Page 86 of Savage Keepsakes

“I can do that. Let this cook for a bit and then I’ll shower.”

I clean up the supplies and pull the gloves off. “Want a PB&J for dinner?” I ask jokingly.

“Fuck yes,” he says.

I grin and head down to the main floor. Being with Billy gives me things I’d only ever dreamed about growing up. Someone who listens to you is a different type of relationship. The years I spent hoping anyone would care about me have been granted in a twisted way.

With the bread, peanut butter, and jam in hand, I make my way to the counter, ready to create sandwiches.

His strides echo through the hushed house as he descends the stairs and grabs his plate. The scent of Billy’s go-to soap hangs in the air as water trickles down from his bleach-blonde hair. Before heading toward the table, he steals a quick kiss, catching my lips with his.

When I sit down with him, I watch him flick through his phone and take a bite out of the sandwich.

“How have your sales been?” I ask with a mouthful of food.

“You're a goober, but pretty good. Sold out of everything. Just updating with an away-for-now message.”

The fact that human beings are being used and appreciated worldwide is a creepy thought, but I cannot deny my pride in his accomplishments and how well he has done for himself.

“Won’t you need more products soon?” I look at my sandwich and eat the rest of the half.

“I told you, I can cut back because I’d rather have you.”

“It’s not fair to change for me,” I mumble. Picking up the other half, I lock eyes with him.

“Don’t make me flip this fucking table. You know I’d do anything for you.” His eyebrow raises, and he finishes his sandwich.

He gets up to put his plate in the sink.

“Isn’t it like a disorder?” I ask, peeling off the crust from the bread.

An infectious laugh fills the room.

“Fuck if I know, Lou. You sure liked it when I chased you and fucked you in the forest. Maybe that’s enough fear for me.”

He picks me up, setting me on the counter before situating himself between my legs. Forcefully ripping my leggings off, he nonchalantly throws the tattered pieces behind him.

“Billy!”

He only grins wickedly.

His tongue encircles my clit. I arch my hips, needing more, but he takes his time worshipping every inch. As his thick fingers enter me, I clench around them and he moans against my clit.

The vibrations ripple through my body, causing my muscles to coil like a spring, ready to snap at any moment.

Billy pulls back and leans over me to the big utensil container. His grin widens as he plucks a spatula out and slides the handle into me, fucking me with it, his skilled tongue bringing me to the brink of ecstasy. I teeter on the edge, my body trembling with anticipation before he withdraws.

“Lick it clean, darlin’,” he whispers.

He holds the spatula up to my mouth and I do as asked, tasting myself over the handle.

He grips the outline of his dick through his pants.

“Fucking Christ, I need you,” he says before lifting me off the counter.

His fingers lock with mine as he drags me up the stairs. I get onto the bed, and he digs in the nightstand’s drawer, pulling out the dildo and a bottle of lube.

I lie on my back and look up at him, nervous but soaked.

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