Page 110 of Savage Keepsakes

“Never again. You’re always mine. I told you that.”

Despite her efforts to move me away, I refuse to release my grip. Shoving my hand between her thighs, I roughly push her to open for me.

“Billy, we should talk.”

I ignore the words, not able to do any more time without her.

While staying hidden, I’ve had abundant time for reflection, and the mere thought of talking makes me angry. I long to feel the electricity of her body responding to mine, her touch awakening me from my numbness.

With a swift motion, I retrieve my knife and open it, using it to remove her panties. The audible gasp sends shivers down my spine. I trace the blade over her thighs and when she squeezes them shut, I stare up at her.

Arching my brow, I tilt my head, waiting for her response. She lets out a whimper before finally relaxing.

“That’s better. Don’t forget who this cunt belongs to.”

The knife slips from my hand and I rise to my knees, determined to savour every sensation as I open her up. Inhaling her sweet scent, I bury my face between her legs and lick her slit.

I can taste her arousal as I slide my tongue between her folds. Sucking her clit, I slip two fingers inside, fucking her as her gasps and moans consume me.

“Fuck, Billy,” she utters, and soon gushes over my mouth. Her juices run down my arm.

“Good girl,” I whisper.

Grabbing the blade, I stand up. Running my fingers over her face and shoving them into her mouth, I don’t tell her what to do and she cleans me so perfectly.

“Turn around,” I growl.

Undoing the buttons on my pants, I pull out my hard cock and slap it against her glorious ass. I’ve missed every inch of her body.

With a firm grip, I hold her hands above her head, teasingly sliding my tip along her slick entrance, drenching myself in her wetness. I press against her pussy and thrust into her.

Lou’s cunt grips me, and I bite her shoulder.

“Holy fuck, darlin’,” I moan into her neck.

As she squirms beneath me, I tighten my grasp on her wrists, unwilling to release her.

I pull out and slam into her as my other hand wraps around her throat.

She wiggles her hands out of my grip before reaching behind her back to run her nails over my stomach.

Clutching her arms, I pull them back and drive into her with more force. It’s like her cunt is choking the life out of my cock and I know I will not last long.

I pull out as her arms slip from my grasp.

With a forceful grip on her throat, I push her down onto the ground. Once she’s on her back, I lower between her legs and put them over my hips. Bending backward, I reach for the blade, my fingertips grazing its cold handle.

“Fuck, Billy, make me come all over your cock,” she begs.

With the knife pressed against her throat, I bring her to the edge of pleasure, my fingers dancing over her clit.

Sliding into her, my dick throbs over the terror in her eyes, and I know keeping her is my only option.

The only way I’ll survive is by finding new ways to infuse fear and desire into her expression. With each thrust, she clenches around me, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm.

I pull out of her and crawl beside her head, jerking my cock with one hand and looking down into her eyes. She opens her perfect mouth and I fill it with all my come.

I fold up the knife and put it away. Gripping her chin tightly, I passionately kiss her as her dazed eyes meet mine.

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