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starts sucking and
nibbling on my ear lobe.
    “Dean… please fuck me like this.”
    He moves away swiftly and returns with a
condom, and I hear him put it on. And all of a sudden he’s in
control. I gasp as he gets to his knees and pulls me onto mine,
mounting me. Oh Lord, he’s fucking me hard like his life depends on
it, his hands on my hips with a vice-like grip. It hurts but feels
so good and I bury my head into the bed, enjoying the sensation. I
grab his legs in order to pull him into me harder. It’s so hot and
he doesn’t last long.
    “Mallory, I’m going to come.”
    “Okay, harder. Harder!”
    I move one of my hands down to his balls and
fondle them with my fingers, knowing that there is no time for my
orgasm and I might as well make the most of his. This seems to put
him over the edge and he comes hard, thrusting into me and crying
out loudly. His cock spasms inside of me one more time before Dean
pulls out and we fall onto the bed next to each other.
    “Oh, Mallory, that was amazing.”
    He puts his arm around me and moves some hair
from my face.
    “Can I make you some breakfast?”
    I still lay unmoving on the bed – I’m so
tired.
    “Yes. That would be lovely.”
    We lay motionless and I sit up on one elbow
and look at his face.
    “I really love your penis.”
    He grins, “I love everything about you.”
    I raise my eyebrows. Oh really?
    Dean recapitulates, “I mean, well, you know
what I mean.” He gets out of bed quickly and takes the condom off.
“I’ll get breakfast started. I have a robe on the back of the
bathroom door if you’d like.”
    I smile at him as his hastily exits the room;
his face red from embarrassment. Even when he fumbles he’s cute. I
hop out of bed, elated. I clean myself up in the bathroom that
makes a little more sense this morning and find the robe. Making
myself as presentable as possible, I head downstairs.
    Dean is at the stove making pancakes and
talking on the phone. I sit opposite him at the bar and watch him
cook. He’s adorable wearing pajama bottoms and a T-shirt with
just-fucked hair. He motions to me asking if I want coffee. I shake
my head no and mouth tea. Dean nods and starts pulling out the
implements, placing them in front of him on the counter. I make
some tea and find some cream in the immaculate fridge. Dean
finishes his call and grabs a tablet from the counter.
    “Sorry Mallory, I just have a little more
work to do, then we can have breakfast.” He looks up apologetically
and smiles.
    “No problem.” I sit down at the bar and savor
the tea and the moment, knowing I have to return home soon.
    He looks deep in thought, scrolling and
tapping on his tablet. He frowns, “Just one more call.”
    Dean gets on the phone and I feel awkward,
like I’m inadvertently eavesdropping. I decide to get dressed while
he’s on his call. It takes me awhile to find my clothing, but when
I get back downstairs Dean is setting the table.
    “There you are. Sit down and I’ll serve
you.”
    I sit at his huge wooden table. It’s modern
and looks like a slab of wood, glossed to a shine, but with rough,
irregular edges. Dean brings me my tea from the bar and produces a
huge stack of pancakes. He shrugs.
    “I wasn’t sure how hungry you were.”
    I smile and shake my head. Funny boy.
    “You’re very quiet this morning.” He looks at
me, popping a bite of pancake in his mouth.
    “I’m just exhausted, and a little sore. I
think I need a nap already.” I tease.
    “If you want, we can head back up to
bed.”
    “Oh no, I know what would happen. I think I’d
better go home after breakfast.”
    Dean frowns at me, “Really? I was hoping you
would stay all weekend.”
    I think Dean is joking but I study his face
and see all seriousness.
    “Yea, I don’t think so. I need to be able to
go back to work on Monday.”
    “Can I see you later today then?”
    “Sure. How about dinner with Tara and Adam? I
sort of already have plans with them.” He’s looking down