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I grab her thighs and plunge the rest of the way, pumping into her savagely. I expected her to cry out and tell me to pull out and get the fuck off. I didn’t expect the smile of pure pleasure that paints her lips. So I fuck her. I fuck her hard. Our skin slaps. Her red heels dig into my lower back as her tits bounce with each thrust.

“Fuck,” I growl into her neck, nipping on her skin. “I’m going to fuck you, again…and again…until I’m all you think about.”’

“Yes, oh…God…yes,” she cries out. “Ford, I’m going to come.”

I can feel her pussy clenching. Her thighs shake. Sweat drips down my torso to where we are joined. My balls slap against her.

“Come,” I demand, pressing my lips to hers. “Come all over my dick.” She cries out.

I slide my hands under her ass, pressing into her deep as I come for the second time. So fucking deep. I wanted to make sure she never forgets this moment. The moment she became mine in every sense.

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DULCE

Iwake up sore all over in the most delicious way. My skin tingles. Butterflies float low in my stomach. Worried about morning breath, I look over but find his side empty. The closet is open on the other side, and then there is a door that must be the bathroom.

I slide naked out from between the sheets and walk inside. There’s a freestanding tub, like something out of a magazine. Smiling with anticipation, I turn on the water, checking the temperature as the tub fills. On the side table are sundries like a shower cap, face bar, body wash, and lotion. After opening a few and inhaling their delicious scents, I move over to the sink, where I find a toothbrush and paste to help me get rid of that morning breath.

When the tub is about halfway, I step inside and almost groan at how relaxing the water feels on my sore muscles. I lean back, closing my eyes for a few seconds.

My hand slides lower over my stomach until my fingers find my swollen clit. I wince and then sit up. Suddenly, I’m in my bathtub at home.

A scream clogs my throat. There is blood everywhere, but I feel no pain. I raise my arms and see the red rivulets of water drip over my skin. It smells like rust. The water in the tub is bright red and is slowly rising.

I stand, panic gripping my throat. No, no, no, no! Not again.

I run my hand over my stomach, and it’s still flat. The swollen flesh I remember is long gone.It’s not there, Dulce.It died.

What’s happening? I look around, screaming Ford’s name, but nothing comes out. I’m met with silence. I try again and nothing.

I reach between my legs. Surrounded by a glob of blood is a tiny baby. An alien creature with huge round eyes like a bee.

It blinks. “Mommy,” it says in a little voice echoing in my head.

“Dulce!” Ford calls out.

My eyes pop open, and I take in a lungful of air, trying not to suffocate. I blink repeatedly and tuck my knees under my chin, shaking my head.

He’s holding me in his strong arms. Safe. Comforting. Attentive. I look around, and I’m shaking on the bed.

“You were dreaming,” he whispers.

I turn toward him, taking in his wide eyes. He’s shirtless, and the light from the morning sun shines through the edge of the curtains.

It was a nightmare.

“I’m sorry,” I choked out. My heart pounds inside my chest, hating that I ruined the most beautiful night.

“There is nothing to be sorry about,” he says, gently caressing my cheek with the back of his fingers. What did you dream about?”

“I’m sorry. It’s nothing. It happens sometimes,” I lie. It happens all the time but admitting that to him would be opening the door to the past.

“How often does it happen?”

I shrug. “A few times a week. It’s no big deal.”

“If this happens that many times, I think you need to talk to someone.”

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