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“Get up here,” he growls, moving to pull me into his lap again.

But I just shake my head and mumble “uh-uh” around his cock.

“You’re gonna make me come if you keep that up, baby girl,” he hisses.

“Good,” I whisper, making him groan as I swallow his cock into the back of my throat. I moan deeply as I wantonly and brazenly suck and slurp at his fat cock, bobbing my swollen, pouty lips up and down as I stroke his shaft and tease his balls. Oliver groans, gripping the armrest of the chair in an iron grip with one hand, and guiding me up and down his achingly hard cock with the other.

“I want to taste your cum,sir,” I moan eagerly as I slide my mouth back down his glistening shaft, sucking him deep.

“Fuck, Ana,” he groans, his hips flexing and his cock swelling upsofreaking big in my mouth as I eagerly suck on him.

“You want my cum, baby girl? You want me to fill this naughty, bratty mouth with my fucking cum?”

Imoan, my entire body on fire as I whimper and look up at him with lust-hooded eyes and nod. I push down as deep as I can go on his big, fat cock, and when my tongue swirls over the underside of him, I feel him pulse in my mouth.

And suddenly, he’s coming.

I whimper, sucking on him and jerking his shaft as he starts to flood my mouth with hot, sticky cum. He grunts, his hand tight in my hair as he pumps rope after sticky-sweet rope of hot cum across my tongue until he’s filled my mouth entirely with him. I moan eagerly, swallowing his cum and shivering in ecstasy at the utter wrongness of what we just did.

…And at how much Iliked it.

He stops coming, and I stay right there, sucking him gently as he pulses once more between my lips. I pull away, and suddenly, he’s tugging me into his lap, my legs spread around his as he kisses mefiercely.

“Fuck, baby girl,” he groans, kissing me slowly.

I blush as I kiss him back, grinding against his lap as I feel the underside of his cock press against my pussy, and I whimper.

“You’re stillsohard,” I gasp incredulously as I feel his very hard, very thick, very eager cock pulse against me.

“Always for you,” he growls, kissing me slow and deep as he starts to pull me down to grind on that perfect, big dick.

“I’malwayshard for you.”

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Oliver

This is insane. I know it is, and the voice in my head keeps screaming it, but I just keep tamping it down and shoving it aside. Because insane or not, there’s no stopping this, and the longer I kiss her, and the longer I hold her, and feel the heat in her lips as she moans into me, the more I know that.

Technically legal or not, IknowI could lose everything because of this. But the thing is, for her, Iwould. I’d give it all up for her, willingly.

I know people could and might call this creepy, or predatory. But I know in my heart it isn’t. She’s young, yes, but there’s an agelessness to her soul. It’s the knowledge that I’d be head over heels for Anastasia no matter her age, notbecause ofit. That’s the difference between what I feel for her and creepiness. I won’t deny that the wrongness of her age versus mine gets me hard as stone. But I’m not obsessed with herbecause ofit. She could twenty-five, or my age, or fucking ten years older than me, and I know damn well that I’dstillbe under her spell.

She whimpers as I stand, lifting her with my hands on that sweet ass of hers before I sit her down on the edge of my desk. I groan into her lips, kissing her with everything I have as I slide her shirt and bra off entirely. Our bodies move together, and the feel of her puffy pink nipples dragging over my chest has me groaning for more. I move between her legs. She opens them willingly, moaning eagerly as she feels my thickness brush against her bare little cunt.

“I’m going to take you now,” I growl softly into her lips. “I’m going to make youmine.”

She moans, throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me fiercely. Her hands slide down my back, around over my sides and up over my muscled chest as she coos into my lips.

“Last chance to stop, angel,” I say softly.

Anastasia pulls away, frowning, her brow worried.

“I mean it, Ana. This is done the second you say so. I fuckingwant you, but I’m sure as fuck not going to force you to—”

“You’renot,” she whispers fiercely, kissing me.

“You might regret this.”

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