Breeding Dylan

7: Mommy Issues

We woke up sometime in the night. I felt like I'd slept forever. My stomach felt full even though I hadn't eaten anything since the protein shake after our workout. Tareq was still underneath me. His cock, soft but full, was still filling my hole.

I looked up his chest to see he was awake; laid back against the pillows and swiping on his phone. He caught my eye and offered a smile.

"I could not wake you. You look so beautiful with my seed inside you." He reached down and pet my hair. "How am I so lucky to have the angel in my bed?"

"That was crazy good." I yawned then nestled back in against his chest.

"We will eat. The night chef is awake. I will text for food. What do you wish to eat?" Tareq swiped around on his phone.

"I'm good. I think you filled me up from the inside." I was kidding, but it really did feel like that.

"No, we need food. I will order protein. We need to replenish." Tareq leaned his head down to kiss my forehead.

He ordered the food then carried me off to the bathroom. We showered and ate together at his small table near the kitchen.

It was 5 in the morning and Tareq had a meeting at 10. We decided to go for a run down the beach. We put on workout clothes and ran down to the moonlit beach. There was a soft, winding path made of a bouncy red rubber where the grass met the sand. It was a perfect exercise trail. We ran to one wall on the beach and then turned and ran to the other.

We worked up a sweat then collapsed on the sand to watch the sun rise. He pulled me against his chest and held me while the light crept over the water and warmed our skin.

"This can be no more perfect. My baby is in my home. I can ask for no better." He kissed my hair and we laid there until the sunlight forced us back indoors.

We got cleaned up then went to have breakfast with his parents. We ate in a smaller dining room on the upper floor. It was glass on three sides and tinted so we could enjoy the morning sun without feeling its effects.

"My Tareq tells us you are only here for a short time," his father said as the worker filled his coffee cup.

"I have my job to get back to. It's so beautiful here. It's like a resort." I dug into the fruit bowl a worker had set in front of me.

"I hope we can change your mind. My Tareq is happy to have you. It's been a long time since I see him this focused. It is good he has a mate to keep him focused on the future." He offered me the first genuine smile I'd seen from him.

"I am going shopping this afternoon. You will come with me, We should do a fitting for your tuxedo for the formal." His mother barely looked up from her iPad when she said this.

"Yes. I have my meeting. I will meet up with you both for lunch afterwards. La Palmiere on the Corniche. Dylan will like their french fries." Tareq patted my hair.

We finished breakfast then I went to brush my teeth while Tareq dressed for his meeting. He walked me to the front of the house to wait for his mom while he left for work.

Mrs. Zakar was on the phone when she walked out. She snapped her fingers as she passed me and I followed her out to the waiting car.

She was dressed for the summer look of a Parisian runway and carried herself with importance. I followed her into the back of a waiting town car and the driver whisked us off towards the city.

She stayed on her phone call as the driver took us past the skyscrapers and down into a shopping street that opened to the beach. It was lined with expensive stores and towering palms. Every car was exotic and every surface was clean and shiny. I felt very underdressed.