Page 55 of Keeper

As much as I want to take this slow and really enjoy it, I can’t. Alex could come back any minute or someone else could interrupt looking for him, so I undress my future brother-in-law quickly and suck his cock into my mouth.

“Fuuuck,” he groans, his hand moving to rest on my head. “You always suck me so damn good. You’re already wet for me, aren’t you? I can tell by the way you choke on me.”

Always. I’m always, always wet for him, even when I’m listening to Ephraim drone on or watching Alex fail to live up to his potential. Even the shortcomings of other men can’t stop the way I feel about him.

My body, I mean.

How my body feels about him.

Pulling up, I drag my tongue across his shaft then trail kisses over his stomach as I get closer to his face. I tease him a little, stopping just shy of kissing his lips, flicking my tongue out over his teeth as I drag my soaking pussy over his cock.

Maybe I can take a little time.

Draven bites his lip, the grip on my hips painful as he fights himself from rolling us both over and simply taking what he needs. “Trying to kill me, huh?” He huffs. “Give me what’s mine, woman. That soaking pussy is weeping for me.”

“Patience, Dray.” I reach between us, gripping his cock and stroking slowly. I want him desperate and falling apart by the time I’m done. “You want my pussy?” I slap the head against my clit, then slip it inside myself just for a second. Just long enough to tease us both. “Say it.”

“Sullivan, I don’t just want your pussy,” he growls out, eyes boring into mine. “I need it the way an addict needs his next fix, in a way that makes men burn empires to the fucking ground. I. Need. You.”

Yeah, that’ll do. Kissing him fiercely, I sink down again and roll my hips, taking him deeper until he’s fully seated inside me. I get it, where’s he’s coming from. It doesn’t feel like enough. Not deep enough, not fast enough, not hard enough no matter how I move. I still somehow need more of him, and he needs more of me.

But fuck does it feel good to chase it. Sitting up, I shiver when my hair cascades down my bare back and plant my hands on his chest, letting him see me as I move.

“You’re so beautiful, my little keeper. Beautiful and mine, and if you weren’t already pregnant with my baby I’d get you pregnant right now.”

I hear what he’s really saying. He’s saying he doesn’t regret this. Even with all the odds stacked against us, he would choose this all over again. He’d choose me.

Little keeper means something different now.

“Me too.” It’s inadequate in the face of what he said, but it’s all I’ve got right now. I hope he understands anyway.

Leaning down, I catch him in a messy, frantic kiss as my hips bounce and his cock rubs all the right spots.

It makes him growl, his hips rutting up to meet mine in a perfect rhythm, and when he speaks again I feel myself getting closer to the edge. “My perfect little slut has been so horny, hasn’t she?”

“Always,” I admit, resting my forehead against his as I feel my orgasm building. I’m so fucking wet I can hear it every time we move, every time he bottoms out and we start again.

Sloppy little slut.

His sloppy little slut.

“Show me,” he grunts. “Show me you’re my little slut. Come on my cock without touching that pretty clit.”

What?

Fuck.

I hate disappointing my partners, but I can’t. I can get close, sure, but tipping over? Actually getting the release? I can’t do it without clit stimulation. It causes my movements to falter and we lose rhythm that I desperately try to get back.

I can do this.

I can do this for him.

Closing my eyes, I focus on the way he feels inside me, how big he is and how much he fills me up. The slight burn, the beautiful stretch, the pressure against every inch. It feels good. So, so fucking good, but it still feels out of reach.

“Look at me.” His hand flies up to grip my throat so I have nowhere to run, that wicked grin on his face doing more for me than any other man before him. “Who do you love to please?”

“You,” I breathe. “You, Dray.”

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