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FP comes bursting into the trailer, his hands covered in grease. “God fucking damn it. I just can’t seem to figure out what’s wrong with her,” he sighs in frustration as he kicks off his boots.“I already told you what’s wrong,” you chuckle softly as you cut up vegetables for dinner.“And I’ve already told you,” FP says poignantly, walking to the sink to wash his hands. “I know what I’m doing,” FP huffs as the water runs over his hands.“Oh, come on, you know I am right.” You laugh, putting down the knife and turning to lean up against the counter.“The fuck you are,” FP turns to your arguing back as he matches your energy, flicking water droplets in your direction. “You think you know my bike better than me.” FP scoffs at the notion that anyone would know his first child better than him.“My daddys a mechanic; I think I know what I’m talking about.” you retort as your southern drawl comes out.“Oh, is that it?” FP asks while raising his eyebrow. “So just because your daddys is a mechanic, that means you automatically know everything,” FP says as he walks closer to you, a smirk on his face. “You think you know better than me?” FP asks, grabbing hold of your chin.“It’s in my blood; besides, who do you think was out there with’em every weekend.” You tease.“And that bike is mine; who do you think has been taking care of her this whole time?” FP growls, and you can tell he is getting annoyed with your antics; this back-and-forth game of cat and mouse was something that the two of you played often; it was your version of foreplay.Over the last few months, the teasing had become more aggressive as FP learned how rough he could be. You and FP didn’t live together, but you might as well be; you were in his bed, moaning his name every night.“Must not have taken good care if you couldn’t hear what was wrong with your transmission.” You question condescendingly. A smirk tugging at the corner of your lips.You see FP’s jaw clench at the notion, and anger boils beneath his skin at the thought that he would be that careless and disrespectful. FP’s bike was the one thing that he took pride in, and to have you question the care he provides was a real stab in the chest. “Remember, that bike is mine, just as much as you’re mine,” FP snarls as he grabs you off the counter, pushing you onto the table in front of you; his hand traces up your spine. FP towers over you, pressing you into the table by your shoulder. “You want to try that again, sweetheart?” FP leans over and whispers in your ear, his other hand running up your inner thigh.“It’s the transmission,” you say as you look up at FP with a smile on your face, knowing that your attitude would aggravate FP even more. He looks back down at you, his eyes filled with anger as you continue to retaliate.“I don’t need no housewife talking shop,” FP says sternly.“Housewife?” You question, raising an eyebrow at the unfamiliar term. FP had barely called you his girlfriend because he hates the idea of labels. “You want to make me your wife?” You ask in a playful tone.FP is flustered for a moment; he hadn’t expected you to have such a reaction to the term as he was only using it in the general sense. “Hey now, that’s moving things a little too quickly,” he chuckles softly. Your face flashes with disappointment. You knew it was too soon, but it still hurt that FP laughed it off so casually. “Hey, hey, I didn’t mean it like that,” FP says with worry, his brow furrowed.“I know, it’s okay,” you reassure him at the cost of your own heart.FP stands up from leaning over you and takes you by the hand. “Come with me,” he says as he leads you to the bedroom. He walks over to his dresser as he enters the room, rummaging through one of the drawers until he pulls out a medium-sized jewelry box.“What… what’s that?” You say nervously“Something I’ve wanted to give you for a little while now,” FP says as he walks over, cradling the box in his hands. “I know that I haven’t exactly been great at the whole relationship thing,” he explains shyly. It’s like he is afraid you are going to reject his advance. You nod, acknowledging FP’s statement, “The past few months have been absolutely amazing; I have never found someone who has matched me in so many different ways; you are incredible.” He praises.You look away to hide your flushed face, overwhelmed by emotions. This was one of the rare times that FP was open and vulnerable. FP grabs you by the chin, forcing you to look at him; “I… I…” FP stammers.“It’s okay, you can tell me,” you encourage, taking FP’s hand and entangling your fingers together.FP takes a deep breath before speaking. “Baby, I, I love you,” he finally says as he opens the box, revealing a dainty silver chain with a small pendant shaped like a lock. “You are the most amazing person I have ever met; I feel like I can finally be myself, and I…” FP’s voice trembles as he becomes anxious; you put a hand on FP’s cheek, quelling his worries. “I want you to wear this; I want this to serve as a reminder that you are mine, mine to protect, mine to care for, mine to hold,” he continues to explain.Your heart feels like it’s beating out of your chest; FP was never one to share his feelings. For him to claim you with such certainty was completely blindsiding, “I love you too,” you say with a soft chuckle and a smile across your face, meeting FP’s eyes, confirming at that moment that all his feelings were mutual.FP wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you in for a kiss. “Can I put it on you?” He whispers as he breaks from your lips. You nod, and FP begins to take the chain out of the box; he places his hands on your hips, turning you so your back faces him, and you are facing the full-length mirror leaned against the wall in the corner of the room. FP unclasps the jewelry, placing the pendant against your chest. You pull your hair off the nape of your neck, allowing FP to clasp the collar closed.The two of you look at the moment unfold through the reflection; FP wraps his arms around you as he kisses down your neck. “Come with me,” FP says as he reaches out and takes you by the hand. FP leads you back to the kitchen where this scene began; he lines himself up behind you, pressing your hips into the table. “Now, where were we?” FP growls in your ear, his hot breath gazing against your ear.
