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and balls and she clenched
him all the tighter with the hold of her pussy.
    Damien didn’t relent, even as her spasming grasp made him
grunt and moan. He pounded her through her intense climax and beyond.
The battering of his cock persisting despite her pleas and whimpers,
until she was brought to the cusp of her second orgasm.
    It was there, as she shook and clenched about him that finally,
the hulking brute was undone. Damien’s broad torso shuddering
as his balls tightened, and a fiery sensation travelled the length of
his shaft as he came. Hard.
    He moaned her name as he bucked his hips, haphazardly spilling his
rich, virile seed into her fertile depths. The two were slaves to
lust by then, and no thought was given by either to the consequences
of their actions. They could only think of each other and their
desire to rut and remain one, even as he filled her womb with his
rich cream.
    They were a sweaty, glistening mess together as their loins
remained locked and Damien slowly lowered himself down upon her. They
entangled deeper, breathing heavily in the aftermath of their bliss.
Lips locked they kissed and fondled each other, sliding their hands
along each other’s bodies, enjoying the closeness, the buzz of
their nerves so overwrought from their intense climaxes.
    Her arms wrapped about his neck, holding him close, needing the
security that his warm, strong body provided. She was shaky still
after her multiple orgasms, at the shock at what they’d done,
and yet she’d never felt more blissful in her short life.
    “Damien,” she purred against his mouth, feeling his
shaft still pulse with life, even after he’d finished. She was
sore yet longed for more, to experience making love with him again
and again.
    Her fingers dug into his back, as if she were afraid that if she’d
let him go, he’d disappear like a dream.

Chapter 12
    After her brief escape from reality to mourn the loss of her
adopted father, Britney returned to life at the diner. It was a sad
shift, not that she found workin’ there particularly sad
before. But for a brief moment, it seemed like Damien and her were on
their way towards somethin’ even better.
    Something that she could really see a future in, which she’d
never thought of the diner as.
    “Hey, you wanna clean-up for me here? The lunch crowd has
finally cleared out and I need a smoke break,” said her
co-worker, Anne.
    “Oh yeah, sure,” Britney said, taken out of her stupor
by the request.
    “You okay?”
    “Yeah, why?”
    “You’ve just been a lil’ off since ya’ll
got back from the funeral. Must’ve been rough,” Anne said
sympathetically.
    “Yeah, it ain’t nothin’. You go take your
break,” Britney insisted, pulling the dirty dishes off the
countertop and bringing them to the back, makin’ way to wipe
down the counter.
    Truth was though, she had more than the sad loss of her adopted
father to mourn. Even more than Damien takin’ off after their
stay together, though that’d shattered her heart into a million
pieces. She couldn’t even tell no one, not really, and so she
suffered in silence.
    Especially since returnin’ back to her old life, she never
did get her period. It was really startin’ to worry her.
    “It was just one night, probably just the worryin’,”
she reassured herself in her own head, trying not to dwell on the
consequences of her one reckless evening, and the man she’d
lost her virginity to.

Chapter 13
    When her shift finally ended, Britney tied up her apron and
grabbed her coat.
    “See ya’ll later,” she said with a smile and a
wave, doin’ her best not to betray any of her worrying or
concerns. If she was pregnant, she couldn’t afford to raise the
kid on her own. The will said she’d get the farm, but…
what could she do with it all on her lonesome?
    She was just one person, and if she was havin’ to raise a
child on top of it all, she’d be worse than useless.
    As she pulled her purse on over her shoulder and walked