Page 115 of Dark, Forbidden, & Taboo

He’s taking everything from me, and I’m not entirely sure that I want him to stop.

He buries his face between my cheeks as he begins to lick, then spit on my hole. I bite down on my tongue to keep from moaning like a whore, especially since the pain is still stinging my flesh as a reminder that this is all my fault.

Finley lets out a soft moan as he uses the tip of his tongue to tease my hole open, then pulls his face away.

He slips the tips of his thumbs into my opening, and slides one in further as he quickly bites my ass, then begins to fuck my hole.

It’s violent and painful, even with just his thumb.

“Steady, steady,” he teases in a thick tone when he sees me struggling on the couch.

“Does Aunt Celeste like having her tight, little hole fucked?” he continues with a low, chuckle. “Because if you think this feels good …”

Finley’s voice trails off as he pulls his thumb out, then pushes me forward onto the couch. I don’t even turn to look at him because I swear he would be able to see every shameful thing I’ve done in my entire life—and not just to him—written all over my face.

But I think that’s what he wants, because he leans down and flips me onto my back with ease.

“Open your eyes,Aunty,” he instructs quietly.

I shake my head as I place my hands on my face.

“Suit yourself,” he replies in an amused tone.

The sound of his clothes making a gentle pile on the floor causes my legs to shake.

The way he lowers his body over mine, using his knee to pry my legs open, his breath gentle on my neck as he reaches his hands under my shirt and pushes it up over my face …So much shame.

“Nice!” he remarks in appreciation as he pulls my breasts out of the bra and squeezes them roughly. “You really are a hottie, aren’t you? I always had a bit of a crush on you, you know.”

He …what?

“I guess that’s why I was such a bad boy. I wanted you to spank me,” he continues mischievously. “I learned to enjoy it after a while, but you know how teenage rebellion is. I didn’t want you to know it, so I always acted like I hated it. And you.”

Before I have a chance to move my hands from my face and ask Finley why any of this has to happen then, I feel the head of his cock as he lines it up at my entrance.

“So, that’s how I know you want me right now. Because you’re acting the same way I used to.”

He finishes with a grunt as he pushes himself roughly inside of me.

Another sob escapes me as the sensations of pain wrack my body again. Finley grinds out a groan as he pushes into me again. “I had a feeling this pussy hadn’t been used yet. Who knew that I was actually right about something for once when it comes to you?”

The young boy that spent a lifetime feigning hate for me, begins to move his body against mine, his cock pushing in and out of me.

The intense feeling of pressure and pain; it causes the shame to slowly start to melt away into something else.

He runs a hand down my body as he begins to move a little faster. The sounds of his heavy breathing, his balls slapping against my ass, and the occasional chuckle greets my ears.

My hands move from my face to his forearms, fingernails digging into his flesh, as Finley fucks me a little harder.

He leans down and runs his tongue across my lips, then uses it to part them, lying his body down against mine.

His hips are still moving at a rapid pace, and Finley grabs a fistful of my hair as his tongue searches my mouth with a seduction and intensity that I’ve never experienced before.

He pushes his body off mine and pulls his cock out of me, I look up at him as the shame starts to wash over me again.

And I think he sees it, because he gives me a grin, raises a finger in the air, and makes a motion for me to turn around.

I shake my head and he laughs as he pulls me off the couch, then roughly spins me and pushes me against the couch again.

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