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It is not ideal waking up to a bright light, shit! I must not have closed the curtains properly. What an idiot!

After giving myself a moment to gather my thoughts. I turn my head toward Raine lying next to me. As I open my eyes fully, I find myself gazing into her beautiful ones, which are slightly crinkled at the corners from the big smile on her face.

“Good morning,” she whispers.

“Good morning, Sweetheart. How are you feeling?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. “Better,” she replies, rolling on to her back.

I take my opportunity and roll on top of her, pinning her to the mattress. I don’t put all my weight on her, as I know she will still be hurting.

She giggles at me, “Good morning to you too.” It takes me way too long to realize she wasn't speaking to me, she was speaking to my cock, and I happily grind it up against her.

“He’s always happy to see you, Sweetheart.”

She takes my face in her hands and kisses me hard. What is this woman doing to me? My body comes to life at just the slightest touch from her.

Reluctantly, I break away from her panting.

“What are you trying to do to me?” She giggles again, the sound sends a shock straight to my cock and I can’t get enough of it. I want more. This time she grinds against me, grabbing my face again. Eagerly peppering kisses along my jawline and down my neck. “Sweetheart,” I growl.

“What?” She giggles, continuing on as she gives a little wiggle of her ass before wrapping her legs around me. I’m powerless to restrain myself, because I don’t know how much I can hold out for; my cock is aching painfully.

“Tell me what you want, Little Wasp?” I growl, grinding my teeth.

“You, just you,” she whispers, breathless. A loud roar escapes me, and I tug my pants down as fast as I can. Slowly, I inch my way inside her. I don’t want to be rough with her, but fuck me, she’s tight.

Delicious moans come from her, as I ever so gently pump in and out. Restless, I bite into my bottom lip to stop myself from coming too soon, she needs this, this is for her. Hungrily, she grabs my hair with both hands and pulls me into her. Our lips crash together; as her soft sweet groans fill up the room. I want to fuck her hard, every single inch of me is fighting the urge to do just that. But that’s not what she needs right now.

Surprisingly, she breaks the kiss, panting heavily in my ear, “Fuck me hard, big boy, give me everything you’ve got.”

I go to protest, but she bites down on my earlobe, and in the sexiest voice I have ever heard she whispers, “I need you to fuck me hard, now .”

Something inside me flips, because I grab hold of the headboard with one hand, and her hip with the other, and slam into her hard.

“GOD!” she screams out while her head rolls back with pleasure. No longer in control, I slam into her repeatedly. I can’t get enough of her; I need her like I need air. She moans out loudly and I know she’s coming. I can feel every moment vibrating through me. Fuck!

I slam into her one last time, holding her still as I spill inside her. “Jesus, Sweetheart, are you trying to kill me?” I puff out a breath, pulling out of her, as I roll over onto my side.

“Only if you want me to,” she says with a wink.

Rising from the bed, I tug off my pants completely, chucking them onto the floor as I make my way to the bathroom to turn on the water for a shower. Returning to the bedroom, I scoop her up from the bed and sling her over my shoulder. The sound of her laughter is almost surreal as I carry her into the bathroom. Carefully setting her down once we are inside the shower, I take my time as I wash her before washing myself.

After we are done and out of the shower, we lay on the bed.

Not wanting to hurt her anymore, and treading very carefully, I try my best to explain everything about her dad and that he would be staying here with us.

Hopefully lightening the mood, I start from the beginning and begin to share with her about my sister, along with all the details and reasons why I do what I do for my father.

Quietly, she listens intently while I speak, which I appreciate because it allows me to get everything out. She listens without a disgusted look in sight, which I take as a good sign.

However, her silence afterwards makes me nervous. I don’t want her to see me differently, it would utterly destroy me, and I haven't mentioned that I have Jack yet, but I will.

One step at a time, I just want her to digest what I’ve told her first.