Page 82 of Savage Keepsakes

“Oh Lou, what game are we playing?” I say in a sing-song voice.

Tensing, I listen for her footsteps but am met with silence. I creep through the main floor, but she’s not here. When I reach the front porch, the cool breeze slips over my body but does nothing to lessen my throbbing dick.

If she wants me to chase her, I have no problem, but I find her sitting on the porch swing.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you on this, but I didn’t want to break it.”

Walking toward her, I raise an eyebrow, expressing my curiosity. Standing in front of her, I stroke my dick, looking down into her shirt, those luscious tits always on my mind.

Her lips glisten with moisture as she wets them, the sight alone making me let out an involuntary groan.

Taking a fistful of hair, I bring her head forward and slide into her wet, hot mouth. The suction over my cock is divine, and I roll my eyes back.

Lucy’s long nails run over my stomach while I fuck her face. She pulls away and I snap open my lids to watch.

Her tongue snakes out and curls around the head while her fist jerks me. When she looks up, her pert nose, lust-filled eyes and layer of freckles does me in and I rip out of her mouth.

“Up. Let’s go.” I clutch her hand and pull her off the swing.

She giggles, but follows me to the front door. I turn and grab her by the throat, slamming her against the wooden panelling.

Lowering my face to hers, I’m inches away and her light panting drives me fucking crazy. I kiss her and when her mouth opens, I caress her tongue with mine.

The sensation of her nails in my hair sends shivers down my spine, adding to the intensity of themoment. I feel an insatiable desire for her, like I can never get my fill.

I kneel in front of her, running my hands over her skin, and rip down the leggings she’s wearing. Placing her thigh on my shoulder, she’s already fucking soaked for me. I run my fingers over her slit.

Pressing my lips against her, I flatten my tongue and lick up all her juices, tasting her sweet essence. I don’t stop until she cries out and I back away.

I twirl my fingers and she moves around, pressed against the house.

“You’re so fucking good,” I whisper and stand, pressing myself against her.

I slide into her from behind, feeling her tightness gripping me. I let out a growl while penetrating her hot cunt. But it’s not enough.

I grip her arms and turn her to face me. “You are my slut, right?” I cock an eyebrow before grasping her and picking her up, her loud gasp in surprise before I drop her down on my cock.

“My pussy, right? I own this?” I say as I slam into her.

“Yes,” she whimpers.

“What?”

“You own me, Billy. I’m only yours,” she screams.

Overwhelmed by her words, I increase the intensity of my movements, savouring the taste of sweat trickling down her neck.

As she reaches her peak, I bite down on her shoulder when she tightens around me, which elicits a deep groan from me as I release into her.

Holding her close, I experience her warmth against my body. Before I set her down, I kiss her forehead.

“I love you Lou.”

“I love you too.”

“Wanna go do laundry?” I ask, looking around her room as we change. I need to get my trunk of clothes to my place.

“Laundry…Big date night?” she teases.

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