Page 95 of It Must Be Fate

She moans loudly, then slaps a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound. “What are you doing?” she whispers distractedly.

I maul her like an animal, capturing the skin between my lips and suckling at it.

“Not only are the fathers at school ogling you, but now so are their preteen boys?” I mutter angrily against her neck. “That’s fucking bullshit.”

Nera cups the back of my neck, shoving my face deeper into her throat instead of pushing me away. “I think it’s a compliment.”

“It means Mum I’d Like to Fuck,” I churn out.

“Y-yes,” she breathes.

“I’m the only one who fucks you. The only one who should eventhinkabout fucking you.”

Not a question, not even a demand. Just a fact.

She knows it so she doesn’t answer.

I suck and bite viciously at her skin until it’s red and raw. Lapping at it soothingly with my tongue, I growl as I revel in the way I’ve marked her.

“Wear your hair up when you pick up the kids tomorrow.”

This time it is an order.

“Make sure they see these.” I trace the red traces with my thumb. “I want everyone talking. All the mums whispering and gossiping about it. All the dads jealous that I get to own you.Everyone.”

I slam my mouth down on hers, stealing the breath from her lips. Pushing her up onto the counter, I spread her legs and nestle myself between them, rubbing my hard cock against her center. I fist her hair and control the speed, intensity, and violence of the kiss.

Nera must sense I’m seconds away from ripping her clothes off because she places a hand on my chest and pushes me back softly, panting for breath.

“We can’t. The kids. If you fuck me here, we’re going to have to answer a lot more questions than we’re ready for.”

I groan in frustration and drop my forehead to hers.

“Fine.” I breathe heavily, my chest rising and falling with every ragged inhale and exhale. “But I want you naked and on your knees for me the second they’re in bed.”

She licks my lips teasingly so I smack her ass in warning. Her eyes turn heavy.

“I can do that,” she whispers coyly.

“Careful,” I warn. “I only have so much control.”

She grins. “I know.”

I purr contentedly. “You really are a MILF. But for my eyes only.”

Running her hand through my hair, she asks. “What are you going to tell Cato it means?”

“Mum who’s In Love with Fencing,” I grumble.

She bursts out laughing, my favorite sound in the world. “That doesn’t exactly line up.”

“It’s the best I can do on such short notice.”

She presses a kiss to my lips. “You’re ridiculous and I love you.”

“Fuck, I hope you do. Because I’m never going to love anyone else the way I love you.”

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