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his shaft, already hard again, glided up her slick channel. Fawn moaned. For a man weak with an injury, John was strong enough to raise her hips and place her in the center of his body. He tugged her legs open and drove himself deeper.
    “You were saying?”
    She could do nothing but moan and grind into his hips. Slow and easy, they made love, Fawn closing fast on her climax. Moans escaped her and with   her eyes fluttered closed, she let John control their rhythm. Even on his back, the man was a force, and all she wanted was to have him hold her, to have him deep inside her forever like he was.
    When she came, she tried to keep still, but John squeezed her ass and drove harder into her. She cried out his name, and her core muscles clenched around his cock until she couldn’t help herself. She rode him, bouncing along his thick rod and bracing herself on one hand. John pulled her tighter to him, and then she felt his release. He groaned, keeping their hips gyrating together for along time.
    Afterward when they came down to Earth, John rolled her to her back, and she snuggled up to him. “You okay?”
    “Are you kidding? I’m perfect. A little soreness isn’t going to stop me from enjoying that.”
    She sat up. “Oh no, I got out of control. Let me get your medicine.”
    He caught her before she could get off the bed and hauled her back to him. “Stay right here with me, Fawn. Always.”
    “I will.”
    They laced their fingers together, and Fawn began to drift off. As she slipped into dream land, she wondered when would be a good time to tell him she’d missed her period and the early test she’d taken had come out positive. At last, she had what she’d thought she could never have. She had a family of her own.
     
     
    The End
     

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