Page 48 of Savage Keepsakes

Opening the dresser, I take a thong and slip it on before reaching for my capri leggings. After putting on a black bra, I grasp a skull tank that is slashed across the back. It’s one of my favourites. Gathering my hair, I snag a scrunchie, piling it on top of my head.

When I turn toward the bathroom to do my makeup, I take in Billy’s outfit.

“Are those flamingos?”

His short-sleeved button down is a somber version of a Hawaiian shirt. Dark blue, but covered in palm leaves and large pink circles.

“Nope, flowers. We got twenty minutes, thirty if you want your friend to think you stood her up.”

I rush to the bathroom and finish getting ready.

Once we’re in the car, I feel nervous, which is silly. I love JoJo, and Billy is a solid person in mylife. The stalker has stayed away since he has been around more.

My attention switches to Billy’s fingers tapping along the car. He wears rings on three of them and sings along with the music. The breeze flows through the Cruze and things seem so fucking perfect.

Glancing out the windshield, I try to absorb all the details, memorizing every single thing—the warmth on my leg from Billy’s hand, the scent of his smokey amber cologne.

Cementing everything in this moment, I know more than anyone that nothing can stay this good. All things will eventually fall apart.

“The voice in your head isn’t yours, nor are they from anyone worth their weight in salt.”

I don’t turn to look at him, but his hand squeezes my thigh until I turn to face him.

“I’m not doing anything,” I say.

“Sure, and my cock isn’t still hard thinking about you drooling all over it later.”

I smile before turning back to my perfect moment.

“Actually, why not do it now?”

I turn and glare at him. He lets go of my leg and puts one hand on the steering wheel, undoing his belt with the other.

“Billy,” I breathe.

“Suck my cock. Make me feel as good as you do right now. Come on, be my perfect little slut.”

Removing my seatbelt, I reposition myself in the front seat and lean into his lap. My mouth hovers over his crown, and I lick swirls around the tip, dancing my tongue over the beads and down his shaft as he groans.

I lower my mouth as far as I can reach. Billy slides his hand into my hair, gripping the tresses as he guides me up and down his length.

“Just like that, so fucking perfect,” he says gruffly.

I inhale quickly, but soon my breathing is cut off as my throat is filled with cock. His hips rise as he continues to drive and comes into my mouth as I swallow.

Billy’s rough growl is all I can hear over the music as he pulls me from him.

With his hand in my hair still, drool covering my chin, he glances at the road before guiding my head to his lips, kissing me fiercely before letting me go.

“Fucking perfect. Damn, Lou. You blow my mind every fucking time.”

Billy works at putting himself away and doing up his pants as he continues to drive to the restaurant. Wetness coats my inner thighs, my thong nothing but a wet piece of fabric.

I pull down the overhead mirror and wipe my face, clearing the tears that always escape when he fucks my mouth.

“I never thought I’d be this lucky, you know.”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

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