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“God, yes, please,” is his reply. It sounds so desperate I nearly cry. I’m fully aware that there is no going back from this. That when we slept together the last time I was none the wiser and so can’t be blamed for what happened. This time, though, I’m a willing participant. But the fact that this could absolutely destroy my relationship with my mother, who is the only fucking family I have, doesn’t make me want to stop. I can’t stop. I need him. He’s mine. He’s been mine since that first night. And I’ve been his.

“Strip and bend over the table,” I tell him. My cock jerks when he begins to do exactly as I say, untucking his shirt, then unbuttoning it, before he moves to his belt. I slide my T-shirt and sweats off, then my underwear. When I look up again he’s bent over the table just like I instructed, that gorgeous ass in the air, cock hard between his legs and leaking onto the floor.

In the light of day I can see the freckles scattered across his legs and ass, and I moan as I kneel behind him and spread his cheeks. “Fuck, I’ve missed this ass, Oli,” I say, and he turns to look at me, his eyes wide.

“What is it?” I ask.

“Love it when you say my name while I’m bent over for you,” he says, the huskiness in voice sending a shiver down my spine.

“Mmmm,” I hum, then lick and nibble at his ass cheeks, making him jerk. “Oli,” I say, planting kiss after kiss andnuzzling his delectable ass with my nose, repeating his name each time until he’s shaking. “So good for me.”

“Fuck,” he gasps, as I reach my hand between his legs to fondle his balls. “Fuck, Hunter.”

I hum again, then begin to suck on the freckles dotting his cheeks, making him spasm even more. I snarl when he says, “Fuck, don’t leave marks, she’ll see.”

“You want me to fuck you and not mark you?” I say. I know he’s right. This is reckless enough without leaving evidence on his body of what we’re doing. But it fucking infuriates me that he’s mine and I can’t claim him the way I want to. I want him covered in my marks. His ass, his stomach, his neck. Every fucking place on his body belongs to me. Not her.

He looks back at me again. “Please?”

“On one condition. You tell me who’s ass this is. Tell me it’s mine and I won’t mark it.” His eyes widen again and I slap his ass cheek, making his cheeks flame and his eyes widen even further. “Tell me, Oli.”

“I,” he swallows. I slap his other ass cheek and he hisses. “Christ.”

“Who’s ass is this?” I ask more harshly. “Is it hers? Is it my mom’s? Does your ass belong to her?”

He shakes his head. “Then whose is it, Oli?” I demand.

“Christ,” he whimpers. “It’s yours.”

I press a kiss to it. “It’s not hers?” Another kiss. He shakes his head vehemently. “You sure?” Another kiss, and a nod.

“Yes, now bloody fuck me, for Christ’s sake,” he almost snarls. I can’t help chuckling as I spread his cheeks and begin to lap and suck at his beautiful pucker.

“God, Oli, you taste so good,” I moan. “So fucking perfect, baby. Such a pretty hole. It hasn’t been filled since I saw you last has it? Not even with a toy?” I reach around and grip his cock, both of us moaning at the contact.

He shakes his head. “N…no,” he manages.

“Good boy,” I purr, and his cock spasms in my hand. Holy fuck, he loved that. He loved being called my good boy.

“Damn, Oli,” I purr, and he shoves his ass back, begging.

“More. Please.”

I hum and stroke my finger up and down his ass cheek. “Your hole must be aching to be filled,” I say.

“Christ, you little demon, get the fuck inside me.”

I slap his ass again and he gasps, then moans like a whore when I slide my tongue over his pucker again. “Oh, God. Yes, Hunter, fuck, yes, don’t stop. Please don’t stop. So good. So bloody good.”

I slide my tongue over his taint and across his entrance again and again, his taste exploding on my tongue, until he’s shaking and I hear the hitch in his breath when he says, “Please,” again. My cock is throbbing, desperate to be inside him. It’s been too long. Way too long.

I moan and slip my tongue inside him, and he spasms around me. It’s fucking glorious. I work him with my tongue as he presses back against me, fucking himself on my face.

I slide out of him and he whimpers as I ask, “You gonna keep denying this pretty hole what it needs?”

He shakes his head. “You gonna let me fill you up over and over again, Oli?”

A nod.

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