He shifted slightly, the hard ridge of his cock pressing more insistently against her hip. "You drive a hard bargain," he murmured, his lips grazing her neck. His hand tightened on her hip, fingers digging in slightly. "But it will be worth it," he said. "Watching you on your knees while my dad is just in the other room? Fucking perfect." He captured her lips in a deep, hungry kiss. "You are going to make me crazy with desire," he breathed when he pulled away. "But I will be good and wait." Anna smirked, feeling powerful and in control. Zack's father came back into the living room and asked Anna, "Has my son offered you anything to eat?" Anna nodded, "Yes sir, he made me some pancakes earlier." Zack's father's eyes widened slightly, "Pancakes?" he says surprised and turns to Zack, "I didn't know you could make pancakes son." Zack shrugged, trying to play it cool, but a faint blush colored his cheeks. "I can cook a few things," he said defensively. "You are not the only one who knows their way around the kitchen." His father raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by this revelation. "Well, well," he said, a small smile playing on his lips. "Maybe there is hope for you yet." he looked at Anna, his expression softening. "Good girl," he said approvingly. "At least someone is teaching him some useful life skills." Zack rolled his eyes at his father's comment but didn't say anything. He just pulled Anna closer against him, his hand resting possessively on her thigh. His father chuckled and shook his head. "Alright, I will leave you two to your movie and... Studying," he said, giving Anna a knowing look before heading up the stairs.
"I think your dad likes me," Anna chanted teasingly. Zack scoffed, but there was a hint of pride in his voice. "Of course, he likes you, you are perfect." he said and presses a kiss onto her forehead. "He just doesn't like me bringing other girls home," he explained. "But you are different." His hand slid from her thigh to her stomach. "You are my girl," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "And soon, you will be my girls in every way possible." he shifted slightly, the hard length of his cock pressing against her hip again. "Just a little longer," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "Then I am going to fuck you so good, you will forget all about my dad." Anna smiled a small smile, then says, "Alright, then let's focus on the movie properly." They continue to watch the movie, Zack covers them with a blanket, and they cuddle as they watch. Five minutes before the end of the movie, Anna slips her hand under the blanket and teasingly rubs his groin through his jeans. He sucked in a sharp breath as her hand made contact with his groin. He shifted slightly, giving her better access as he tried to focus on the movie. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, his eyes fixed on the screen but seeing nothing. "You are killing me." Her touch was light at first, just a gentle rubbing over the fabric of his jeans. But as the minutes ticked by, her movements became more insistent, more deliberate.
Zack bit his lip to stifle a groan as she cupped him through the denim, feeling the hard ridge of his erection. "Keep doing that," he whispered, his voice strained. "Just like that." His hand found hers under the blanket, pressing it harder against him. "You are so fucking good at this," he breathed, his hips starting to move in time with her stroked. The final credits of the movie rolled, but neither of them paid attention. Anna unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and pulled them down along with his boxers, just enough so that his cock sprung free under the blanket. Then she wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked it slowly. He let out a low, guttural groan as her bare hand wrapped around his cock. His hips jerked involuntarily, pushing himself deeper into her grip. "Fuck," he gasped, his head falling back against the couch cushions. "That feels so good." He looked down at her, his eyes dark with lust. "You are really going to do it, huh?" he whispered, his voice husky. "Right here?" Anna looked him deep in the eyes nodded and continued to stroke him slowly. He reached out and tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her closer. "Put it in your mouth," he urged, his voice barely a whisper. "Suck my cock." His other hand gripped the edge of the couch tightly as he waited for her lips to close around him. She leaned down and slowly licked the tip of his cock, licking up some of the precum on it. Her eyes were dark with desire as she looked up at him, through her lashes.
His breath hitched as her tongue swirled around the head of his cock. He watched her through heavy-lidded eyes, his hips twitching with anticipation. "Fuck, yes," he breathed, his voice a low growl. "That is it." He tightened his grip on her hair, not pulling her down, but guiding her movements. "Take it all," he urged. "I want to feel the back of your throat." His other hand moved from the couch to her shoulder, squeezing gently. The muscles in his stomach tensed as he waited for her to take him into her mouth. He could hear his father moving around upstairs, the soft creak of floorboards a stark contrast to the heavy breathing filling the room beneath. Anna moved her head down, until his whole cock was in her mouth and the tip pressed against the back of her throat, then she pulled back slowly. Zack let out a low, guttural moan as she took him deep into her throat, his hips bucked involuntarily, trying to push himself even deeper. "Holy shit," he gasped, his fingers tightening in her hair. "You take me so fucking well."