Page 49 of Keeper

Come again?

“What was that? Pee on you? That’s not really my thing, beautiful, but if you really want me t—”

“I said peony, you weirdo,” she laughs, and god, it makes her pussy clench. “I clearly need a new one, so pineapple.”

I can’t help but smile. “You loved my cum that much, huh? Okay, pineapple it is. I’m going to wrap this around your throat, little keeper.”

“Wait.” She stiffens, fists curling into the sheets. “You...”

Shit. I snapped two necks in front of her. It would be easy with this, too. No wonder she’s hesitant.

“I’m going to need a little trust, Sullivan. I know that’s asking a lot, but I will not hurt you.”

I can’t. Not anymore.

It’s a shame I can’t see her eyes and the vulnerability there as she nods. “Okay, Dray. I do. I trust you.”

“Thank you. I won’t fuck that up.”

And I mean it. I’m a bastard that’s taken more lives than I want to admit. I’ve lied, stolen, broken hearts, but one thing I won’t do is take advantage of her trust.

I wrap it around and tug it back, waiting for her to mutter the one word that would stop this, but she doesn’t. Something tells me she won’t.

Wrapping it around my wrist, I use my other hand to keep her steady and begin moving, fucking into her teasingly slow and deep so she can get used to her back being bowed at this angle, and she adjusts almost too quickly.

Beautiful little cockslut.

She rocks back, rolling her hips and moaning my name. Not Theo’s, not Jake’s, not Alexander’s. Mine.

The things that does to me.

Unable to hold back, I start fucking her harder, the anger about the fact that she’ll never fully be mine showing with each powerful thrust. “Say. It. Again.”

She chokes, gripping the sheets tighter. Then I hear it. A sultry little whisper, barely audible over the sound of my hips slamming against her ass. “Dray.”

God, it’s better than any music, any song that’s ever blessed my ungrateful ears, but for this one thing I am grateful. I’m grateful I’m the bastard and not the prince, grateful I’m alone the one she sings for. She’ll wear his ring for now, but I’m the one she will long for. Not him. Never him.

“Sounds so fucking good leaving your lips, woman. You know exactly who’s ruining you.”

I slap down on her ass and tug back a little more, growling at the way it makes her pussy wetter. Slippery little cunt nearly gets away from me, but I’ve got her trapped. She’s stuck here, between me and my belt, right where I want her.

“Draven, fuck— fuck me harder.”

My fingers dig into her skin as I oblige, railing her so hard I find myself wondering if she can breathe at all, but it feels too damn good to stop. Good thing she’s strong. “Come on my cock, little whore. Show me how much you love being used.”

“Yes, Dray.” Her hand flies up between her thighs to rub her clit, and the way she shakes for me with that orgasm has my cock pulsing.

I wanted her to come without clit stimulation, but that’s a lesson I’ll take my time for. She feels too damn good to stop now. “Good fucking girl. You want me to fill this pussy again?”

I fuck her even harder, tug her back even further until she’s whimpering and squeezing my cock like a vice grip. “Please,” she begs. “I need more. Give me more.”

Poor baby’s in heat, and it’s my cum she’s begging for. It’s a miracle I hold off long enough to say anything at all, but I manage to grunt out an “I’m gonna come” before I slam deep inside of her and flood her pussy some more.

It’ll never be enough. I’ve always had bigger loads than most, but the way she milks my cock like she’s dying for it tells me it’ll never be enough.

Fuck, that’s hot.

“You feel that, little keeper? Feel what you do to me?”

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