Page 53 of Savage Keepsakes

“Jesus Christ, you are everything,” I tell her.

I kiss her forehead before popping off the bed and grabbing her hand. I lead her to the bathroom and then head down to the kitchen to grab two glasses of water and walk back up the stairs.

Walking to the bed together, she grabs one of my band tees from the floor and slips it on. I hand her the glass of water. She avoids eye contact with me, becoming a hollow shell after sex.

“Lou, what’re you doing?”

“I just, the things we do—” she starts.

“No, this has never been about you. Unfortunately, you’ve been with the wrong fucking people. Anyone who’d deny you what you want is a fucking idiot. We’re not incomplete individuals searching for our other halves. We’re complete entities seeking the wild souls that resonate with ours, and I believe we blend beautifully.” Curling behind her, I hold her tightly against me.

“I love you. I’m sure it’s too soon or some shit, but I do, Billy.”

“Darlin’, I’ve always loved you.”

As she melts into my embrace, I hold her until she falls asleep. When she rolls away, settling her hand under the pillow, I slip out from under the sheet and pull the blanket over her.

Grabbing a pair of ripped-up work pants, I pull a shirt over my head. I pocket my phone and, with a quick glance at her, make my way out to the barn.

“Manhood? Seriously?” I glance up from her laptop.

Lucy’s lips are pressed into a thin line, and she covers her mouth.

“It’s hard,” she whispers.

“Certainly not when you refer to it as manhood.” I look at her like she’s the lunatic.

She takes the laptop back and glares down at the screen, as if it’ll change her lame words.

I unsnap my belt, dragging the zipper down before pulling out my dick.

“What’re you doing?” She asks, but I ignore her, staring into her eyes while I stroke myself to hardness. “Billy!”

“Does this look like my hard manhood?” I arch an eyebrow and relax against the back of the porch swing.

She grins and shakes her head, and as her hand moves to close the laptop, I stop her.

“No, here. Describe it in the document. Wouldn’t want you to be confused.”

She clicks away, and I continue to stroke, observing her dedication.

“You’re insane.” She closes the computer and pulls her feet from under her to stand. I laugh, because she’s got no fucking idea. I grip her ankle before she can get up. “Billy!”

I catch her before she falls with one arm and stretch my legs further apart, waiting for her.

“Come on cum slut, I know you want to suck my hard manhood.” I bite the inside of my lip to stop the grin that threatens to spread.

“You’ve made your point,” she says as she wriggles out of my grasp, then runs inside. My heart races with anticipation. I rise and pull up my pants as I stride into the house.

Slipping up the stairs, I see her putting away the laptop and wait for her in the hall. When she rounds the door straight into my chest, I stare down at her and arch an eyebrow.

“Darlin’.”

Her face flushes as she backs up, her gaze trailing over my body. I snap my fingers to the floor, and she kneels. I undo my pants and she pulls out my cock. Her soft hand strokes me and I look down into those perfect eyes.

“Suck,” I whisper.

Lou’s plump lips wrap around the tip as she slides her mouth up and down the length. Her long nails scrape against the bottom of my dick, and I roll my eyes back into my head.

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