Page 20 of Staying Home with Dad's Best Friend
“Oh!” I cry loudly as the headboard of the bed smashes against the wall.
I cling onto his arms, my nails digging into his hard muscles. The storm inside me finally sweeps me and rips me apart, tossing me high into the air until I’m hit by a flash of lightening. Frank lets out a guttural sound as his cock throbs in synchrony with my walls, spilling the hot liquid of his pleasure deep inside me and filling me with his seed.
I lose track of reality momentarily as my mind still drifts in paradise long after the magical moment, my first orgasm from penetration. Frank’s breathing hard on top of me, covering me like a thick, warm blanket. His cock is still inside of me, twisting a bit once in a while. It feels like it has a life of its own. I giggle.
“What is it?” Frank mumbles, stirring and getting up.
“Nothing,” I say, smiling. “Your thrust is on autopilot.”
“That’s because you feel so goddamn good,” he says as he lies down next to me and pulls me into his arms. “My little slut.”
I purr. I wouldn’t mind him calling slut if he made me feel this good every day.
He cuddles me for a moment and says, “I’ll have to call your dad and tell him not to come pick you up.”
I blink. “What does it mean?”
His eyes darken as he gazes deep into my eyes. “It means you’re mine, sweetheart. You’re going to live with me from now on.”
I’m overwhelmed with joy, but my excitement only lasts for a second. “What if he said no?”
His jaw tightens. “It isn’t up to him. You’re a grownup. As long as we both want it, he can’t stop us.”
I’m shrilled by the prospect of disobeying my dad and flattered by the fact Frank’s willing to give up his friendship with my dad for me. I’m eager to assure Frank I’m a hundred percent his, but my naughty, rebellious self has other ideas.
I lift my eyebrow at him and say, “What makes you so sure I want to live with you?”
His mouth falls, and then his eyes narrow. “Because your greedy pussy tells me so.” He growls as he slips his hand between my thighs.
I shriek as he thrusts a finger into my wetness again.
“So what do you say now, little girl?”
I whimper as his finger spirals around at my sensitive spot. I’m hungry again despite my satisfaction earlier. “Oh, Frank. I want you inside me.”
“Of course you do.” He smirks. “And trust me, you’ll want me do it to you every day and night. Your hungry kitty needs more than three meals a day, Meg. You’re gonna go crazy without my hard cock rubbing your needy walls.”
Oh, my God. He’s right. I’m already fretting and wanting. I don’t think I can live a day without him.
I moan. “I’m sorry, Frank. I need you now. Fuck me, please!”
His eyes are fierce. “You got it, my little greedy kitty!” he says as he lies down, holding me on top of him.
Epilogue
Five months later
Beaver: the King of Wetlands
By Megan Davis
Beavers are incredibly smart and hard-working animals. They’re also the only animals besides humans that are able to reshape the landscape for their own benefits. Beavers build dams in rivers and streams to make ponds and then build houses in these ponds to protect themselves from predators such as wolves and bears. Using of their architectural skills, beavers are able to create wetlands and build communities. Like humans, beavers are also monogamous and pairs mate for life. Unlike humans, beaver families can be large. It isn’t unusual for a household to have ten babies!
It’s the end of summer and I’m finishing up my term paper for my Introduction to Animal Behavior class. In the past two months, Frank would take me to observe the beavers every week, for as long as two hours each time. I also read tons of articles about them online. I’ve learned so much about the beavers I can call myself an expert now. The more I learn about them, the more I adore these amazing creatures and I’m sad about their rapidly declining population as well.
After submitting my paper online, I let out a sigh of relief and organize my desk. I have two weeks before the fall semester begins. I’ll be taking classes online, at home again, but I don’t mind it at all, especially my husband is working in the study right next to the living room.
I’ve been living with Frank for almost five months now, and I still have the feeling I’m dreaming. Everything is just too perfect, including the beautiful river view right outside the window. Even my mom, who prefers SoCal’s warm weather, has thoughts about moving up here one day.
