Page 16 of Keep Me

“And I just want to make sure this night is memorable for all the right reasons.”

I squealed when he pulled me higher against his waist to gain more leverage and carried me down the hallway. “Oh, it will be memorable, alright. What’s your room number? I’ll give you some time, but I’m not leaving you.”

I sighed, dropping my forehead onto his shoulder. I really didn’t want to go to my room without him anyway.

“Four, two, one.”

“Perfect. The night has only just begun.”

Chapter 4

Britt squealed when I dropped her onto the white fluffy bed, and clawed at my shirt as I crawled over her. Popping the buttons with ease, she dipped her hand under the shirt and ran her long nails across my chest, leaving marks all the way down to my pants.

So damn hot.

When her hands reached my belt, I thought my dick might break through the zipper of my pants. It had been rock-hard for the better part of two hours, and having her under me toying with my chest wasn’t helping matters.

“Your body is insane,” she said, taking my chest in with awe and unbuckling my belt.

“Ditto.”

“You haven’t seen me yet.” She grabbed my bow tie, the single thing keeping my shirt together, and pulled me down so I could kiss her. I took her bottom lip between my teeth, pulling it before letting it go.

When she unzipped my pants, her feet tugged at the fabric at my thighs.

“What are you doing?” I asked before kissing her chin and making my way down her neck; something I still couldn’t believe I was allowed to do.

“Trying to get these stupid things off.” She tugged at my pants one more time.

Tired of waiting, I brushed her hands away and shoved them as far down my legs as I could while holding myself over Britt.

Realizing it was an impossible task, I reluctantly stood and undressed, then paused in my boxers at the sight of Britt.

I wanted to laugh. This moment didn’t feel real. It was, though, which meant I was the luckiest motherfucker alive.

Britt’s elbows propped her up, and her legs were opened so wide, the only thing covering her from me was that flimsy little blue dress. The one I planned on ripping off if she didn’t remove it herself soon.

What a fucking cock tease.

Britt made a little plea, and as she wiggled her hips, more of her flesh started to show. Without thinking, I dropped to my knees between her thighs.

“Matty?” she said with a shaky, heavy breath. “W-what are you doing?”

I grabbed hold of her ankles, draping her legs over my shoulders and tugging her to the end of the bed.

“Something I’ve been thinking about since the first day I met you.”

She took in a sharp breath as her dress fell to the sides, exposing her bare pussy. No underwear? Un-fucking-real.

Did she take them off in the bathroom?

I wanted to torture her by kissing every inch of her skin before I dared to lavish her clit with any attention, but her swollen, already wet center threw those plans out the window.

She tried to close her legs, which was hard to do since I was between them staring at her core like it might disappear.

I bent down in what was supposed to be a quick kiss to her clit, but it turned into a full-blown make-out session with her pussy. She was so wet and tasted better than I imagined, so I couldn’t help myself.

“Matty,” Britt cried out, falling back before threading her hands through my hair and tugging me away. Her breathy moan sounded a lot like annoyance as I followed her lead.

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