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“Well, I have a little garden right now, but someday, I’d like to farm more of it. I’d like to put some animals in the pasture, too but there’s no time with my schedule. I guess those things need to wait until I have a wife and kids to help out,” he grins at me and I shrug my shoulders.

“Maybe someday you’ll get lucky,” I smile.

7

MAKING A HOME FOR MARCIE

MASON

We go to the only furniture store in town and after a long struggle, I convince Marcie to pick out a dining set, sofa, and coffee table. If I pressed her any harder, she might have hyperventilated. She calculated every penny and was busy trying to calculate how long it would take her to pay me back. I didn’t tell her but I have no intention of ever taking a dime from her.

It’s late in the day when we arrive back at her apartment but I make quick work of unloading the truck and placing the pieces where she wants them. When I finish, she puts her arms around me and says, “I don’t know how to thank you for this.”

“Just keep smiling like that. That’s all the thanks that I need, little girl. Now, we missed breakfast and lunch. How about some dinner on this brand-new furniture?”

“Well, I don’t have any dishes or silverware. Oh, or food,” she cringes.

“That’s okay. We can have something delivered,” I tell her.

We order our dinner and sit down on her new sofa. She snuggles under my arm, and I feel the all-too-familiar sting in my groin. I can’t resist any longer. I need to know what it’s like to be inside her. I take her by the arms and guide her onto my lap. She laughs and leans forward to kiss me. I make circles around her nipples with my fingers and ask, “Can you feel how hard you make me?”

“Yes, I feel it,” she breathes.

“I want to take you to bed, princess. Do you want me to fuck you?”

“You know, I’ve never done this before. Is that okay? I don’t want to disappoint you.” Her face is beet red, and she tries to look away but not before I gently grab her face and rest my forehead on hers.

“Oh, baby. That’s more than okay. Besides, there’s absolutely no way you’ll disappoint me. I want to be your first and your last,” I explain.

“My last?” she questions me.

“If we do this, it’s for keeps. You belong to me and only me. Forever. Understand?”

“I think so,” she answers and I swat her on the ass.

“That’s not the right answer, baby,” I tell her as I lift her shirt over her head.

“What is the right answer?” she teases me so I slap her ass again and she bites her lower lip.

“Yes. You say yes,” I demand.

“Hmm, are you sure?” she flashes a devious smile and I flip her over my knee, hiking up her skirt and exposing her sexy panties.

I rub her sweet ass then bring my hand down hard on it and watch her cheek wiggle when I make contact. I massage the spot and squeeze it.

“Are you ready to play nice?” I ask her.

“Not yet,” she pants so I slap her bottom three times in a row and she grinds her little pussy against my leg. My manhood is already so hard it aches.

“Your ass is all red, baby. If we keep this up you won’t be able to sit down tomorrow.”

“Okay, yes. I understand. If I give myself to you, I’m yours,” she declares and I lift her up and carry her to her bedroom.

I sit on the edge of the bed and tell her, “Take off your bra so I can suck on your sweet tits.”

She removes her bra and I admire her big, firm breasts. Her nipples are hard from the spanking and I pull her toward me and suck on one, then the other. I reach behind her and unzip her skirt, pushing it off her big, round ass then do the same with her tiny, lace thong. I put my hands on her hips and push her back two steps so that I can take in her full form. I spin her around and admire the pink, lifted handprint that I left on her ass. Then I pull her close and kiss her hot skin.

I remove my shirt and stand to take off my jeans. Her eyes grow wide when my swollen cock springs free of its cloth prison.

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