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I honestly couldn't get enough of him. I was sore , but I didn't care - at all. I'd just woken up. I wanted to feel the ache. I was to feel the excruciating pain I felt when he sunk so deep into me. I wanted to feel him. I wanted to feel his weight on me. I want to feel his sweat drip on me. As he put in the work. I wanted to squeeze him in further. & further. We'd both recovered from last night - but laid there. I looked down at his boxers. He was hard. I slipped my hand inside - taking into my hand , slightly stroking it. This made his d—ck jump in my hand & I smiled. I loved when it did that. He rolled himself over me - driving himself harder into me. I whined with pleasure. The pleasure that came with pain. He pulled out - coming in my stomach. I waited for him to bring a rag , wiping himself of me. He did it carefully - graciously.

Then we went for breakfast.

I'd thrown on one of his oversized t-shirts that looked like a dress on me. We walked into the dining room. His father smirked at him & his little brother beamed at me - giving me a toothy grin. His mother wore a smug look on her face & she picked up a strawberry on her fork - putting it into her mouth. My face heated up - " Good morning" I spoke.

They weren't supposed to be home for another night. I was so going to kill Zach. This was definitely not a good first impression. Did they just hear all of that ? Did they hear last night as well ? When did they get in ? I sat around the table , as Zach placed a cup of hot chocolate I front of me - with marshmallows. I smiled. Thanking him.

I gulped - as last night came flooding through my head. The thought of them having to hear my moans - his grunt. The sounds we made when we both came.

We all ate - I helped Zach clean up.

Helping get his brother ready for his swim meet. I applied his sunscreen. He showed me his comic books & toys. As I got to know him. His mom had to leave - some emergency. His father left shortly after. So it was just him. I saw his jaw clench as he threw the bags in the backseat. Maybe our way to the event. I kissed his jaw & relaxed. He helped out his brother. Registering him & everything. He was so gentle. He ruffled his hair & gave him words off encouragement. " Kick their ass buddy"

He'd gotten a gift , even if he didn't win - waiting for him in the backseat. I looked at him closely , smiling. He'd make a great dad.

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