Bunny

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Isaiah pressed his tip against my entrance and I wondered how much of a difference the condom really made.
He began to slide in slowly.
"Ohhhh...fuck..." he sighed.
He slid in deeper and began thrusting in and out.
There's a difference. I began moaning much sooner.
"Fuck, you're so wet. I'm tryin' to be gentle just one more time but you're drowning my fucking dick..." he panted.
He sped up a bit and I could hear that he liked it better this way too.
His lips found mine again and he kissed me deeper than the last time. His tongue worked with mine and I couldn't help but moan against his lips as he kept his pace.

Something vibrated.

My phone.

I was not in the state to look at that right now.

But apparently Isaiah was.

"Who the fuck is textin' you this late?" he asked and looked at it.

I couldn't respond because he was still thrusting. My head was turned to the side as I laid there stupidly.
"He's askin' if you're alright. I should send a picture of you and say you're doin' great." he laughed.
"Hurry..." I instructed.
"For what? Maybe I wanna take my time with you." He put his lips back on my neck.
"I have to...I have to get home..." I told him.
"Do you really?"
"Y-Yea..."
He stood up straight. "Alright."

He grabbed onto my hips and pulled me closer, shoving himself deeper inside and I moaned loudly.
He began thrusting vigorously and I grabbed at the blankets on the bed as he continued forcefully stroking inside.
My eyes shut tightly and I was regretting asking him to hurry up.

"Fuck...you feel so fuckin' good..." he moaned.
I felt him push my legs back further and they laid at either side of me.
I cried out louder and put my hand against his abdomen.
I slowed down nothing, like it was just there to feel his abs.
He slapped it away anyway. "Move your fuckin' hand. Don't play wit' me."

He held one leg pinned to the bed and kept going.

"Isaiah...!" I cried.
"Yea, baby." he replied and kept going.

I began whimpering and my body did the same as the last time.
I flexed and my toes curled as I finished. But he kept going the same rough and fast pace.
"You gonna come back to me tomorrow?" he asked.
I couldn't help but whimper.
"Answer me. You gonna come back to me tomorrow?"
"Y-Yes..."
"Yea? You gonna let me see you?"
"Yes, yes!"
"You promise?"
"I promise!" I cried.
He sped up a little faster and my tears ran as I whined before he finally pulled out and I felt something on my stomach.
"Good. I better see you tomorrow." He kissed me again and his thumb wiped my tears.

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I made it back home and luckily my dad was in his room when I walked in.

"Dad, I'm home!" I yelled.
"Hey, kiddo, come here for a sec!" he stated.
"In a minute, I have to use the bathroom!"
I walked quickly to my bathroom while avoiding him. I looked in the mirror and wanted to scream. I had three obvious hickeys decorating my neck.
"No...no, no, no..." I panicked.

I didn't know what to do. I still didn't have any makeup.

I left the bathroom after flushing it to seal the lie then went into my room.

I put on a hoodie with the hood up and pulled the strings down before tying them. Only revealing my face and concealing my neck.

I knew what I had to do.

I walked into my dad's room where he was sitting on his bed and changing the batteries of his tv remote.

"Dad, I don't feel good..." I whined and walked over to him.

I sat next to him with my head on his shoulder.
"What's wrong, babygirl?" he asked and looked at me.
"My head and throat hurt." I sniffed.
"You think you're comin' down with somethin'?" he figured and I nodded.
"I'm sure we got medicine somewhere. You wanna take some or try to fight it off commando style first?"
"I'm gonna see if it's gone by the time I wake up first." I stated.
"Alright." He kissed my head.

"Why did you call me earlier?" I wondered.
"I saw they had your favorite movie about to come on and wanted to see if you wanted to watch it."
"Really?" I asked and looked at the tv.
"Yea." He aimed the remote at it then clicked through the channels and put it on.
"Okay, leave it there. I'll make popcorn and be right back." I stated and stood up. I cleared my throat to remember I'd have to pretend to be sick.
"Grab me a beer." he instructed.
"It's like 10:30. You need to drink water." I commanded.
"Fine, bring me a beer AND water."
"I'm bringing you water."
"You're no fun to me."
I left his room and headed to the kitchen.

I took out a pack of popcorn then placed it into the microwave and grabbed two water bottles.

If my dad isn't asleep for the entire day, on the days he's off, we usually binge watch a bunch of movies because he knows how much I love films or we'll binge watch a bunch of old comedic tv shows from the 70s. We like doing that because we find it cool to look at how different their outfits are from nowadays and to laugh at their old slang and vernacular.

It's like a tradition.

I know I said I don't have any friends but if I had to pick one. It would be my dad.