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Shaking my head, I drop my chin. Twisting my legs to the side, I meet his gaze. “No. No, don’t stop.”
His eyes flare, jaw clenching visibly. And he nods. “Potato?”
I grin, a rusty laugh leaving my scoured lungs. “Potato.”
His lip ticks up and he nods, sweaty hair hanging around his face, clinging to his skin. He gives my hip a little pat. “Now roll over and get up on all fours—”
Bending down, he pinches my cheeks in his thick, rough fingers.
“—and stick that pretty little ass of yours out like a good boy.”
CHAPTERTHIRTY-SEVEN
NOLAN
I’m a man possessed.
Ravaged and seized—every bone, muscle, fiber of my being infected by the ardent need to own this man.
This boy of mine.
My beacon in the dark.
Skyler flips onto his stomach, crawling up onto all fours. He’s a sight to behold, with his pert ass pushed out, cock jutting out rigidly between his legs, wearing nothing but that sinful red crop top.
Wetting my lips, I shove my hair back behind my ears and creep over to my nightstand, digging out a bottle of lube.
Snow hits the skylights above the bed, casting flickering shadows over Skyler’s writhing body, softening his sharp edges.
It’s better than anything I could’ve ever imagined—having him here. In my house. My bed.
It’s almost hard to believe he hasn’t been here all along.
Kneeling onto the mattress, I scoot closer, smoothing a hand over one perfectly round cheek. His skin is silky smooth. Warm.
Pulling back, I bring my palm down, smacking his ass hard.
He yelps into a groan, thrusting that needy cock of his into the bed.
Red blotches form where I spanked him. Ass clenched, he wiggles, breathing heavily into the room. “Nol!” he whines.
“That’s for earlier,” I grit out. “Next time you better think twice about saying shit like you’re not normal, or I’ll spank your ass so red you won’t be able to sit for a week.”
Skyler’s whole body shudders, clenching.Well shit. Someone likes the idea of that.
At the head of the bed, he rubs his cheek into the pillow, nodding, and I don’t miss the wetness staining the pillow where he must’ve been biting and sucking on the fabric.
He did that a lot on the island. Mouthed and bit and sucked at whatever was near as I fucked him into oblivion. His fist. My chest. The sheets…
“Understood?” I say tightly, ensuring he knows I mean it. Talk about ripping my fucking heart apart.
Again, he nods, and manages to utter out a quiet, “Y-yes.”
“Good boy.”
He moans, and I smirk, brushing my fingers over his hot, flushed skin. “You’re gonna have to relax some, if you want me in there, baby.”
He wiggles his ass, chasing my fingers.
