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“See you in a bit, Mum.”

Nikolai dropped the bags, shut the door behind her, and strode over to where I stood. He hugged me from behind, dragging me into his warm chest and kissing my neck.

“Are you okay, baby boy?” he murmured.

“I am. What about you, Bunny?”

“Mm, I’m just horny. I’ll never get over seeing you in those slutty joggers.” His fingers trailed down my chest and under the waistband.

“Bunny,” I groaned when they wrapped around my cock.

“Yes?”

“What are you doing?” I should stop him.

We are at his mother’s house!

“Don’t worry, I locked the door.” He gave me a slow jerk. His body pressing into my back, Nikolai walked me to the doors leading out on the terrace so I could rest my weight on the glass. “I want you so much, baby boy. Can I have you?”

“Yes, Bunny,” I breathed, my head coming around to find his lips.

Nikolai’s hand left my cock. He dragged my joggers and underwear down over my backside, and I felt him fight with his shorts.

I groaned when he rubbed his cockhead through my wetness and pushed inside me.

“Oh my God,” my sweet human moaned into my neck.

“Yes, Bunny. I am your god. Now be a good disciple and fill me up.”

Nikolai huffed at my words but moved inside me as I commanded.

He worked my ass and rearranged my guts with every sharp thrust.

“Be a good boy, my god, and come first. And hurry up. I’m so close.” He dragged my shirt aside and sank his blunt teeth into my shoulder.

“Bunny!” I gasped and came in my underwear, shuddering with brief discomfort. Then he followed me, burying his cock in my hole. I loved it when he came inside me. His warm release coated my insides, and in his bliss, he rested his weight on me. I would forever hold him up.

“I love you, Bunny.” I sighed and kissed his cheek.

“Love you, too, Jules.” He smiled and met my lips in a sweet kiss. “Let’s get cleaned up, yeah?”

Fifty-six

Nikolai

“Goodmorning,darling,”mymum greeted me with a hug the next morning. “Good morning, Jules.” She flung her arm around his shoulders, too, and squeezed him to her side. “Did you two sleep well?”

She gave us an indulgent smile and then turned around to the stove to make some eggs for breakfast. The table was filled with a selection of meat cuts, cheese, jam, honey, and more heaped on plates or sitting in pots and bowls.

“Yes, thank you, Monika.” Jules blushed beautifully when he addressed her.

“Thanks, Mum. I love the new space.”

When I’d told her about Jules several months ago, she had gone overboard with designing her new guest room. She had gushed, “You can’t possibly sleep in your kids room with your partner, Niko! The bed in there is barely big enough for you anymore.”

God, I love my mum.

“I’m so glad you do! What do you think, Jules? Scrambled eggs?”