Page 26 of Until Presley

“Trevor, that was when she was three.” Liz walks out, rejoining us.

“I have a stepsister. Clara. We aren’t very close. She lived with her father until she was sixteen, then came to live with us. When she came to live with us, her mother talked my father into sending me to boarding school with her. I always had tutors before that.”

“Boarding school?” Liz asks as she moves to a chair next to Trevor, but he pulls her onto his lap.

“Yep, my father travels all over the world for his research. Thea, my stepmom, thought I needed more stability during my teens. I had just turned fourteen and had been moved up to the same grade as Clara. My stepsister hated that because everyone compared us.” She pauses. “I have a little brother. Thea and my dad had Griff ten years ago. He’s my little buddy.”

Her phone rings, and she looks down at it before sending the call to voicemail. I didn’t catch who was calling, but when it rings again, she picks it up and turns it off.

“Sorry, I’m just tired of hearing how everyone is so sorry for my loss. I’ll miss Leah, but it’s more Alan’s loss than mine.”

“You lost her too,” Hanna says as she reaches across the table and pats her hand.

“Thank you.” She takes a small sip from her wine glass.

We spend the next couple of hours just visiting and eating. When we finally leave, Hanna, Liz, and Presley have arranged to go shopping on Saturday. I like that she’s got Hanna and Liz to help her through this. I noticed Margo came to the service today, but I know that they aren’t very close.

When we pull through the gates of my property, she doesn’t say anything but smiles softly. I walk around the Jeep and help her out. She laces her fingers with mine, and I lead her around the back of the house to the pool. We stand here for a moment, looking at the water. Her back is to my chest, and she takes a deep breath.

“Is your mom here tonight?” Presley asks as she steps out of my embrace.

“No. It’s her bunco night. She won’t be home for a couple of hours.” I watch her closely, wondering what she has planned.

Presley walks over to one of the chaise loungers and drops her jacket, purse, and cell phone down. She then reaches for the hem of her dress and lifts it up, slowly revealing her barely-there thong. Her breasts are exposed next, and I remain still, watching her. She pulls off the nipple covers and turns. My sprite is a goddess as she bends and slides her panties down her legs, presenting me her perfect ass that I want to sink my teeth into.

She looks over her shoulder at me. “Come get me, handsome,” she purrs before diving into the pool and swimming across to the waterfall.

I’m naked and jumping in after her before she can swipe the water from her eyes. I pull her into my arms and kiss her deeply, sucking her tongue into my mouth. She starts moving against me, and I wrap an arm up her back, holding her by the shoulder to stop her from moving too much.

“Baby, I’m going to give you my cock, hard and deep, but right now, I need to mark you up.” The need for others to see she’s taken is so great that I leave a little hickey behind her ear. When her hair is up at work tomorrow, that little shitass researcher George will get the point.

“Ham, I need you deep inside me. I need to feel alive.” She’s wrapped around me, and I flex my hips, causing my cock to slide between her folds and against her clit. She moans as she leans in to kiss my neck.

I move us toward the edge so I can get some leverage. Then I make slow love to her against the wall of the pool. She cries out as she comes, and I know I need to take her deeper and harder. I have to imprint myself more on her, inside and out.

As she comes down for her orgasm, I move us to the stairs and get out of the pool. I head toward the outdoor shower on the wall of the house. She unhooks her heels, and I slide her down my body as the water hits us. I kiss her, then lean down to suck her nipples before taking a bite of each one. I mark her skin again. Depending on which bikini she wears, people will notice them.

“Turn around, baby, and brace against the wall.”

I pop her ass out as I kneel behind her. I bite each of her butt cheeks, leaving an imprint, before standing up and sliding back into her heat. It’s then I realize we didn’t use a condom.

“Baby, I’m bare,” I let her know, but I don’t stop pumping in and out of her. When she doesn’t answer me, I smack her ass. “Did you hear me?”

“I did. I’m on birth control; we’re good. I just had my shot last month.”

“Okay,” I respond. She’ll be lucky if I ever put a condom on again. I can feel every ripple better now.

She squeezes my cock, and I almost drop to my knees. I smack her other ass cheek, loving the pink handprint I leave behind.

“Don’t do that unless you want me to fuck you harder.”

She does it again, and I pull out and slam back into her body. She cries out.

“Hamilton, yes,” she screams. I love hearing my name on her lips.

I don’t stop the forceful thrusts, taking her deep, until she cries out a couple more times. My balls are tingling, along with my back. I reach around her body and thrum her clit. She screams as I come deep inside her. I lift her up and hold her to my chest as we both come down from the high.

“Ham, are you out there?” my mom calls, and Presley tries to pull away.

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