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I wake up not necessarily hungover, but wishing I didn't go so hard last night. Literally.

My back aches, which is typical, and there's a weak feeling in my legs.

When I roll out of bed and see the mess we made, I close my hands over my mouth and giggle.

I can't believe we did that, I think in my head. It was so... porn-y. I kinda love it.

Our clothes are scattered over the floor, the sheets are hanging off the bed, the whole room just smells like sex. But damn was it amazing. Memories hit me like a truck and make my toes curl.

"Mmm." I shiver with flashbacks to last night.

After a light stretch, I pull one of Chris's t-shirts on and start cleaning up.

9:48 am

Once out of the shower, I throw on an ivory satin mini slip dress since I have no plans for the day. It's rainy outside on this Sunday, so I can be lazy.

I don't hear the dogs running a muck so that means Chris must've taken care of them.
And judging by the smell of bacon that just hit me, he's taken care of breakfast, too.

I skip downstairs and stroll into the kitchen.

Chris isn't paying attention, he's reading something on his iPad that's propped over the sink.

He's shirtless and in nothing more than a pair of gym shorts.

I creep up behind him and glide my nails down his rippling chest.

"Good morning." His raspy voice turns me on.

"It is a very good morning." I hum, letting him turn to face me.

"How'd you sleep?" Chris asks me, combing the long hair out of my face.

"Like a baby." I say, standing on my tiptoes to beg for a kiss.

Chris kisses me and I smile against his soft lips.

"I love you so much." I coo, finding his dick against his thigh outside of the shorts.

Chris buckles and then laughs quietly. "I love you more." He says, squeezing my ass in his hand.

"How do you feel?" He asks.

I look up from his dick growing firm in my hand and meet his gaze. "Like I want you to fuck me again."

Chris raises an eyebrow and then clenches his jaw.

"You're so nasty." He says, reaching between my legs.

I relax and let him slip a finger inside. Wet already, I pull Chris's fingers out and bring them to my tongue.

Chris gulps hard as I drop to my knees, giggling.

"Ahhh," he pulls me back up by my hair.

"Me first." He insists and pushes me against the counter.

I laugh and am excited at his sudden roughness.

I bite my lip with anticipation as Chris drops his shorts to his ankles and steps out of them.

"All I did was look at you." Chris whispers in my ear as he makes me stroke his erection.
I'm proud of myself and show it with a self-satisfied grin.

I take his hand and bring it to my slit again so he can feel how wet he's made me.

My cheeks burn red as Chris curses under his breath.

I put my back to him after he lifts my dress over my shoulders and throws it across the floor.

Wasting no time, he grunts as his dick slips inside of me.

"Fuck." He shudders, pushing the hair over my shoulder to kiss down my spine.

I wiggle on him and push myself upwards and then back onto his shaft.

Every inch fills me and this feels a lot different than it did last night. Now sober, I'm reminded how big Chris is and wince at the discomfort.

Pleasure, however, quickly subdues me. I settle into passion and feel my cheeks burn when Chris spanks me.

He strokes my hair and wraps it in his fist. I bring my body up and arch my back to avoid further pulling, tingles trickling across my scalp.

His warm lips sink kisses into my skin and I bite down on my smile, feeling loved so sweetly as he takes his time.

"I wanna see you," Chris says in my ear.

He pulls out and rotates my body only to scoop me in his arms and impale me onto his cock.

I wrap my arms around him and squeeze my eyes closed as Chris thrusts into me.

He grabs my ass and digs his short nails into me, kissing along my neck, his other palm firmly on my back for support.

I take my time swirling my hips. This feels so much better sober, I can feel everything.

I put my hand over Chris's and feel him.

"Don't speed up, baby," Chris talks in my ear. "I wanna fuck you just like this."

I whimper, feeling him build inside of me.

Our eyes meet and I take a journey to his soul, exploring it in a metaphorical, spiritual, and physical way.

"You feel so good inside of me." I moan in his ear.

I shake the hair out of my face and toss my head back, nearing my peak.

"Look at me when I fuck you." Chris demands. His dominance strikes me and makes my stomach fill with butterflies.

I bring my eyes to his Godly face and fall in love all over again.
He's so handsome, beautiful even, perfectly chiseled like an art piece.
I feel so comfortable in his arms, like I'd never leave them if I didn't have to. If it were humanly possible, I'd mold into his skin, that's how close I want to be.

I don't even announce it, I just breathe out and cum all over Chris's dick.

He continues thrusting until he finishes, also. Our breathing syncs up and we both grin, putting our foreheads together.

Chris kisses down my neck, between my breasts, and then sucks my nipple, never breaking eye contact.

He lies me on the countertop and closes his lips over my clit.

My body shakes and I squirm away from his grasp.

Finding the strength, I sit up and grab his hair in my hands.

