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Dads Best Friend 2

When they say that make up sex is the best, They are so right.
As I awoke the following morning, all I kept thinking about was, did I dream what happened between me and Mike the night before? Absolutely not possible. I got up, got dressed and that's when I realized it was no dream. My entire body was sore.

"Good morning mommy!" I said as I walked into the kitchen.

"Good morning sweetie," she answered.

"Where's dad and Mike?" I asked looking out the window for dad's truck.

"They left about two hours ago headed to work. Why?" she replied.

"Ah, no reason, was just wandering," I said, as I started trying to text Mike's cell. Why had he not told me goodbye?

I tried texting and calling Mike several times during the day that day, but only to receive no answer in return. Was he ignoring me? Did he really mean it when he had told me that he loved me, or was it just a lie. At this point, I really honestly wasn't sure what to think.

A couple of days go by, and still no word. I was so confused. By this time I had finally had enough. I needed to know why he was avoiding me.

"Mom, I'm going to town," I said, as I grabbed my keys off the table, heading out the door.

"Well, OK, I guess. Just stay out of trouble please," she replied.

"Don't worry mom, I will," I yelled jumping in my ford explorer cranking up the radio.

I intentionally didn't tell her where I was going. If I had mentioned that I was going out to Mike's she would have quite literally had a cow. Mike lived in a rough part of town that was known for most of the cop calls in our little town. They tried to keep me away from there as often as they possibly could.

It took me less than ten minuets to get into town. Then only a few seconds to get from there to Mike's street. I turned up the stereo as I always did blaring Godsmack's Crying like a bitch. When I pulled up, Mike was standing out in his front yard in what looked to be a rather heated conversation with some girl. And by heated, I don't mean that in a good way. I think it was one of his ex's. As I put the truck in park and shut off the engine, she shoots a go to hell look my way.

"Who the hell is she Mike?" I heard the woman yelling as I step out of the truck.

"I don't really believe it's any of your business who I am," I answered walking up to the two of them stopping a few feet from Mike.

"Krystal, What are you doing here?" Mike asked with a pleading look on his face as if trying to tell me not to cause an even bigger argument.

"You weren't answering my calls or text, and I honestly just wanted to know what's going on."

"He's been too busy pleasing me," she retorted smiling.

"Yea, Honey I highly doubt that," I answered, but deep down, I wondered if what she was saying may be true. I think Mike realized what I was thinking and it reflected in his next answer.

"Jaz, you need to leave. I told you when we broke up, that we were done, and I meant it. I want nothing else to do with you. Give it up and stop trying to win me back. Your making yourself look like a fool."

"Is she the reason that you left me Mike? Did you really leave me for this bitch?" She yelled looking at me through the entire sentence.

"Ya know what, You stupid ass tramp, maybe he did, but you don't even know me, so you need to keep that trap of yours shut before it gets you into a world of trouble. Now, he told you to leave, so get the hell out of his yard." I replied trying to keep my voice down, so that not to attract attention from the neighbors. It was hard though. I was getting extremely annoyed and pissed off.

She just glared at me as if she didn't know what to say. Then she turned to Mike. "Well Mike, when you get tired of little girls and want a real woman give me a call," then she got into her car and left.

Mike walked up to me and attempted to hug me, but I took a few steps back. "What I can't have a hug?" He asked

"I don't know Mike. Can you answer a phone?" I tried to sound as cold as possible.

His head dropped in shame. I was so mad at him, but then again there was something inside me that wanted to forget the whole thing and fuck his brains out. I was so confused by my own feelings. Why did this man have so much power over me?

"Krystal, I'm sorry. I honestly don't know what to say to fix this. I guess the only explanation I have is that I was scared."

"Scared of what Mike?" I asked a little shocked.

"Scared of how I feel. Krystal, I've never felt this way about any one. Every minute since that night, you are all I can think about. In the past I was able to over look it. Now that I have physically been with you, I can no longer hold them back. And I guess I'm also afraid of your father finding out. He would literally kill me," he answered slowly looking up at me as if searching for some idea of what I was thinking.

I honestly didn't know what to say. I was at a complete loss for words. I had absolutely nothing.

"Mike...I..I." I didn't have time to come up with anything. He quickly grabbed me around the waist pulling me to him. He locked his lips with mine in for the most passionate kiss I had ever experienced. At that point all thoughts of being mad at him were non-existent.

"Wow!" I said breathing heavily when he finally backed out of the kiss. He only looked and smiled still holding me by the waist. Taking my hand he lead me into the house. We sat down on the couch and Mike turned on the t.v. , sat back and held me to him, kissing me on the top of the head every few minuets. It was rather sweet honestly.

"Mike, I wanna do something for you," I said looking up into his beautiful blue eyes.

"Anything you want baby," he answered.

I sat up onto my knees beside him, and began UN-zipping his pants. I pulled his dick out and took it into my mouth. I felt him suck in a deep breath and groan as I started moving it in and out of my mouth slowly at first, but then picking up some speed.

"Fuck that feels so good baby!" he said through rough breathing.

I hadn't given anyone a blow job in a long time, so this made me feel good that I still knew how to please a man with my mouth. With his dick in my mouth I needed some relief of my own. I reached down with my hand, sliding it into my shorts, slowly rubbing my fingers back and forth against my awaiting bud. After only a few minuets I could feel his on coming orgasm in his twitching cock. I stop abruptly.

"Not yet! I want you to come inside me. Fuck me Mike! Show me how much you want me."

He quickly jumped up letting his pants fall to the floor.I stood up to re situate myself, and Mike shoved me back onto the couch, climbing on top of me as soon as I hit the cushions. He nearly ripped my shorts and panties down, but was a little easier taking off my tank top. I could feel his hardness pressing against my opening stretching me to accept him. It felt good, yet it hurt at the same time from the fact I was still sore.

All I could think about was him being between my legs, lowering himself onto me. I could feel his dick stretching me with each attempt to move back and forth, going deeper with each forward movement. When he was sure it would go all the way, he rammed into me as hard as he possibly could. I screamed loud enough that I knew the neighbors had to have heard, but I didn't care. He felt so good inside me.

Mike began pounding into me vigorously over and over, harder and harder. The harder he thrust the louder I screamed in pleasure. I forced my eyes open to look up at him and all I saw in his eyes was a mixture of love and animalistic lust. It only turned me on even more.

I didn't even feel my orgasm before it ripped through my body. I screamed and trashed about as my mind sent my body over the brim of reality.

"Holy Shit! Oh God Mike it feels so fucking good. Please don't stop," I screamed.

Mike smiled down at me continuing at his ravaging pace, until he began trembling with his own on coming orgasm. I dug my nails into his back as he spilled his load into me. He came so much I could feel it seeping out around his dick mixing with my own juices and running onto the couch as he fell against me. He slowed his pace stopping only when he was sure he had emptied his entire load into me. We laid there for a while just holding each other, while we took the time to catch our breath.

When I was able to speak I asked him the one question I had wanted to ask him since I first got there.

"Mike, did you really mean it when you said you loved me?"

He lifted my face to look at him before he answered, "More than anything. I want to be with you Krystal. More than just physically. I want to someday have you as my wife and the mother of my children, if you will have me. I truely love you."

Before I could answer there was a knock at the door. "Open the door Mike!"

We both just look at each other with scared as hell looks on our faces...............

......To be continued.
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