Page 19 of Dad's Best Friend Scientist
I chuckle. “You must be kidding.” I do have large boobs, and I have tried to make them visible in front of David, but he never seemed to have noticed them.
He continues to mold my swells in his large hands, making them even fuller and larger. “I’m gonna fuck your titties one day, soon, and cover them with my come. It’s gonna feel magical.”
My God. I’ve never for the life of me expected such dirty talks from my dad’s brilliant scientist friend. The fact that he’s been fantasizing about all these dirty things with me thrills me. My whole body is burning with desire, and I beg him to thrust. “Enough foreplay. Fuck me please, David.”
David lets go of my boobs with a grunt. He then grasps my hips with both hands and thrusts slowly but steadily. “You’re doing okay, baby? I’m not hurting you, am I?”
“No you aren’t. It feels good,” I say with a coo. It hurts just a little but I don’t tell him because I don’t want him to stop again. Besides, as the idiom goes, no pain, no gain. The pleasure feels fantastic with the pain, and I can’t seem to have enough of it. With each thrust, David’s hardness not only stretches my pussy but also glides through all the aching points, leaving trails of invigorating sensation that expands into my whole body. I’ve never been as alive as this. Every nerve ending inside me vibrates with desire and energy. Each time he pushes into me, he fills me with so much passion I could burst, but when he pulls out, I’m deprived and empty and desperate to have him back.
“Fuck. Zena, you’re made for taking my cock,” David murmurs as he quickens his pace, driven by my eagerness. “You’re the first woman that hasn’t complained about the pain.”
Remembering what he said about his past women last night, I feel a bit jealous and I say, “I’m yours, David. And tell me you are mine.”
“I’m yours, sweetheart. God. I wish I hadn’t waited for so long.”
“We need to make up all the years we’ve missed.”
“You’re right, baby. I’m going to fuck you every day and night from now on,” he says, panting. “How’s that?”
“Ooh,” I coo. “But that’s not possible. You aren’t even in town most of the time.”
“I’m going to move back home.”
“What? What about your job?”
“I’ll find another one near home. There’re many robotics companies around nowadays.”
I squeal. “Yes, David. I like that very much.”
He rams into me with a grunt. “I’ll fill you with loads and loads of my seed every time I fuck you and you’re going to give my mom her grandbabies.”
“Yes, David. Yes.”
David’s cock pulses inside me as my walls clamp down on him, and he lets out a loud grunt as he explodes.
As if it isn’t enough of a clash, David reaches a hand down between our junctures and presses his thumb on my swollen nub. “David!” I scream as my body spasms, sending a powerful tropical storm to match his explosive volcano.
He turns me around and holds me in his arms, and we stay like that, kissing.
A knock on the door breaks our postcoital bliss.
“Is everything okay there, David?” Linda asks. “Are you fighting with your dad?”
I stifle a giggle while David laughs. “No, Mom. I’m making babies with Zena.”
What? Did he really say that? My jaw falls.
After a soft gasp, Mrs. Davison doesn’t speak a word outside for a moment. “That’s wonderful. Wait, is this a joke? Are you making fun of your mother?”
My mouth opens even wider. Why doesn’t she sound mad or surprised?
“No, it isn’t a joke, Mom,” he says while gazing at me. “Right, Zena?”
I’m burning with embarrassment. “Right. Linda. We…err, did it. Ed convinced David to make babies with me.” Shit. I bury my face into David’s chest and stop talking.
“In that case, I’ll leave you two alone. I’m going to make Zena’s favorite shrimp scampi for her. You’ll stay for dinner, right, dear?”
“I don’t know,” I say hesitantly. “My mom is probably waiting for me to come home.”
