short of getting his entire manliness contained with just one hand. “But you have to be sure, because once we start there’s no going back.”
“There’s nothing to go back to. Everything before you is a blur, like it was just practice for this. For the feelings you give me. For the way you and only you make me feel truly alive when you look at me. The way you undress me with your eyes and the way it gets me so hot to the point where I feel like I could explode…to the point where I just want my clothes to explode off me and for you to make me yours.”
“Make you mine,” he growls, his deep baritone voice finding another octave lower as it sounds like he’s dragging leather over hot coals.
I feel my hands and arms shaking, knowing I’m close. Knowing we’re close.
“All I know is I want you…for you to have me the way you want to have me. For you to take me with the same reckless abandon with which you’re looking at me.”
“You’re not ready for that.”
“Maybe I am. Maybe I’m not. I’m probably not prepared, you’re right. And that’s what excites me and scares the hell out of me at the same time.”
He licks his lips and I feel my nipples aching for him to take them in his mouth.
“There’s no safe word. No stopping me. Once I start I can’t be stopped. Not when it comes to you.”
“Good, because I don’t want you to stop. Not now. Not ever.”
Suddenly he steps straight toward me and his hands clamp down on my hips lifting me right up and off the floor.
I wrap my legs around his back as our lips wrap around each other’s as our tongues dive deep as we facefuck each other like we’re trying to pull the antidote for every need in the world out from each other’s throats.
I feel my body moving and I don’t know if we’re moving or spinning.
I grab the back of his head and pull his kiss into mine, as my fingers slide through his hair, my nails finding first his scalp and then his back.
I feel his colossal cock grinding into me and I push my stomach forward feeling the friction wondering how in the world he’s going to fit all of that into little ol’ me.
I have no clue, but damn do I sure want to get it inside me or die trying.
I pull my lips off of his, panting hard, trying to catch my breath and realizing he’s the only oxygen I need.
His face dives back into mine and we continue our French kiss on steroids before suddenly my body tips to the side slightly.
I hear candles crashing and look over my shoulder quickly to see his forearm following through on the swiping movement it made on the dining room table, clearing it of everything except the smooth lacquer finish.
My ass comes down on the cold surface, but I barely notice.
He drops to his knees and my legs wrap around his head, pulling him into my pussy, but he overpowers me, grabbing my panties and pulling my legs up high and my panties straight off.
He inhales hard through his teeth and the tsking sound has my chest heaving and my back arching.
“This pretty, pink, shaved, glistening pussy is mine and all mine forever,” he says. His hands come forward spreading me wide open and his tongue dives deep causing my eyes to shut.
Suddenly I feel his mouth come off my cunt and I’m furious.
My head jerks up and I see him standing, staring down at my hole, my juices dripping from the corner of his mouth.
“Spread your legs for me. Show me what’s mine, beautiful.”
I open my legs wide and I hear him breathing hard through his nose like he’s a bull about ready to charge.
“Tell me the sweetest thing on earth is mine and only mine forever.”
“It’s yours,” I whimper.
“What’s mine?” he says, demanding one and only one reply.
“My pussy. It’s yours. Take it and make it yours,” I say and his face charges right back into my sex as his tongue pierces my hole as he sucks my juices from me, obsessively possessing them before I even get a chance to give them to him myself.
“I’m gonna come,” I say loudly, but not quite a yell.
He says nothing but the ferocity with which he consumes my cunt speaks louder than if he’d shouted his approval.
His thumb finds my nub as his tongue licks around my hole and he slides a finger in, pressing down and just like that everything goes dark, followed by a flash of light, as I unload a tidal wave of wetness onto his face.
My pussy greedily seizes his meaty finger, wishing it were his cock, but knowing this is a good warm up for the giant five course meal he’s got just waiting for my tightness there underneath his underwear.
I flop like a fish on the table as a second wave washes over me and then a third taking me places I’ve never been and showing me things I didn’t even know I was capable of before.
Because all the fantasizing in the world about him couldn’t have prepared me for this.
I feel his tongue swipe circles as he cleans my cream like a fiend, the tip of his tongue dabbing at my folds and then moving back and forth like a windshield wiper over my wet hole.
Until I feel him blow on my tender pussy he just claimed and feel that it’s dry as a bone.
“Everything okay down there?” my dad voice echoes from upstairs.
I roll off the table so fast I knee him in the head on my way down to the floor. I hit with a thud but feel nothing, my body completely filled with adrenaline and endorphins.
“Just a nightmare, Thomas. You can go back to bed,” he growls.
“Okay, just checking,” my dad says.
I hear the door shut and I bite down hard on my fist as I’m completely laid out on the floor, trying not to laugh.
My entire body spasms with laughter of the best kind. The kind that’s so deep that no noise even comes out, not that there’s anything else inside me to give right now. He emptied me completely in seconds.
I just lo
ok up at him and through the light from the window he gives me a wink and then a smirk, and I know I’ve found my partner in crime for life.
And our next big score can only be one…the heist of a lifetime. For him to steal my virginity right out from underneath my dad’s nose.
CHAPTER 9
Trevor
I lie flat on my back in the middle of the living room floor. The draft is the only thing that’s keeping me from spontaneously combusting after she filled my face with her sticky sweetness.
I stare at the ceiling glad that that pumpkin pie, which was delicious, wasn’t my only desert of the night…nor anywhere near the best one.
Feasting on her right there on the dining room table was exactly how things should be, because I can live off the taste of her alone.
Why would I ever need a Red Bull or Gatorade when the best energy drink in the world is what she’s producing naturally inside of her, and I’m the only one who will ever know the depths of its taste and the effects with which it can invigorate.
