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plunged in and out of her. She should
have known sex with Abe would not be the romanticized notions of a budding virgin.
Abe was everything she shouldn’t want and everything she desperately needed. He
was rough and raw around the edges, said exactly what he meant, and didn’t
mince his words. He drank a lot, got into fights, and was covered in tattoos,
but he was the man she loved and she would make sure things between them
changed for the better. She wanted a life with him, wanted to be the only woman
for him.
    “That’s
it, baby, take all of me.” He thrust into her, hitting her cervix and causing
the ecstasy and agony to merge into one. “Yeah, baby.” He reached between them
and ran his finger over her clit. She came again, her pussy clenching around
his cock, and sent fresh waves of cream spilling from her. Abe pumped inside of
her for the third time and found his own orgasm. For several long minutes he
did nothing but breathe heavily against her chest, but all too soon he rolled
off of her and onto his back. Sophia did nothing but stare at the ceiling,
letting the experience wash through her. A smile crossed her face and she closed
her eyes. There was a delicious ache between her thighs and the warm trickle of
his cum and her wetness slipping out of her. The feeling should have been
disgusting, but it wasn’t.
    After
going to the restroom and cleaning herself up, she brought a washcloth back to
bed for Abe. His face was turned to the side, his right arm and leg hanging off
the bed. His breathing was even and heavy with sleep. He looked how he did when
she thought he was passed out. There was a small twinge of hurt and disappointment
that settled within her at the fact that he had fallen right to sleep.
    Climbing
in bed she pulled the covers over them and closed her eyes. Her dreams wouldn’t
be just dreams anymore, but reality. She just prayed to God that in the morning
things weren’t royally fucked up.
    ****
    Fuck.
    Shit.
    The
room was spinning when Abe peeled his eyes open. The sun was to his back and he
was thankful for small fucking miracles. At least it wasn’t blinding the shit
out of him and further increasing the sledgehammer that was doing construction
right behind his damn eyes.
    Closing
said eyes again, he breathed through the wave of nausea that assaulted him.
When his stomach settled, he pushed himself up on the bed and covered his head
with his hands. He didn’t just feel like shit. He felt like a big pile of
fucking steaming shit. It was then that he felt the chill in the air and pulled
his head out of his hands to look down at his lower half. He was naked.
Buck-fucking-naked. He tried to recall what in the hell happened last night and
how he got in his bed, but the last memory that surfaced was him almost beating
the shit out of some punk at the bar.
    How in the hell did I
get home?
    He
spotted his clothes strewn all over the damn place and picked up his underwear
to slide them on. The bathroom seemed fucking miles away, but he stumbled
forward. After taking a piss, washing his face, and brushing the stale taste
out of his mouth, he had every intention of falling face first back in bed, but
the sound of cupboards banging in his kitchen had him looking at the clock. Nine in the fucking morning. Why in the hell
did Kid have to come so damn early?
    He
didn’t bother putting anything else on, just headed out of his room and into
the kitchen. The smell of eggs and bacon had his stomach cramping, but he
tamped that shit down. Damn, he had drunk way too much yesterday, but then
again he always drank too much, especially when he was reliving memories that
hurt. If Abe did anything, it sure as fuck wasn’t half-assed.
    He
rounded the corner and saw Kid standing in front of the stove. Her clothes
looked rumpled as hell, and her long black hair, which she normally wore down,
was piled high atop her head in a messy knot. When she turned around and
started piling eggs and bacon on the two plates at the