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“I think… I was… right about here,” FP groans in your ear before grabbing you by the back of the neck and pressing you into the table, his other hand sliding up your inner thigh. You gasp as FP’s calloused hands slip up the hem of your skirt, sending ripples through your body.FP reaches the peak of your thighs, slowly pulling away the fabric covering your slit. You whimper softly, knowing what was about to come next. Your bundle of nerves twitch like a pavloved dog, “don’t worry, daddy’s got you,” FP coos as he slides into your slit, the tips of his fingers circling around your clit.Your knees buckle at the new sensation. “Come on, you can stand; can’t have my toy breaking so easily.” FP teases as he pulls at your hip. It seemed almost impossible for you to find the strength with FP picking up the pace of his fingers.“Oh fuck,” you whine as your body starts to warm with every lap of FP’s fingers. You buck your hips against his hand, desperate to add any pressure.“That feels good, baby?” FP asks, kissing up your shoulder as he toys with you.“Uh huh,” you moan“That’s not an answer, sweetheart. Come on now, use your words,” FP says sternly, sliding his index finger inside you. You whimper as your insides begin to stretch, FP curls his finger, and your knees buckle for a second time. “Ah ah ah, what did I say?” FP says sharply.“I can’t help it,” you moan as your body trembles.“Yes, you can; come on, I know you can,” FP encourages.“You’re making it hard,” you whine.“I’m making it hard?” FP scoffs, “I think you’re the one making things hard,” he continues to say as he unbuckles his belt.“I can’t; I’m so close,” you plead, your body trembling as you teeter over the edge.“Oh, but I know how much of a good girl you want to be, and good girls know how to listen. You wouldn’t want to disappoint me, would you?” FP’s question hangs in the air; he moans softly as he strokes himself.“No, Sir,” you whine, tempering your breath to keep you from letting go. FP pulls his fingers from your insides; you’re almost disappointed at the emptiness. It wasn’t long before FP was pressing his tip at your entrance. Wanting more, you push your hips back. “Oh, someone’s a little needy,” FP chuckles.“Please,” you beg meekly.“Please, what?” FP growls as he leans into your ear.“Please, Sir,” you whine as your entrance is toyed with.“What do you need, baby girl?” FP asks to tease you.“I need you,” you moan, a shiver runs up your spine as FP slides deeper inside.“What do you need me to do? Come on, I want to hear you say it.” FP says, his voice horse against your ear, his hot breath prickling at your skin.“I need you inside me; I need you to make me cum, please, Daddy,” you beg as you push yourself further onto FP’s cock, desperate to bring yourself back to the edge.“Hey, I didn’t say you could have more,” FP says sternly, pushing you into the table. “Just for that, I’m going to make you wait even longer,” FP groans as he bobs his tip in and out.“No, please, I promise I’ll be good.” You plead, your body shivering like it’s waiting for its next hit.“You’re gonna be good? You’re going to be a good little slut for me?” FP asks, “My little slut” he growls as he begins to thrust deeper.“Please, you make me feel so good,” you whine. FP slams his hips into yours hard enough that your hips dig into the edge of the table. “Oh fuck yes, I need it, Daddy,” you moan as FP fills you.With each deepening thrust, FP presses you further into the table; your new jewelry softly taps against the table's hard surface, and the sound acts as a constant reminder that you belong to him. FP loses himself as he feels every inch of your body with his hands. “Oh, you make me feel so good too, baby.” FP growls, “I love the way that your body feels.” He moaned, and before he could stop himself, the following words fell from his lips “I love you.”Your heart flutters as you hear those words. You had felt it for a long time but didn’t dare say it for fear of scarring FP away. “I love you too,” you confessed, reaching out for FP’s hand. His large, calloused hands overtake yours, his fingers intertwining with yours. His breath shallows as he nears the edge. FP takes his other hand, snakes it around the front of your throat, and grips it tightly. You choke for a moment at the sudden tightness, but that soon turns into a moan as your head starts to spin. “Please, Sir,” you beg, not knowing how long you can hold on.“Oh god, yes, you’re so needy. I love when my little slut is needy. Let it out, baby girl. I need to hear you cum, I need to hear how I’ve ruined you for anyone else.” FP growled sternly as he thrusted into you relentlessly,FP’s degradation was all it took to send you over the edge; your body trembles and your knees buckle as the waves of pleasure wash over you. This time, FP is unable to force you to stand as he goes over the edge with you, filling you with his juices. “Yes baby, that’s it, you’re doing so good, just breathe.” FP praises.A hush falls over the trailer; only your shallow breaths and heartbeats can be heard. FP wraps his arms around you, squeezing you tightly as he kisses down your back. After FP catches his breath, he slides out from inside you. The feeling of emptiness causes you to whimper softly. He grabs your hips tightly as he places the fabric of your skirt in its original position.You stand up and turn to look at FP, he pulls you in for a deep kiss, and you throw your arms around his neck, pulling him in tight. You pull away. “I should get back to dinner. Otherwise, we are going to be eating after midnight,” you chuckle softly.“Alright, alright, if you say so.” FP laughs as he steps away, allowing you to return to the counter. But FP is never more than two feet away, doting on your every need as you cook.Once everything is plated, the two of you walk to the living room and cuddle up on the couch, eating your meals while you watch a romcom that you deem to be a crime when FP says he hadn’t seen it.By the movie's end, you were laid on FP’s chest, fast asleep. He kisses the top of your head as he picks you up into his arms and carries you to the bed. FP takes the comforter and wraps it around you, leaving you to sleep as he goes to clean up the dishes leftover from dinner.FP heads to the bedroom as the last dish hits the dishrack, drying his hands on the towel hanging from the oven. When FP enters the bedroom, he pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it on the floor, his pants following shortly after. Only FP’s boxers remained as he slid between the sheets.“Where did you go?” You asked sleepily.“I’m sorry, sweetheart, I tried not to be too long. I just had to clean up from dinner.” FP explains.“Nooo, I want you here,” you whine.“I’m here now, I’m here now,” FP says as he wraps his arms around you and kisses down your neck. It wasn’t long before you were asleep in each other's arms.