Page 47 of Savage Keepsakes

I struggle against his hold, using the hoodie to cover the front of my body. He lets go of my wrist and yanks the fabric from my hands, his grip on my chin tightening as he lowers his lips to mine.

“You can’t kiss away bad moods,” I say.

Billy drops his hand from me, but before I can move, they wrap around my hips and he lifts me to sit on the counter.

“What’re you doing? We’re going to be late!”

“Sure, but the scowl on your face will be replaced with that gorgeous fucking smile.”

I scrunch up my expression even harder. “You don’t like my face unless it’s smiling? How mannish of you.”

I push my feet against his chest, determined to move him out of my way. At this rate, I will leave him here while I go to dinner.

He moves my ankles to the top of his shoulders, and a wicked smile grows.

“Did I say that?”

I’m squished up on the countertop beside the sink, my gaze travelling down the front of him.

His tattooed hands grip the inside of my legs, and he pulls me further down over the cold marble.

Billy’s towel drops, and his hard cock juts out from his body. His warm touch moves from my thighs to my shaved pussy. He glances down, drinking me in like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever seen.

“Billy!”

“I love all your expressions, but I especially love this one.”

I squint at him, unable to move, and he runs his thumb over my clit, making my eyelids flutter.

“Exactly,” he whispers.

Billy leans down and draws his tongue over my slit. My core clenches, needing him to take me. As I look up at his face, his focus doesn’t leave my cunt.

He spits again, mixing with my juices. I’m going to be a wet mess. He grips the base of his dick and slides it along my slit, but only teases. I leverage my hips up against him, wanting his cock, but he only laughs.

“Darlin’, you’re gonna squirt for me.”

I shake my head. I am not close enough to get anywhere near that.

Billy’s fingers enter me, rubbing against my G-spot. He lowers his body to latch onto my clit. With my legs bent against my chest, I am wide open for him.

He plays until the nerves race through my body before adding another digit. I scream out as he rubs against my slit until the squirt gushes out over his hand.

He pulls away, licking his lips as he smiles and arches his eyebrow. Holding up a black painted fingernail, he slinks out of the room. When he returns, his eyes darken, and in his palm is a silver butt plug with a green gemstone.

“You’re gonna wear this for dinner,” he says.

Billy pulls out a bottle and slides his fingers into my ass before he inserts it. We’ve been playing with it for the last few mornings, and I’ve gotten used to it, although I don’t know that I’ll ever be prepared for his dick.

“Ready?” He winks at me before grabbing the towels from the floor and hanging them back up. His hard cock rests against his lower stomach.

“Eyes are still up here, Lou.”

I hop off the counter and walk toward the door. The butt plug is all I can feel now that the aftershocks have worn off.

“What about you?” I ask when we enter the bedroom.

He pulls on grey jeans, his studded belt, and a button down. “I’ll worry about that. Get ready.”

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