I can't believe I have to sit through another hour with these people. I'm thinking as I sit at the dining table with mine and Michaels families. Michael side-looked at me and forced a smile. HA at least he hates it too I smirk. My dad is talking to Mikey's dad about some shit I don't care about. My sister is quietly chatting with Mikey's mom and my sister's fiancé looks as miserable as he always is. Good. He's a fuck-head. I never liked him.
Piles of food on people's plates dwindled down to scraps. Thank god Thanksgiving dinner is almost over. I mentally sigh. I get up to go use the restroom. When I open the bathroom door to go back I see Michael standing with his arm propped on the wall.
"This is fucking awful." He complains.
"I KNOW, but it's just dessert and then we can leave." I put my hand on his face.
"Our mom's are getting hammered in the kitchen." He warns me
God DAMNIT she told me she was gonna stay sober this year. "Awesome." I layered on the sarcasm
"Hey, hey I know how we can make this better." He leans in and kisses me, hard and passionately. I know where this is going. I grab the collar of his button down and pull him into the bathroom.
We don't linger, mess around, or play. We get straight down to business. We're both frustrated, and we both need this as soon as possible.
We're gonna fuck in my parents bathroom. I learned how to shit in this bathroom.
I'm grabbing Michaels collar and start to unbutton his shirt. He pushes the hem of my dress up to my hips. He lifts me up to sit on the vanity as he positions his hips between my legs. I slide my panties down to my ankles and he unbuttons his slacks and slide them down below his ass.
"Mhm fuck me Michael." I whisper in his ear. He responds with a groan and a thrust of his hips.
I have to suppress my moaning into his shoulder. I grip his shirt until my knuckles turned white. His eyes are screwed shut and his mouth hanging open. He shoves his cock deeper and deeper with each thrust. I can feel him getting quicker; more desperate. I know he's gonna finish soon. I scoot my ass closer to the edge of the counter so he could go deeper. He had to hold back from groaning as he went balls deep. I nearly came at that moment. His breathing became rapid and ragged. One hand is wrapped around the back of my waist, the other gripping my short hair.
"Fuuuck" He groans as he spills his cum deep in my womb. OH christ. No condom. No birth control. We sit there waiting for our breathing to calm and he cleans us up.
"Sorry, love. Couldn't help myself." He gives me a weak smile. I can't do anything but smile at him.
"I've always wanted to have a baby in the summer." I run my fingers through his hair.
"Uuuh, right well. Okay we need to talk about that later.." He looked uncomfortable. Well he did choose to cum inside me. He's not an idiot. And I want his baby. "Well.. dessert should be about ready" He looks at me uneasily. We fix our desheveled clothes and hair. "Oh, and babe?"
"Hmm?" I look back at him
"Later tonight, you're the one that's coming. Several times." He smirks at me. Aw yes this is the Michael I know and love. We walk back to and similar scene. The only one that notices us walking in together is my sister. She gives us an all-knowing smile. We awkwardly smile back.
I'm beginning to like Thanksgiving.
