Oliver urges me on and I spank him again, this slap harder and sharper, not to admonish him but just because he likes it. And I like to see the pink echo of my hand there, etched into the pale skin of his perfect ass like a brand.

My hands go to his hips, holding on tightly as I use the leverage of my foot on the floor to snap my hips forward, plunging into him with one quick thrust. The sound he makes is the best kind of music and I hiss through my teeth as I fuck him hard, leaning over him to press one hand into the center of his back to hold him down, keeping his ass tipped up obscenely.

"Does that feel good, sweetheart?" I pant out, voice low and sweet despite my bruising thrusts. "Let me hear you."