Page 92 of Flawless

“Forty-nine minutes, to be exact,” I say.

She shimmies out of her shorts, pulls her top off, and tosses it to the floor.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

She reaches her hand into my pants and grabs my rigid cock.

“Getting some practice in just in case I ever change my mind about making a baby.”

“Dani!” I growl, pulling my shorts off and spreading her legs.

I pause, looking at her for her approval.

“Z, we were always required to be tested. That’s become a ritual for me. I’ve done a lot and been through a lot, but by God’s grace, I’m clean.”

Tears prick my eyes. I lean down and kiss her lips as I slowly slide inside of her warmth. This is the first time that I’ve been inside of her without protection. Her tightness, her warmth, and her slickness propel me to cum right away, but I hold on to my restraint.

Her hips rise to meet mine, and we lose ourselves in one another. It doesn’t take long before I lose my way, drowning in her slick heat and her desire. I want what she wants, and I give her what she needs.

Within minutes, we find release in each other.

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DANICA

“When did you learn to cook, Dani?” Mama asks, impressed as she pushes away from the table.

She has cleaned her plate, and so has Daddy, but he’s been quiet mostly throughout dinner.

He’s spoken to Zenon a lot, and they’re getting along well. Zenon openly shares with him about his professional career and the route that it took.

“You seem to care about Danica a lot,” I overhear my dad when Mama and I step out onto the deck.

“I love that woman more than life itself, Mr. Maxwell. I’m not saying that because she’s your daughter.”

Zenon turns and smiles at me as I step beside him. Wrapping his arm around me, he says, “I’m saying it because it’s been true almost from the beginning.”

“Zenon, Dani was telling me about a bookshelf that you built,” Mama interrupts.

“Yes, since I retired from soccer, I learned that I have woodworking skills. I’ve had time to hone them over the years, especially since I have been here. I did the bookshelf inside of the house and a few other things.”

“Please, come and show me. I would love to see what you’ve created,” Mama says, taking Zenon’s arm and looping hers through it.

“My pleasure,” Zenon says, giving my shoulder a little squeeze of encouragement with his other arm.

When he releases me, I stiffen just a little. My father is standing with his back to the deck, staring at me.

Clearing my throat, I ask him, “Are you thirsty, Daddy?”

“No.”

“Well, this is awkward,” I mutter, dropping down onto a chair and crossing my legs at the ankles.

My dad pushes off the railing and takes a chair opposite me.

“What? Your boyfriend taking your mother away to force us to talk?”

“Yes. You’ve barely said two words to me since your arrival, but you speak a lot to Zenon and Mama.”

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