Page 39 of Savage Keepsakes

As his thumb brushes my bottom lip, he leans over, playfully bumping into my shoulder as he lowers his hand.

He lifts his shirt over his head, and I watch him, entranced by his lanky, muscular frame. A trail of body hair dips under his ripped jeans.

“Eyes up here,” he teases.

My gaze traces over the intricate designs lining his chest and the colourful flowers on his neck just below his jaw.

“I never thought someone like you would want me,” I mutter.

He tosses the sheet to the opposite side, creating a messy tangle of fabric. Kneeling back on his heels, he tilts his head. “Someone like what?”

“You’re older—basically my uncle—and, well, I’m not everyone’s cup of tea.” I twist my fingers, staring at the messed-up sheets.

Billy arches an eyebrow. He wets his lips before undoing his jeans.

“We’re not related. I’ve only been around since you were a teenager, and I swear I didn’t even look at you till you were in your twenties.”

He raises his tattooed hand to his forehead and then salutes me, which makes me break out into giggles.

“But—” I start.

“But nothing, darlin’. Age ain’t nothing but a number, and you’re the exact order I crave.”

He grabs my ankles and spreads me. “You’re a greedy slut, aren’t you?” He smiles wickedly before sliding between my legs.

Billy nips my inner thighs, his fingers open, and he groans as he flattens his tongue against my clit. It vibrates through my body as I tug at my nipples. He’s rough as his hands grip my thigh, pushing my leg up higher.

I grip the sheets. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced, and the edge of my orgasm dances in front of my eyes. My core tightens, but when Billy thrusts two fingers into me, I lose all control.

Arching my hips to meet his touch, I gyrate against his face until he presses me down. He adds another finger and sucks my clit harder. Within moments, I’m gushing around his hand.

“Holy shit,” I utter.

“Didn’t know you could do that, eh?” he says as he pulls away from me, licking my juices off his fingers.

Billy jumps off the bed and walks over to the other side. Slipping off his jeans, he reveals a bigger cock than I expected.

He snaps his fingers and points to the edge of the mattress. I move to the spot and lay on my back.

“Perfect. I know we’re gonna have a lot of fun, Lou.”

I wrap my hand around his cock and feel metal. Four beads poke out under the head, and I can’t wait to feel it in my pussy.

“Cool, eh? It’s called a magic cross.”

He stands above me, spitting in his hand as he strokes himself before lowering and tapping my lips with his tip.

I open my mouth as he slips inside, the beads scraping along my cheek as he glides down my throat. He kneads my breasts and ravishes my mouth, using me as a toy for his desire.

Tears spill from the corners of my eyes, but I attempt to push him away.

Billy holds my head for a couple of seconds as he pulls himself out of my mouth. “Fuck, you’re a perfect cocksleeve.”

Drool runs down my chin, and he slaps his dick across my face.

“Ass up. I wanna watch it jiggle.”

I flip over to get on all fours, the demanding tone he uses setting me at ease. His warmhands slide over my wide hips and pull me open, and he gradually slips into my pussy.

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