Page 77 of Savage Keepsakes

“Don’t care, unless you don’t want me anymore.”

He shuffles behind me and lets go. Billy kneels on his heels, his jeans, and shirt covered in dark stains. The silver mask sits atop his head, his eyes darkening.

“Do you sleep with them?”

“Never. What the fuck, Lou? I told you I’d never touch someone else like that.”

It almost makes the situation tolerable.

I want to bury my head in the sand and block out this side of Billy, pretend that he’s only the man who brings me joy and affection, ignore the fact he is the notorious serial killer they’ve been looking for.

He moves toward me, his hands reaching out to pull me down onto thedamp forest floor.

Billy’s fingers caress my bare shoulders before forcefully removing the fabric over my head. Lowering his head, he releases my breasts from the confines of my bra.

“Billy,” I whisper as my stomach tightens with arousal.

The mask holds my focus as it sits on top of his head. Its grotesque appearance serves as a disturbing metaphor.

His lips cause so much pleasure and his other face stares at me through the empty holes.

He doesn’t stop as his kisses trail down over my tummy, over every stretch mark and scar that covers my skin.

He undoes my shorts and I arch my hips for him to rip them off of me.

“Such a good girl,” he mutters before he spreads my legs. Billy’s tongue dips between my folds. I’m already wet and can’t hide how turned on I am.

My body quivers with need as his fingers enter me, intensifying the pleasure of his tongue on my clit. He fucks me until I’m on the edge of orgasm. The mask captivates me, igniting a wave of desire that spreads like wildfire, tingling across my entire body.

“Roll over. I need to fuck you.” I don’t move as his head lifts from between my knees, and he arches an eyebrow.

“Do you fuck me after you kill?”

“Not every time. It’s actually pretty rare. It’s not whatever you think, okay, Lou? I get this turned on because of you. Every fucking inch of your body drives me mental. Your mind makes my dick hard, for fuck’s sakes.”

With me on all fours, he presses against the side of my thigh, causing me to raise my leg and place his shirt underneath both knees. I am aware of the sweet gesture, and it warms my heart. His hands grip my hips as he slides up and down my slit, my wetness coating him.

He slams into me and I arch my back, tilting my head to the sky as I scream out from being filled.

“Just like that. Milk my cock, my dirty little slut,” he whispers.

Billy’s hands grasp my shoulders. Each thrust sends a jolt of pleasure through my body. We’re so close together.

Every part of my brain is consumed by a primal desire, causing me to shut my eyes and savour the sensation of him filling me.

I float near the edge, digging my nails into the dirt. He pulls away from me and slows his pounding. Only the head of his cock is in me, and I whimper.

“Please don’t stop,” I beg.

“Darlin’, we’re just starting.”

I turn to look over my shoulder.

As he smirks, his eyes take on a wild, feral glint, and he licks his lips. From his pocket, he produces a small knife and runs it along the inside of his arm.

Red liquid drips from his skin and I furrow my brow. I try to move, but the stronghold of his other hand grips my flesh tight, anchoring me in place.

As the crimson liquid trickles down his arm, he takes his fingers to explore my pussy. Using my wetness and the blood, he glides over my backside, dropping the knife. He spreads me open while spitting against me.

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