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The ride to his house was short but exhilarating. Anna clung to him as he weaved through traffic, the wind whipping past her. When they finally pulled up to his house, he cut the engine and helped her off the bike. "Welcome home," Zack’s house was a modern, three-story house, built with reddish-brown bricks and large windows. Zack parked his motorcycle besides the black garage. Anna and Zack walked over the driveway to the front door. Zack unlocked the front door and pulled her inside, closing it behind her. The house was quiet and neat, no sign of his father. They were in the foyer, where a single table stood in the middle with roses in it. “See? All alone,” he said with a grin, and before Anna could have time to admire the interior of the house, he pressed her back against the door. “Now i can have you all to myself.” His hands went straight to her clothes, unbuttoning her shirt with practiced ease. “Let’s get rid of these,” he murmured, pushing the fabric off her shoulders. He didn

“Let’s just stay like this for a while,” his hand rested possessively on her hip as he settled in, his body warm and solid against hers. The room was quiet except for the sound of her breathing and the occasional creak of the bed. It was perfect. “I can sleep over. I told my dad I was staying at a friend’s house. But sleepovers can only happen on weekends,” Anna said firmly and snuggled into his arms. Zack grunted in agreement, his arm tightening around her. “Weekends it is, and you are staying all day. No leaving early.” He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. “Maybe, I’ll even let you pick a movie,” he offered, a rare concession. “And we can order something to eat,” he added. He placed a soft kiss on her shoulder blade. “Just as long as you stay right here with me.” His breathing soon evened out, and Anna could tell he was falling asleep. He held her close, as if afraid she might disappear if he let go. This time she stayed in his arms and peacefully dri

A few minutes later, Anna heard Zack rummaging around in the kitchen downstairs. She takes the opportunity to look around his bedroom. His bedroom was surprisingly near, considering his rough exterior. The walls were a deep blue, and posters of various bands and cars were tacked up haphazardly. There was a comic themed poster of the band, Metallica and a Guns n’ Roses poster, with pistols entangled with roses. On his cupboard door there was a Linkin Park poster with the whole band, including the deceased lead singer, Chester Bennington. The car posters included a red Ferrari, a yellow McLaren, a black Pagani and a white Lamborghini. Zack’s desk was cluttered with textbooks and comic books . A guitar leaned against the wall in the corner, gathering dust. Anna imagined Zack playing the guitar and her heart fluttered. On the nightstand beside the bed, she saw a framed photo of a smiling woman who looked like an older version of Zack. His mother, she realized. Next to it was a crumpled pa

“I don’t know if I can wait that long...” Zack helped Anna sit up on the examination table, and she swung her legs off the table. “But the second those hours are up,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear, “I am going to fuck you so hard you will forget your own name.” He pulled her into his arms and off the table, pressing a deep kiss to her lips. “Let’s go,” he said when her finally pulled away. “The waiting is the hardest part,” he added with a sigh. Anna straightened up and brushed the wrinkles out of her dress. “We could watch a movie, distract ourselves from the wait. Do you have popcorn at home?” Zack’s eyes lit up at her suggestion. “Fuck yes, I have popcorn,” he said with a wide grin. “And all the junk food we could want,” he added while they walked out of the examination room, his hand gently resting on her lower back. “A movie it is,” he declared when they walked out the clinic, “something with lots of action so we can make out during the boring parts.” he added. T

Zack watched Anna pull back slowly, his eyes glued to her lips as they slid along his shaft. The sight of her mouth stretched around him was incredibly erotic. “That’s it,” he urged, his voice thick with desire. “Just like that. Fuck, you are perfect.” He could feel the pleasure building inside him, coiling tight in his stomach. “Don’t stop,” he pleaded, his hips starting to move in rhythm with her mouth. “I am getting close.” His body tensed, his muscles coiling like springs as he felt his orgasm approaching. He gripped her hair tighter, guiding her head to match his increasingly frantic thrusts. “Fuck, I am going to come,” he gasped, his voice strained. “Swallow it all, okay? Don’t spill a drop.” His hips jerked erratically as the first wave of pleasure washed over him. He let out a low groan, his hot seed pulsing into her mouth. Anna swallowed it all obediently, her throat working to take every last drop. When he was finally spent, he slumped back against the couch cushions, breat