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“I want to cum inside you,” he growls in my ear, and my whole body heats up. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. I gasp.

“Do it,” I whisper. “Please…do it.”

“I’m going to fill your tight little pussy with my cum…right…now…” he growls. And then, with one final thrust, I reach my second orgasm, crying out as dizziness takes over me. He grunts one last time and I feel him cum inside me. It’s such a strange new sensation, but I love it. Even as I’m still riding the high of the moment, I want him to do it again. I want him to do it to me every day for the rest of my life. He pulls me close, kissing my skin as he’s still inside me. I’m breathing hard, wondering what the hell just happened. Reality hits me like a tonne of bricks…I just lost my virginity. And not just that…I lost it to a man twice my age. I lost it to my Dad’s best friend.

And I don’t regret it one bit.

CHAPTER 8

Flynn

Thanksgiving is tomorrow, and last night gave me plenty of reasons to be thankful. I’m thankful for the sexy curves of Lexi’s body. I’m thankful for her virginity and the fact that I got to take it as I made her mine for real. I’m thankful for the way her body responded to mine in the darkness of her bedroom. And most of all, I’m thankful that we both gave this a second chance.

I thought for a moment that we were over. I was trying to prepare myself for how much it was going to hurt to let her go so soon. But now, I know that there’s no going back. When we fucked last night, we committed to something unspoken. We committed to our feelings, despite the consequences. Now, we have to accept that whatever comes next, we’ve invited the results of our intimacy. Still, I happen to think that Lexi is completely worth anything that goes wrong now.

It’s hard keeping my cool at breakfast today. Lexi keeps sneaking glances at me and I don’t think it’s escaped Eddie’s notice. He’s in a very solemn mood this morning and keeps glancing between the two of us.

“Are you guys alright? You’re both being very quiet.”

“I’m just tired, Dad,” Lexi shrugs with a smile. “I’ll feel better after some breakfast.”

“Well, I hope so.” Eddie turns to me. “We have a tradition where we always go on a long walk the day before Thanksgiving…I think it helps to give a clear headspace and think about what we’re grateful for. What do you think? Do you want to come with us?”

How could I possibly turn down the chance of more time with Lexi? She smiles at me and I feel my cock harden in my pants. Sure, it’s going to be hard being around both of them at the same time. It’s uncomfortable enough at this breakfast. But I love the idea of letting her walk ahead so that I can see her sexy hips and ass swaying as she walks. It’s got me hot under the collar just thinking about it.

“Sure, I’d like that. I have to be back relatively early, though, to make preparations for tomorrow.” It’s not a complete lie. I have a few last minute preparations to make. But really, I’m hoping that Eddie will head to bed early and give me some time with Lexi. The time she’s been here has seemed fleeting, and I want as much time alone with her as I can get.

Eddie nods in agreement as he sips his coffee. “Fine. Let’s get going as soon as possible then. I want to walk off all this food I’ve been eating.”

Half an hour later, we’re all piling out of the house in our walking gear. I can’t help staring at Lexi in her sexy little outfit. She’s wearing sports leggings that hug her curves and a tight fitting hoodie that cuts off just above her stomach. It’s a treat for me, to be sure. As she starts to follow her father down the driveway, I get a good look at her shapely ass. I’m hard as a rock and already regretting leaving the house when I could be at home fucking her, but I guess we have to keep up appearances. Plus, it gives me a chance to get to know her better.

Eddie leads us along the coastal path near the house and Lexi falls into step with me. Her father’s determined marching means that we can hang back and chat without him bothering us. Slyly, I rub a circle on her back, just to have a chance to touch her for a moment.

“You do this every year?” I ask her. She sighs with a nod.

“Yeah. I guess he’s hoping we can keep at least one of our Thanksgiving traditions. This year must be strange for him.”

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