“Dad, I’ll show her around the house.” Zayn spells as Nick nods his head at them. He watches the young girl follow his son, disappearing behind the curve of the staircase.
“Don’t you think they’ve got a little too closer together? I mean, it’s only been two days.” Nick hears his wife whispering behind him. He rotates his neck which groaning, he was smiling though.
“Well, well. I just hope they fall in love next year.”
As soon as Gracie hears him speak, she spanks a hard hit on his chest as he huffs with the air knocked out of his lungs. The couple laugh within themselves, not sharing a bit to anyone who asked about their reason for such joy.
“Come,” Zayn turns back to look at the girl climbing up the stairs with her bazookas bouncing with each step. She very well knew where his eyes were dangling at, yet she does what she does.
Zayn pulls her into her room as she looks around for a bit.
“This has been my room for a while,” he says, following her whenever she explored the corners of his big room.
“I still wonder about this house’s architecture, Zayn. It’s so… magnificent.” She says.
“I know right…” Cassandra couldn’t feel the gentle heat of his breath on her neck as he replied to her. Her breath was stuck in her throat, he was too intimidating as she said the other day.
“Zayn… they’ll hear us.”
“They won’t.” He answers her.
His hand devilishly glides down her back, all the way to the front where he encircled his arms around her slim waist. He squeezes her body with the back hug, the girl emitting a sinful sound when she could feel his boner poking her on the small of her back.
“You’re exciting yourself now, Mr. Perfect.” She teases him.
“I can’t help it.” He replies, making her chuckle.
The girl turns around as Zayn could see her little dots on her dress. She was excited as well, more or less. She wanted him to continue, continue to feel all of her body and skin with his sinful touches.
“Kiss me, Zayn.” She orders the man. He lifts her head up, tilting her chin with his index and thumb.
“Yes ma’am.” She gasps as he pulls her body towards her. Smiling into the kiss, she allows him to ruin her cherry lipstick.
He licks her lips, asking for entrance. As she opens her mouth, he begins to dance with her tongue. They were fighting for dominance for the first time. When things started to get a little hot, the male pins her to the wall beside the window. He presses her body against the wall, running his hand over her heavenly curves.
As quick as light could be, he pins her hands above her head. She lifts her left leg up, letting her slim and tall leg circle around his waist.
Giving more room to hump her, he makes her skid on her heel with his first thrust against her clothed core.
“Oh fuck,” She whispers with feels.
“I missed your dick so much, daddy.” Her words aroused him more than a few seconds earlier, she was magical and mesmerizing. Like a love-witch.
“I’m gonna fuck your pussy so bad next year, Oh god…” he moans as well.
Rubbing onto each other like crazy monkeys, they couldn’t hear the footsteps outside the door. Their clouded senses wouldn’t allow any sounds to pass in their lust filled heads, much less, they wouldn’t try to notice the jaw dropped man outside.
“What the fauk?” Gasping loudly, Cassandra pushes the man off her body as Zayn spins on his heel like a ballerina.
It was his youngest cousin Ronan who walked into their hot mess.
“Bro… are you… is she…” knowing the boy wouldn’t stop there, Zayn pulls him inside by his collar as Ronan began laughing at them.
“Well, damn! You’re going to jail, brother.”
“Shut up, it was consensual.” Zayn replies to his accusations.
“I mean… she’s still 17. I’m gonna tell everyone now.”
“Whoa, Whoa!”
“Hey, no!”
Zayn quickly pulls him back to the room as he headlocks the naughty youngest one under his arm. Cassandra snickers at their position, Ronan was squirming to be released as he clawed at the hand that shut his mouth.
“Just tell me what you want to keep your filthy mouth shut, idiot!”
“Pah!” Prying Zayn’s hand away to talk about the deal, Ronan skeptically looks at Zayn with his eyebrow raised funnily.
“Anything?” He confirms with a nod from Zayn.
“Hmm, then let me date her until she is eightee-” a loud sound of his head being smashed by a fist was heard in the room. Cassandra took the liberty to plant some sense into the spoiled youngest.
Honestly, he was the black sheep of the family.
“Jeez! How absurd you are! I almost didn’t agree with Zayn that day when he told me about your filthy ass!”
“Yo! What’s up with you two ganging up on me? DAD-” Zayn shuts his mouth again as he tries to lick his hand.
“Ew! Fucker!” Zayn playfully crushes the smaller guy to the floor as Cassandra stands over them.
“Here’s your stupid deal, Ronan.” She looks at Zayn who gives her a confused gaze.
“Zayn will buy you anything and make you look cooler until you turn 20, alright? After that, well, it’s your house’s tradition that I’m talking about.”
Ronan wiggles around, twisting his neck to have a nasty look at the woman who wore a short dress.
“Wait, but how’d you know-”
“Where the fuck are you looking at, hoe!?” Zayn gives him another loving fist to his head as he yelps funnily.
“Does she mean anything?” He repeats again.
Another fist hits his head, but a little more furiously than before.
“Yes, you dunbfuck!” Knowing Ronan, his desires would be childish and limited to cars and probably his own ATM card. Zayn could handle that much, but letting him date his girl until she turned eighteen herself seemed bizarre.
Well, Ronan was an eccentric bitch anyway.
“Okay then. Lemme sign the deal.” Cassandra watches the cousins who sign something in the air.
“Damn, you guys are so weird!”