A visual of her standing above me and squatting down on my face while my tongue swirls figure eights around her clit as she climaxes repeatedly into my face, fills my mind.
My body is completely horizontal and my cock is completely vertical. It’s so hard it’s pulsing off my stomach.
But as bad as I want to deflower her tonight I can’t. Not like this and not here.
After what happened between us it’s only a matter of time until I do claim her properly, and put a child in that beautiful belly of hers. And then nine short months later I’ll be a father too. Damn, just the thought of it and I can hardly wait.
But we’ll remember our first time forever and she deserves better than some ravishing sexcapades in her downstairs living room.
And as a man who realizes for the first time in his life that he’s found the one and only to make a family with, I have to respect the title of father. And I have to respect her father as much as I can and not do things to his daughter right here in his own home.
But damn it’s gonna be tough.
If she comes back downstairs tonight all bets are off. I won’t be able to hold back and no one on this earth will be able to hold me responsible for what happens between us.
And once we get together in a way that nothing can come between us from doing what we were born to do together, then nothing will ever come between us in any other facets of life again ever.
Because once she’s mine, she’s mine.
I’m going to keep her close and never let her go.
Because when I say she’s mine, I mean she’s mine in every sense of the word.
CHAPTER 10
Thalia
The smell of bacon, eggs, and coffee tickles my nose as I roll over in my bed and throw my hand over Trevor…but he’s not there.
I shake my head from side to side and wipe the sleep from my eyes.
Then I smile.
After what happened last night I came back up to my room and slept like a baby, but now that I’m awake I know the reason why.
I thought the big pillow next to me the entire night was him.
A giggle escapes my lips as my dreams are quickly fading, but they’re still just foggy enough to remember.
Did I mount that pillow and ride it in a semi-conscious, at best, state?
I check the pillow and see a wetness, my hand immediately coming up to my mouth.
“Oh my god,” I say.
“That’s what I thought when I tasted Trevor’s breakfast. He sure can cook.”
I turn to the crack in my door and see my dad standing there in his “World’s Best Dad” T-shirt I got him for Christmas last year. As a matter of fact I bought it one year ago today on the biggest shopping day of the year, the day after Thanksgiving.
“Dad,” I say, pulling the covers up to cover my chest. I can feel that my high beams are on and they only shine for one man and one man only.
The man who apparently has more skills with his hands than even I knew.
“Sorry. Come on down and get a plate. See for yourself. It’s on the table,” he says as he steps out of my door and I lie back down trying to remember all my dreams from last night, but unfortunately can’t.
But one thing's for certain...the part that wasn’t imagined. The part where he took me and made me feel pleasure beyond my wildest dreams.
I’ve never slept so good in my life and I don’t have to be Einstein to figure out that it’s because he shattered my reality late last night with his tongue.
“Wait a minute,” I say under my breath. My mind completely alert even though I just woke up. First of all that never happens…me starting the day with this much energy and second of all this is the first time I’ve heard my dad refer to his boss by his first name.
I’m not sure if I smell something fishy here or what Trevor is cooking up when it comes to getting in good with my dad, but I do smell that breakfast that he cooked and I definitely want to give it a sample before it gets cold.
I splash some water on my face and throw on a baggy sweatshirt and some sweatpants and bound down the stairs like I’m five years old and it’s Christmas morning.
“Mornin’, men!” I say.
Trevor turns from the stove, making our biggest cast iron skillet look miniature in his big grasp, and gives me a smirk.
Does he look incredible all the time?
“You’ve got more energy than I’ve ever seen for it being before about four in the afternoon,” my dad says.
“What time is it?” I gasp.
“Don’t worry. It’s just a bit past nine. I woke up not to long ago thanks to Trevor’s culinary skills.”
“You cook?” I say.
“I saw some things in the fridge and once I spotted that cast iron skillet it was on. I figured I’d whip something up real quick.”
I look at the table where my place has a cup of orange juice, a cup of milk, two perfect sunny side up eggs, halved toast that is perfectly buttered with apple butter, and five strips of bacon.
“I can make pancakes if you prefer or get you something else if you don’t eat meat or drink milk,” he says.
“Oooooh no!” I say bellying up to the table. I stare at the smorgasbord that looks so inviting I’m not even sure where to start. Suddenly I laugh.
“Something funny about the way I cook?” Trevor says.
I look at the table realizing my plate is in exactly the spot where my middle was last night when Trevor, shall we say dined, on a very different kind of meal. And I look at the glass of milk and realize it’s just about in the same spot where my left breast would have been. I giggle again before turning to look at Trevor who gives me a knowing wink and turns back to making more food on the stove, which gives me a good view of the width of his powerful back. I can make out the rippling muscles underneath his crisp white T-shirt.
How come I can’t start every morning like this?
And I haven’t even tried his food.
I balance a piece of crispy bacon on my fork and bite off a mouthful. My eyes close and I literally consider moaning it’s so good.
“Better than leftover turkey?” Trevor asks.
“So. Much.”
“So much like the amount of money Trevor and I are gonna win in the office football pool this week, right Trev?”
“Right,” Trevor says as he high fives my dad and I feel like the world has completely flipped over on its head.
“Speaking of that I’m going to head into the office and do some research so I can pick my winners,” dad says.
I shake my head partly out of disbelief for how good these fried eggs taste and partly out of complete disbelief from what I’m hearing from the two guys in the room.
“Okay. I’m off,” dad says. “You’ll be here when I get back?”
“I’m not sure, dad,” I say.
“I was asking Trevor actually.”
My mouth drops open and I close it quick and then practically choke on my eggs.
“Right here. Ready to strategerize,” he says.
“Strategerize? Is that even a word?” my dad asks.
“It is now,” Trevor says and they high five again.
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