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I begin crying, knowing that I've brought this upon myself. These aren't tears of "OMG this hurts". These were true tears, crying because you were angry with me. Disappointed. Hurt. "Yes, sir," I whisper softly, demurely, submissively. I turn my face away from you.
 
My body slaps into yours for nearly ten more long minutes and I slow only to drwg it out a few times. I clench you tight and groan loudly, erupting a river of cum deep into you. I stay planted in you looking down on you, and I begin to cruelly, gently rub your clit.
 
I feel you rub my clit, and I cry harder. It felt so good, you rubbing my clit, but I didn't deserve to cum. I remain silent except for my tears.
 
Even though my heart trills at your 'good little girl', my mind wonders if you really mean it and I unwillingly give a soft moan of pleasure. The tears are still going.
 
I feel it. And I feel it good. I just give up resisting and give myself over to the pleasure you're giving me, still being soft and quiet. My mind is now confused. Why fuck me without a care for what I want, then pleasure me? It was making no sense to me, but I continued to feel you and moan.
 
I took what was mine because that's what we both deserve, but I want you to know I still love you, but without confusing the two things. I watch you squirm, knowing your confused and hoping you realize it soon. "That feel good baby?"
 
I reach up from your breasts and wipe your tears. "I want you to love me, baby. Just me, okay?" I keep rubbing your clit. "I'll never leave you."
 
"I do love you baby, and only you," I whisper, crying again, even as I feel fantastic from your gentle touches on my clit.
 
It takes me a few moments, but I do cum. It's a decent one, but I cum silently, tears still running down my face a little bit.
 
I lean down, take you in my arms and kiss your neck before kissing you, then curling back into bed next to you with you in the crook of my arm.
 
I'm still confused, but I curl up into you, and snuggle into you a bit hesitantly, unsure of what you're doing.
 
I wake up in the morning and go downstairs before the baby gets up. You smell breakfast when you wake up and you hear Mr. Little Reece babbling.
 
I smile and go to our son's room and begin to feed and change him, with him cooing softly and smiling. A few tears leave my eyes as I rock him gently, just enjoying him being in my arms.

When he falls asleep again, I silently come down the stairs and hug the door frame to the kitchen. "Morning," I say quietly.
 
"Hey baby," I say. "Where is squirt?" You see a large spread of eggs, bacon, hash browns, and pancakes, with milk, juice, and coffee.
 
"Fed, burped, changed, and upstairs sleeping," I say softly. My eyes widen softly at the food, but I wasn't feeling hungry.
 
I take a few hashbrowns, two pancakes and some eggs as well as milk and sit down. I eat a few bites of everything, but I mainly just poke at my food, pretending to eat.
 
I sit across from you, the reason for this feast. "Baby you cannot beat yourself up," I say, cutting up a banana and making a smiley face with the pieces on top of your pancake.
 
"Yes, I can, and I should," I tell you softly. I tentatively eat the banana and sigh. "I fucked up, Reece, and I can't forgive myself for it."
 
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