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You pecked your girlfriend’s lips as Harrison sat down in his seat at the table, Cassie had an exhausting shift. She smiled as you placed her meal in front of her, knowing she’d get dessert later.

“Thank you, baby,” she rasped, her body slumped to the table as she tore into her food. You hated that she didn’t eat while she worked. However, you knew the money she earned provided for you, earning you the title of stay at home girlfriend.

Harrison nibbled at his meal, Cassie whispered to him.

“Be sure to thank momma for your meal.”

“Thank you, momma,” he uttered out, covering his mouth as he spoke.

You admired how Cassie raised him over the years, he earned straight A’s and was respectful. You couldn’t ask for anything more from your future step son, you spooned some food into your mouth, pausing to twist the beautiful rock that was casted around your finger.

Cassie gripped your hand into hers, feeling her smooth fingertips knead your palm. She grasped at your ring finger, spinning the jewelry around the digit.

“This is so good,” Harrison spoke as he chewed. “Can you make it again, momma?” 

“Of course,” you grinned. “Anything for you, baby.”

Cassie always appreciated how you chose to step up, taking care of her son while she worked tirelessly in triage. How you’d grocery shop with her bills in your palm while you checked off the list of Harrison’s favorite foods. Pop-tarts, mac-n-cheese, oh of course, can’t forget the ramen…the tip of your pen would swipe swiftly against the notepad.

You would make the beds, do the laundry, her perfect little housewife.

“Do you have a man,” her patient would ask. “I could take you out, we could grab a drink?”

“No thanks,” she’d type into the computer mindlessly. “Been sober for over nine years.”

“Fine,” they’d pipe up. “Dinner then?”

“Got a wife at home, have to keep her busy or she’ll spend all my money.”

She never imagined this life, her being an addict all while she was with her ex. They were always broke. The divorce and custody battle cost a fortune, she dealt with it all throughout medical school. Constantly wondering how she'd pay to feed her son. 

She had just started regaining her footing when you came along, you had stood by her in a restaurant. She was picking up her to-go order after a long shift, you were waiting by her side.

“Sorry if this sounds weird,” she began. “But your nails are really pretty, wish I could have them done like that.” She wished she could have them claw at her back while she pushed her strap into you, wanting your walls to clench around the silicon.

You smiled and thanked her, questioning if she was a nurse.

“I’m a doctor, actually,” she piped up.

“O-Oh I’m so sorry for assuming,” you felt so embarrassed as your cheeks flushed.

“It’s okay,” she responded. “It’s not common for a woman to be a doctor.”

“Order for ‘Cassie McKay’,” the hostess called.

Cassie plucked her order off the hostess stand, turning to face the door but pausing at the shell of your ear.

“Meet me outside?” she whispered against you, her hot breath cascading across your flesh.

When you received your order, you met her outside. You both chuckled as you got to know each other. You felt weird once you reached her apartment, you went to turn away before she reached out to grasp your wrist.

“Keep me company?” she asked. 

You agreed and joined her, curling yourself into her couch, basking in the sterilized scent of the hospital that roamed her skin. Yet, she lit a vanilla scented candle, cleansing her home of the smell. It made her feel uncomfortable when she’d return home, knowing she didn’t want her son to pick up on her sterile stench.

A vanilla candle was lit on the dining room table, the welcoming smell encasing your new home. You had been dating Cassie McKay for a few years, she bought the house a couple months ago. She planned on proposing to you in it in front of Harrison. She would light all the candles in her home, the flames casting an incandescent glow among the living room. Harrison would hand you a card that would contain a heartfelt note, ending with the words “will you marry me?” Cassie felt the ring box rub against her buttocks, a constant reminder of who she was doing this all for, not just her son, but for you.

Cassie pressed a kiss to your temple as she gathered the dishes in her palms, hands that sewed countless wounds back together today. She scrubbed diligently at the porcelain as you reached your arms around her waist, pressing sweet kisses into her back.

Harrison padded out into the kitchen, kindly asking his mom if he could have a few minutes with his tablet, Cassie agreed.

You made sure Harrison was comfortable on the couch, tucking his legs underneath the blanket.

“Are you going to be okay for a few?” you asked.

He mindlessly nodded as he clicked on a youtube video, his brain getting lost in thought. You pressed a kiss to his hair, loving him like he was your own. 

You shuffled to the bedroom, locking the door. You shedded Cassie out of her scrubs, tossing the fabric wherever. She pushed her lips to your temples and cheeks as you helped tugging off her clothing. When her tongue swiped across yours, you groaned into her mouth. She nipped at your neck, her teeth grazing among your collarbones.

