Page 22 of Dad's Best Friend Professor
“Ready?” I ask.
Anna nods her head, and her eyes brightened with excitement.
I slowly slip in her stretched slit, making her jolt a little. “Fuck,” she says with a giggle. “You must be even bigger than the extra-large plug.”
I laugh. “Are you okay, baby? Am I hurting you? Tell me to stop.”
“No! Don’t stop. Deeper. It feels great. Stuffed, but great,” she says and lets her head fall forward against my shoulder while sinking lower on me.
I slip a little deeper, entering her inch by inch, knowing her anus is a sensitive zone. Thanks to her diligent practice with the plug, she takes me without much resistance and I’m soon balls deep, and the sensation of being gripped by her tight rectum wall is incredible.
“Fuck, Anna, you’re amazing,” I murmur while holding still to enjoy the moment, my voice ragged. “I don’t think I’ll last long.”
“Me neither,” she responds and kisses my forehead. “It feels so good I can’t even breathe.”
I lift her up and pull back, and then thrust in again. We both moan at the same time. Anna gazes at me with a smile, her eyes shimmering with lust. “Promise you’ll do this to me every day, Tony.”
“I promise you, baby,” I say and tilt her body slightly away from me so I can hit her erogenous zone every time I thrust.
Anna’s moan becomes desperate. “Fuck me harder, Tony,” she begs. “You won’t break me.”
I groan and pick up my pace, diving into her hard and fast until I feel myself tip over into the electric sizzle of climax. I slow down and wait for Anna. Seeing that she’s on the edge, too, I slip a hand between us and press my middle finger against her sensitive nub. She screams as her body convulses, giving me the final push to the explosion.
Our body still trembling, I rest my forehead against hers and breathe with her.
After wiping down our sticky love fluid, we lie on the couch to rest, Anna on top of me. Soon we fall into a blissful sleep. I dream of a future with Anna at Sunnyvale: coming home after a long day’s work, cooking dinner for her, cuddling with her in front of the TV, dirty sex, steamy shower, and babies … Christ. That’s paradise. I’d need to build a bigger house—at least three bedrooms, a study, and a nursery. I’m planning for the design of the crib when I hear an impatient doorbell.
“Who the hell is that?” Anna wakes with a grumble.
“Tony! Are you home?”
Fuck. We both sit bolt upright. It’s John, or Dr. Smith.
“Inside my bedroom. Hide!” I tell her, putting on my clothes.
“He knows I’m here,” she says. “I told him. And my car is outside.”
Damn. “Then pretend you’re cleaning the bathroom,” I instruct her.
“Okay,” she gathers her clothes and runs into my bedroom.
I button my shirt while opening the front door.
“Hey, John. What’s up?” I fake a yawn. “Sorry. I just got up with a nap.”
He frowns. “Had a late night?”
“S-sort of,” I avoid his eyes and let him in. “Can I get you a drink?”
“No,” he says. “I’m not going to stay long. I only want to tell you the good news in person.”
My mouth opens as I guess the meaning. “Did I get the job?”
“Are you expecting other news?” John says with an eye-roll.
“No, it’s just…I haven’t expected it,” I grin and hug my old friend. “Thank you!”
When I pull away, I’m actually crying, for the first time after my dad passed away.
