It was a beautiful foggy Saturday morning holding a temperature that felt pleasant to the skin. The air smelled crisp and cold.
Derick had told Zina she was invited to their family holiday reunion happening soon at his father’s house. And for that, Marcus has requested for Zina and Derrick’s assistance in putting few things in order towards the ceremony.
“Oh, Derick, there’s something about your father that makes me feel nervous around him,” she made to explain, but Derick interrupted her.
He chuckled humorously at Zina talking about his father that way.
“My father can be quite intimidating at times. Don’t be shy, you need to interact more with him and you’ll find out he is a wonderful man.”
Derick had barely stepped foot in Marcus’ house when his phone buzzed with an urgent business call. Without a second thought, he hurriedly excused himself and fled the premises, as if frightful specters chased him. Silence settled over the house, save for a few domestics scurrying about, leaving only Marcus and Zina in the oppressive stillness.
Marcus decided to take that moment. His eyes darted across Zina’s body, drinking in every inch of her deliciously round backside. The way her long, curly hair falls over her wide, creamy shoulders. The way her black, knee-length dress hugs her thighs and clings to her young body. Zina’s full, round ass was a thing to behold. He couldn’t see anything else. Marcus watched as the fabric of her dress stretched over her lush buttocks. Her round, full rear end bulged through the fabric tightly hugging its contours. His cocks grew hard with the thought of tearing away the dress and exploring its hidden treasures.
His lips quivered as he whispered her name, and his hands shook as he stepped closer to her, “Zina, I can’t deny my feelings for you any longer,” he said, a raw hunger seeping through his words. She knew what the consequences would be for them both if she succumbed to her desires also, but the intensity of them scorched her resolve. She had to act or she’d go mad.
“Huum… I’ll have to go now…,” trying to pick her purse and leave.
With an eager smile, Marcus asked, “before you go, can you help me with these fairy lights please?”
“Of course!” She answered, her voice pleasant. “Where do you need them?”
“Up there,” he said, pointing to a long set of stairs. She took the box of lights and slowly made her way up the stairs, feeling uneasy. Peeking into one of the slightly open rooms, she saw no one and continued on. Suddenly, a hand shoved her into another room, and the door clicked shut behind her. She spun around to shout out for help, but froze when she saw Marcus standing in front of her with a desperate expression. She realized that Marcus was gripping her waist and pinning her to the wall, his other hand firmly pressing on her breasts. Her heart pounded in shock as she felt his hot breath on her neck.
Zina swallowed hard, feeling both excited and terrified by the situation. She knew that if she acted on her desires it could ruin everything – their relationship with Derick, their families, everything. But she couldn’t deny the way it made her feel – the thrill of how Marcus would feel like in her.
“I don’t know what to do,” Zina stammered finally, her cheeks turning a faint shade of pink from embarrassment.
Marcus let out a low growl as his eyes burned with desire, tracing the curves of Zina’s body hungrily. He leaned forward, the heat of his breath causing her skin to prickle with anticipation. His hands caressed her lower back before squeezing her rear firmly, as his lips drifted closer.
He licked his lips hungrily, sending a shiver of anticipation down Zina’s spine. His powerful grip on her waist left her breathless as he pulled her close, and his burning gaze was full of unspoken desires.
“You can deny it all you want, but I know that you want me just as much as I want you. I saw the hunger in your eyes from the moment I laid eyes on you at my son’s house. You couldn’t hide it, no matter how hard you tried,” he whispered urgently, his voice raw with need, his lips hovering over hers.
Zina felt a wave of desire wash over her, so strong and undeniable that it could not be ignored. She wanted to resist his advances. She knew it was wrong, but her body begged for him regardless. She was powerless against the sheer force of their desire.
Finally succumbing to the temptation, she closed her eyes and parted her lips, allowing him to take control. Their passionate kiss shattered the remaining walls between them. With his heart beating like a war drum, his fingers slide over her skin, tracing her curves as he watches her plump buttocks wiggle under his controlled touch. The way she moans softly as he kissed her neck and gasped when his fingers find their way to her inner thighs and panties got him more turned on. Her body quivered in his arms and all rational thought was forgotten in an instant as pure pleasure surged through their veins like liquid fire. Nothing else mattered except their burning embrace.
As he pulled away, Zina was consumed by a raging inferno that threatened to blaze out of control. A heavy silence hung between them like a thick fog, so thick she thought it might smother her. It felt like an eternity had passed before Marcus spoke again, each second an agonizing torture as the fire inside her continued to smolder and simmer.
“Take your time my dear… just know that I am here when you are ready.” He took a step back and let out a sigh, his gaze never leaving Zina’s face. With one last piercing look he left the room.
Zina stood there in stunned silence, trying to comprehend what had just occurred and the magnitude of its potential impact on the future. She shuddered as a chill ran down her spine, feeling like she was teetering on the edge of something unknown.