Page 67 of Savage Keepsakes

As soon as I reach for the light switch, he grabs my hand, stopping me from turning it off. His fingers touch my face, gripping my chin.

“Where’d my confident queen go?”

“I’m barely a queen,” I mutter. Stepping back from him, I wiggle out of the boy shorts.

He advances on me, pulling his shirt over his head and tousling his hair. “I’m sorry, but did I hear you doubt yourself?”

Pressed against me, his body ignites a primal craving that drowns out any words I could utter.

I glance up at him, his hands cupping my face before running through my tresses and gripping me tightly. And I savour the demand of it. His mouth lowers to my neck, the wetness of his tongue running over my skin igniting desire.

Billy’s other hand glides over the fabric of my shirt. As he pinches my nipple, his low growl reverberates in my ear. “Why are you second-guessing yourself?”

I shake my head and yank off my shirt.

“That’s it, don’t hide from me, darlin’,” he whispers.

Billy kneels before me. I place one hand on the wall, feeling his touch press against my stomach, anchoring me in position as he guides my legs apart.

His tongue glides along the sensitive folds, sending shivers down my spine. He teases my clit with his mouth before breaking away and standing up in front of me.

“This pussy is mine,” he says in a gritty whisper. His fingers continue to fuck me. He takes a nipple in his grasp, working his way up my neck and holding the back of my head as his lips find mine.

All I can do is moan, panting as he fucks me towards my first orgasm.

“Come all over my hand for me.”

He pulls away from me and lowers his joggers. His head dips down for a kiss. He removes his fingers from me and forcefully puts them in my mouth, making me taste myself on him.

As he lifts a leg, he grinds his cock against my wet entrance, causing me to clutch at his shoulders for support.

“Drench my cock, darlin’. You’re gonna need it for what I have planned tonight.”

He slams into me, and I lose control as my knees weaken and the waves of pleasure run through my body. Holding onto him, I grind against nothing until his fingers reach me and rub faster.

I squirt, and it runs down my legs to the floor. When I stare into his eyes, they have a sly look in them.

“Lick it up,” he demands.

I lower myself to clean the floor of my own come. When I kneel back on my heels, he strokes his cock beside me.

“Such a good fucking slut. God, you’re perfect.”

I bite my lip, watching as his hand strokes his hard length.

“Open your mouth,” he says and advances on me. His one hand rests on the door behind us, the other in my tresses as he slides into the back of my throat.

I stare up at him, tears leaking out of the corner of my eyes as his dick fills my mouth. Billy’s eyesare closed, and he uses me like his own personal flesh-light.

There is something about him doing this that is satisfying and makes me needy. I splay my legs and raise my hands to run my nails over his thighs and Billy growls.

“Such a good cum slut. You love choking on my cock, don’t you?”

As he pulls out, I let out a small whimper. He extends his hand and helps me up. Then he twirls me around as if we are dancing before leaning in for a tender kiss.

Quickly, he grasps my throat and pushes me backward until the bed hits the back of my knees and I fall.

In an instant, he’s between my legs, gripping my thighs as he sinks his cock into me.

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