It All Started With A Baby

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I know I'm never going to be loved in my life, so I write these stories to help deal with the crushing loneliness😭😭.

"Caiden," she whimpered, her toes curling in agonizing pleasure as Caiden hit the correct spot with each thrust.

"Feel good, sweetheart?" He pulled back so only the tip stayed inside her warm sheath, and then slammed back inside, hard.

"So good," she cried. Her nails dug into his shoulder blades. She was almost positive she was breaking his skin, but she couldn't find the strength to release him.

"Harder," she moaned, arching her back to get closer to him. Caiden smirked and complied, giving her exactly what she wanted.

He placed his hand over Blake's mouth as she screamed. She'd never been so loud before because Caiden hadn't ever truly fucked her before. The other times he was gentle and made love to her. This time was a raw fucking. Still, though, they had to be careful not to wake Wesley up.

After a few more thrusts, Blake completely unraveled. She squeezed his cock tightly as she came, causing his own release. He grunted above her as he ejaculated.

Caiden took a second to draw in a few breaths before pulling out of her. When he pulled out, the combination of their fluids leaked out and ran down her legs. He started to grow hard again as he stared at the mixture of their fluids. He liked knowing that he marked her, that he was the only one to ever mark her.

He kissed Blake on the lips before walking into the bathroom where he ran a washcloth under warm water. Then he walked back to Blake and cleaned her up, making sure none of their love coated her legs.

"I'm sorry, Blake." He wrapped his arms around her naked body and pulled her against his chest.

"I told you I forgive you," she said.

"I know, but I want you to know how deeply sorry I am."

"I know," Blake whispered, stretching her neck to kiss his jaw.

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"Your bruises are finally fading,"  Caiden said as he gently touched her face. She wasn't in pain anymore, but it still hurt when pressure was applied.

"Two weeks later, finally."

He kissed the bridge of her nose gently before pulling away. "Come here, I want to show you something."

Blake followed him outside to the large garage. "Are you going to murder me in here?"

"Maybe," he replied, pulling the door open and motioning for her to walk through.

Caiden flipped the light switch on and she saw a truck sitting in the garage.

"Do you like it?" He asked.

"Well, it's a nice truck," she said. It was a small Ford Ranger. "Did you buy a new truck?"

He shook his head. "I've had it for a few years. It was my grandfather's before he died. I haven't had much need for it though, so I keep it in here. I figured you could start using it since your car was totaled."

She looked at him in surprise. "You want me to use it?"

"Do you not want to?"

"No! That's not it. But it was your grandfathers. That's a special thing, you know. Why would you want me to have it?"

"Because you're special to me, Blake. I know how much your dad's car meant to you. And I know you won't be able to replace those memories, but I hope that this will also be special for you, something more than just a vehicle."