“S-Stop,” you chuckled. “Harrison is right outside.”

“Don’t care,” she returned her lips to your neck, sucking your flesh. Her cold chain combed over your skin, making you gasp.

“I do,” you pushed her back. “Why don’t you shower, okay?”

Cassie pressed her forehead into yours, grasping at your hand that held her warm cheek.

“Okay,” she sighed.

Cassie scrubbed and washed the scent of the hospital off of her skin. She felt herself relax against the hot water.

“Harrison,” you spoke as you padded out of your bedroom, hearing the shower run behind your bedroom door. “It’s time for bed.”

“Ugh,” he groaned. “I don’t want to, momma.”

“Too bad,” you said as you placed your palm to his back, leading him to the bathroom that adjoined his bedroom.

You made sure he flossed and brushed his teeth, being sure to tuck him into his bed. You placed a kiss goodnight, across his forehead.

Cassie had just climbed out of the shower once you returned to your bedroom, clicking and locking the bedroom door behind you. She opened her naked arms, welcoming you in her clean embrace. She pressed a kiss to your temple before grasping your jaw, pulling your lips to hers.

You practically whimpered into her kiss, lusting at how the absence of her touch can pull these reactions out of you. You felt her reach her warm hands down your backside, her palms rubbing below the hem of your sleep shorts and hugging your ass, she tugged them off of you.

“Want you to be mine,” she moaned against your mouth, her towel dropping and pooling at her ankles. She pressed you to the bed, pushing your back into the brand new mattress.

“I want you to take care of this house,” she whispered against your lips. “Just like you take care of me and my son.”

You gasped as she ran her fingers through your folds, touching and feeling into your mound, feeling the slick coat and slip across her fingers as she pumped her digits in and out of you. She dug her fingers deeper with every stroke, curling slightly into your cervix and feeling your walls clench. 

She continued combing her tongue around yours, swirling and tasting every inch of your cheeks. Her chain hanging around her neck tickled your collarbones, making you arch into her. She rubbed countless circles into your clit with her thumb.

She was meticulous with her hands, just like every doctor would be. She continued coating your tongue with her sweet kisses, fumbling around for her strap on. She slid it across her waist tightly, either rubbing at your clit or squeezing your nipple between her fingertips. She spat into her palm, pushing the length of the silicon through her coated fist.

She thrusted the head of the toy into you, you whimpered at how your insides stretched around it. She gasped at your sounds, how you clawed into her hips, dragging the toy deeper into you.

“Want me to fuck you like I mean it?” she rasped.

‘Yeah…” you moaned. “Yeah.”

She pumped her hips into you, her thumb kneading at your swollen clit. You clutched around the toy, feeling its false veins forcing into you. However, that feeling was your Cassie. That was her cock. Cassie pressed her smooth hand onto the flesh of your breast, squeezing it, twisting your sensitive hardened bud.

You moaned underneath her, she pulled herself to you. Her mouth agape and pressing to your nipple. She bit and nibbled across it, swirling her tongue around your breast. She placed her lips across your chest, adorning your breasts with hot kisses, her tongue sliding and sucking across your skin, leaving marks across your plump tits.

She pulled out of you, flipping you onto your stomach. She boned into you, pressing her hand to your belly and feeling the false length bulge into your abdomen. Her own slick was pooling in her folds.

She pressed a forceful kiss to your cheek as she discarded the belt of her strap. She crawled into the bed with you, grasping your leg and pulling it across her shoulder blade, exposing your center to her.

She spat onto your clit, you growled at the feeling. She flipped you onto your back, moving to where the air of your heat kissed hers. She grinded her hips into yours, your mounds basically making out with each other. Your slick folds slid against each other, her bundle of nerves rubbing against your pearl. It felt so good, your girlfriend sliding her slick across yours, how your thighs would entangle with one another.

She continued to rub across you, she brought her fingers to your center, feeling your swollen clot.

“I’m gonna cum,” you’d heave.

Cassie would pull her pussy away from yours, moving to where her mouth would cast a hot breath amongst you before diving in. She’d press her tongue deep into your insides, wanting to lap up every bit of your release. She’d toy and graze at your clit every now and then until your cum would coat her tongue, her dabbing up every bit of it as it would pool and cascade across her tongue.

“Want you to marry me,” she’d whisper, fumbling for her scrub pants encasing the ring.

Once she found it, she’d wrap your finger with the band, kissing you knuckle.

“Yes,” you’d whimper.

She’d press kisses deep into your cheeks, wanting to taste every part of your skin.

“S-Sorry, baby,” she’d heave against your bare chest. “Didn’t mean for it to happen like this.”

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