Page 100 of Savage Keepsakes

As she sways past me, I wrap my hand around her waist and guide her to the bedroom.

“Billy?”

“Get on your knees,” I whisper. Letting her go, I unsnap my belt and undo my jeans. Her hands force them down my thighs as she kneels before me.

I stroke my dick until it’s hard and tap her lips until she opens wide.

“That’s my girl,” I grit out.

Lucy’s warm wet tongue snakes along the underside, making me roll my head back, and I grip her hair as I fuck her mouth. Thrusting my cock into her throat, her eyes tear up slightly as she gags around the head.

“Perfect fucking cocksucker.” I grin and pull her off my dick, stroking it with her spit. “On the bed, your choice.”

She gets on all fours, her luscious ass in the air and heavy tits hanging down. I’ve never seen such a fucking beautiful sight.

I waste no time kicking my clothes off and advancing on her. I shimmy between her legs and lie flat beneath her, grasping her hips when I pull down.

“Billy?”

“Be my good little cum slut and sit on my face.”

She hesitates, so I give her no choice as I grip my fingers into her flesh and yank her down. Caressing my mouth over her slit, I explore every inch of her.

Lucy grinds against me until she tenses and her sweet squirt covers my face, dripping into my mouth.

“That was amazing,” she breathes.

When she gets off me, I push her down on her back and get between her legs, placing them over my hips while I thrust into her sopping-wet cunt. Leaning forward, I encircle my hand over her throatand wish I could drown in the way she clamps onto my cock.

“Whose pussy is this?” I ask her.

When her eyes open, she says nothing as her fingers graze my chest before aiming for her clit. I catch her wrist and bring it over her head as I grip her throat tighter.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You,” she moans.

I slide my hand up slightly and run my thumb over her bottom lip. She opens her mouth and I spit.

“Only mine,” I grit out as her body tightens under me.

“Always,” she pants.

“Forever,” I growl and slam into her harder. Her cunt clamps down on my cock as she comes again. “Just like that, don’t fucking stop coming over my dick.”

I kneel back on my heels, cherishing the feel of her skin as I press her legs open. I hold on to her knee while I thrust into her. Dragging my fingers over her slit, I rub until she writhes beneath me.

It’s as if the tightly coiled nerves running through her body snap and her muscles stiffen as she screams out my name. Firmly wound, the pleasure courses through every inch of me and I grip her tighter as I fill her.

“You’re such a good girl,” I whisper.

We situate and soon Lou’s lying on my chest, my arm wrapped around her. The cupcake conditioner fills my nose and I feel like a royal cunt for what I’m going to have to do.

“Goodnight, Billy,” she whispers.

“It’s not nighttime,” I say.

“I’m tired, so I love you.”

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