"You deserve to get your pussy ate," Chris smirks, pushing my hands away.

I giggle, staring at his lips. I wet mine and then shake my head, cheeks red.

"I'm tired." I tell him.

Chris rakes his hair back and then agrees with a head nod.

I bring his head to my chest and let him rest there, running my fingers through his hair.

Cold air washes over me all of a sudden, dressing my naked skin in goosebumps, but I stay in the warmth of Chris's brawny arms.

Sudden howls from one of the dogs makes Chris and I shoot straight up. We pull on our clothes and rush to their designated bedroom.

"Shit, I haven't checked on them all morning." Chris kicks himself and races down the hall.

I force my arm through the short sleeve just as I pace into the bedroom only to see Stevie's given birth to a litter of nine puppies.

"Awww!" I shriek, clasping my hands together.

My eyes well up with tears at the bloody yet beautiful sight that is the gift of life.

Stevie, weak, nurses some of the blind pups. She's lying down, exhausted, while Duke stays away.

"I can't believe she did it all on her own, that's my girl." I cheer for Stevie.

"I can't believe it took so long, seems like she was pregnant forever." Chris mumbles, eyeing this mess.

"I'll go get food." Chris offers, pushing off of the wall.

"I'll get the ribbons." I add, darting towards the laundry room where I kept all the supplies for this moment.

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Rain splatters against the windows as Chris and I sit in the hallway, examining the pups.

"—And this is number nine. Girl; purple ribbon." Chris tells me for our records.

"That's all of them," he says, doing a quick count to make sure.

Once positive, I push the notebook out of my lap and brush Stevie's coat.

We've spent all morning cleaning up the mess so now their closet-room is a tidier nursery.

Duke's playing his part, we have him locked in the mud room behind a gate. I read that it's important to keep them away from Mom during this time because he could stress Stevie and potentially hurt one of the little ones. Most articles and experts say to keep the male away for at least four weeks.
Duke and Stevie are usually attached at the hip so I know he'll miss her for a month, but it's for the best, Chris and I will try to keep him company.

We already have a list of people who want to keep the pups, but I don't know how I'll be able to part with them and take them away from Stevie especially.
Jasmine wants a girl, so does Nia, Sloane and Elijah asked for a boy, Izzy and Lee want a boy, my parents want one, and Mary and Carter want a dog or two to act as security for the bed-and-breakfast, and Sherry and Alvin would like a guard dog of their own. That's eight out of the nine, leaving one lone pup that I would love to stay with us.

"Let's keep her!" I tell Chris, rocking the baby in my arms.

"Baby, we talked about this..." He says, annoyed.

"I know," I whine with glossy eyes, "but how can we get rid of her?"

"Just like the rest of them."

I stare at him blankly, not liking his answers. "Babe, we can take care of one more dog."

"What about when Duke and Stevie have another litter? Or, if this puppy grows up and gets lonely, then what? Then it's gonna be 'babe, what's one more dog?' Next thing you know we have a whole fucking zoo."

"You don't have to cuss." I sniffle, cuddling the pup.

She doesn't have any spots, yet, so I think she's special. Her brothers and sisters are distinguished with their dots already.

Chris sighs heavily. "We can keep them for a month, maybe two, but that's it, Morgan. People have paid for these puppies-" I can't let him finish his sentence because I attack him with a hug and kisses all over his face.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you! I'll be the best dog grandma ever!" I squeal.

Chris and I lie in the family room with Duke at our feet. We're on a Bluey marathon since I saw on TikTok that dogs like this Australian animated kids show because they can actually see it due to the colors.
It's actually a cute, cheeky show. There's a scene where two pups asks the older dogs, "why don't you have a wife? Do you want kids? Why do you only have three friends, that's not many?" It makes me laugh here and there.

Chris yawns, making me yawn. I push his feet out of my lap once I'm done massaging them, and crawl to his chest so we can cuddle.

"What are you thinking for dinner?" Chris asks me.

I stop listening to his heartbeat to answer. "I was craving tacos."

"We're always on the same page." He cracks, making me laugh.

I boast with a smile and squeeze his body tighter.

"I think it's time for a nap," Chris speaks deeply. "wake me up in an hour or two. Three."

"Have you heard from your parents?" I make conversation.

"No." Chris talks through his sleepy voice.

I furrow my eyebrows because that isn't like them, or not like Mary anyway, we typically hear from her at least three times a week.

"I should call her."

"For what?" Chris groans, eyes closed.

"I just miss her," I say.

Suddenly I gasp with an idea. "She can come visit! I do need help with more wedding stuff. What about in two weeks, can they stay?"

"Sure." Chris croaks, rolling over.

I curl my face when he turns to the pillow to fall asleep, leaving me hanging.

Duke whimpers at me with his head tilted.

So much for cuddling.