Page 164 of Zero Chance

“I’m so glad you like sex as much as I do,” he rumbled before pressing his mouth to my stomach, making the muscles there flutter with awareness as he worked his way up.

Sighing in pleasure, I let my head fall back as I buried my fingers in his hair and enjoyed the worship of his mouth.And I had to agree.I was damn glad I’d ended up liking sex too.

It could’ve easily gone the other way.No one would’ve blamed me if I’d ended up hating it and becoming a celibate spinster who never opened her legs again.

But Keene had a way of stirring up my inner hussy, and I very much appreciated that.

Gripping his shoulders as he licked his way across the top edge of my bra, I shifted under him restlessly, eager for what I knew was to come.

He took his time, though, savoring every inch of flesh.

“Have I told you just how much I love these breasts?”he asked as he tugged the cups down to expose them completely.“They’re so pert and mighty.”

Snorting out a laugh because only Keene could make a person laugh while they were going up in sensual flames, I repeated, “Mighty?”

“Yeah,” he answered huskily, licking his lips as he studied the twins, silently debating which one to suck on first.“They’re very robust, always lifted proudly at full attention whenever I’m around.I think they like me.”

He dipped and experimentally licked one nipple.I moaned and arched my back.

Pulling back, Keene grinned.“And these nips.Don’t get me started on your nipples.Best fucking nipples I ever tasted.Nothing makes my dick as hard as your nipples.”

He went back in and devoured them by sucking and licking until I was sobbing and begging, tugging on his shoulders to get him to move on before I blew.

When he stubbornly kept lavishing my breasts, I reached between my legs myself, needing relief like nothing I’d ever experienced before.I swear, I could feel my heartbeat throbbing through my ovaries.I was swollen and ready for action.Wetness smeared the inside of my panties with every twitch of my hips.

Crying foul when he realized what I intended, Keene caught my wrist and finally lifted his face from my chest.

“Uh,excuseme?”he demanded, his lips bright and swollen from how long he’d been revering my breasts.“That’s myjob, sweetheart.Especially when I’m right fucking here.Hands off.”

I growled, frustrated and horny, my hips rising shamelessly toward him.“Then do your fucking job.”

His eyebrows shot up in surprise.“Well, now,” he murmured, clearly pleased by the state of mindless arousal he’d worked me into.“Patience is really a virtue you should?—”

“Keene,” I snarled, reaching up with both hands to grip his face savagely.“You will eat my pussy until I scream your name.And then pound your cock into me until you screammine.Right now.You got it?”

He loved it whenever I gave orders in the bedroom, and when his eyes darkened with passion, I knew this time was no different.

“Yes, Mistress,” he whispered and immediately peeled my panties down my legs.

37

WAVERLY

An hour later, it wasn’t even eight o’clock yet, and Keene and I had thoroughly debauched each other more than once.As he left the room to dispose of his condom in the bathroom with the promise to bring me back a warm wet cloth, I lounged on his bed, picking up my phone and practicing a little Swedish on Duolingo while I waited.

When he returned, cloth in hand, my phone had just dinged with a right answer, and Keene tipped his head in question, silently asking me what I was doing.

“Just learning a new language,” I answered, my face heating with embarrassment as I tried to put the phone away.

But he plopped down next to me, looking interested.Hitching his chin toward the phone, he said, “Which language?”

Instead of handing the cloth to me, he reached between my legs to press it against me himself.I sucked in a breath from the sheer intimacy of it, my gaze shooting to his as he let the heat from the cloth soothe the sting.

He stared back at me, and my lips parted as my breath heaved.But he was just so freaking beautiful.His eyes were beautiful.His lips.His eyelashes.And the fact that he wanted to attend to me after sex was beautiful too.

“Waverly,” he said, his voice husky.“Which language are you learning?”

Language?How the fuck should I know?He was beautiful, and that’s all that mattered.

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