Page 91 of The Prez

“Sssh,” I whisper in Omari’s ear as I sink my dick into his tight ass. “You don’t want to wake Little Raf.”

Omari whimpers, but clamps his mouth shut, his moans barely rising higher than a breath. Smiling, I rise up on my palms and roll my hips into him. “Fuck, yes,” he murmurs, raising his ass higher in the air.

He’s lying on his stomach, both hands clutched in my fist and thrust over his head as I plow into him from behind. His plump ass jiggles as I piston into him. I wish I had more hands so I could touch him everywhere, get my hands on him every-fucking-where. My dick looks obscene sinking into his hole, slick with lube and hard enough to split bricks.

Letting his hands go, I sit back on my heels and grab the globes of his ass, squeezing them hard as I fuck him. Omari pants and moans but keeps his voice down. Until I peg his prostate.

“Fuck, Raf!” he shouts, gripping the sheets as he pushes his ass back.

“Quiet, baby,” I groan, slapping his ass hard enough to leave a red mark behind. Omari’s groan fills the room and normally, I would relish the sound, but we gotta keep it down.

Knowing only one way to do that, I pull out of Omari and flip him to his back. I settle between his legs and glide my dick back inside his scorching hole. He moans loudly, but I take his lips in a filthy kiss to quiet him. I don’t stop kissing him as I work my cock into his entrance.

Omari wraps his legs around me, the firm, but soft flesh hot against my waist. I drag one hand down to his thigh, gripping the soft skin hard enough to leave bruises. He hisses in my mouth but doesn’t remove his lips from mine.

I drill into him, my hips slamming against his ass as I fuck him hard and deep. His hard cock brushes against my belly and I lower myself, adding friction so he can come hands free.

The hand I had on his hip dances up his body, touching and feeling him where I can until I get to his throat. I wrap my hand around it and squeeze. Omari’s hips move in a frenzy to meet my thrusts, his fingers digging into the flesh of my back.

“Come for me,” I murmur into his mouth before kissing him again. “Let me feel your hot spunk on me, precioso.”

“Oh God,” Omari moans in a low voice, his hands dragging down to my ass as he spurs me to fuck him harder. “Oh fuck, yes. I’m coming, baby.”

I take his lips again, kissing him deep as his moans of pleasure drift through me. His body spasms and I feel his dick kicking between us, his hot release coating my belly.

He holds me tight as I continue to use his hole to get myself off. Even though he’s sensitive, this is our usualroutine, so he’s gotten used to me giving him a slice of pleasurable pain before I tumble over the cliff.

Raising up on my hands as I plow into him, I look down at Omari, at his flushed face, plump and swollen lips, and the small scars on his forehead and under his eye. He’s so fucking beautiful; it sends me over the edge and I come hard. My groan of release reverberates around the room, loud in the tight confines. Omari reaches up and slaps a hand over my mouth, but it’s too late.

Just as I’m lowering myself onto Omari to give him a kiss, a soft voice sounds through the baby monitor. “Unc Mari. Unc Raf.”

Omari gives me a dry look and pushes me off him. “And you thought I’d wake him.” He scoffs and rolls out of bed, hurrying to the bathroom to clean himself up before he gets Little Raf out of bed.

After I slide a pair of pajama pants over my ass, I throw my arms behind my head and watch him through the crack in the bathroom door. He has red marks where I grabbed his flesh, but they won’t last long. I sigh, wishing we had more time so I could put marks around his throat like a fucking ownership necklace.

The scars from his surgery barely show, having healed and almost disappeared into his light brown skin.

It’s been over a year since he was hurt but he still has some flashbacks. Mainly when I would come home and slam the door after a rough day at the clubhouse. He would jump and cower until he realized it was me.

To help with that, I stopped taking my anger and frustration out on the front door and we moved house. It helped a lot, being in a different home. He no longer looks around the house and sees the place he was attacked and almost beat to death.

Omari rushes to the door, shooting me a dark look. “A little help would be nice.”

“You’re the nanny,” I joke, throwing my legs over the side of the bed. “It’s your job.”

He stops his trek in the hallway and turns to me, putting his hands on his hips. He’s so fucking sexy when he scowls. “Oh, no sir. You stopped paying me to be a nanny when my contract ended six months ago. Want a nanny? Let’s make a deal.”

A deep belly laugh leaves my throat as I stand up, walking over to him. I pull him into my arms, kissing him deeply. His lips are firm under mine for only a moment, then he melts into me, kissing me back.

“Unc Mari!” Little Raf says from behind us. We break our kiss and look at him in shock.

“How the hell did he get out of his crib?” I ask.

Omari looks at me dryly again. “I told you he knows how to climb.” Turning around to Little Raf, he holds his arms out. “Hey big man. Are you hungry?”

“Yes. So hungry,” my dramatic nephew says, holding his arms up to Omari. My boyfriend laughs high and loud, kissing Little Raf on the cheek as he goes to the kitchen.

I watch them walk away, smiling to myself. Little Raf turned two a few weeks ago. He’s growing like a weed and so smart. Every day that passes, he looks more and more like his mother.

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