Page 160 of Keep Me Never
I reach down, my thumb brushing her cheek, before taking my hand in her hair and tugging her head back gently. She comes willingly, big, blue eyes finding mine. I give in, leaning downto kiss her, slow and deep. The taste of her, the feel of her, it’s everything.
“I’m so hard for you, Angel,” I tell her, and then I show her, pressing against her ass, grinding a bit.
She gasps, her head falling back down, hanging there in my grip, so I let her go, kissing her back.
She reaches back, sneaking her hand between us, freeing me from my boxers, and I groan when she squeezes so I do the same, reaching around sliding my hand down her bottom, into her panties. I go straight to her pussy, cupping her, applying pressure, and she pushes her ass back into me, a soft little cry leaving her.
She shudders beneath my fingers, and I can’t help but smile at the effect I have on her. This is just the beginning.
With my free hand, I grip her wrist, making her release me, and place her palms flat in front of her, my tongue sliding along the shell of her ear. “Hands and knees, baby, and I want that head up.”
She goes instantly, her knees sliding out, winding herself for me without instructions.
I meet her eyes in the mirror and then kiss her cheek. “Don’t look away,” I murmur, my voice low, dangerous. “I want you to watch as I take you.”
Her breath catches, nodding, and god, I want to devour her.
I slide my hand around her waist, gently pulling her back so she can feel the strength of my body, the heat that’s radiating off me. “I’m going to make this so good for us,” I say, my voice dripping with intent.
“Please.”
“You beg so well, Angel,” I praise, my voice rough and low, pushing two fingers inside her without warning.
“God, yes,” she whines, pussy already clenching around my fingers.
My chuckle is wicked and she shivers at the sound. “Already, baby? You want this that bad?”
“Need you,” she gasps, grinding down into my hand.
“Okay, baby. Let me give you what you’re craving.”
I tear my fingers out, pushing my dick between her legs and sliding along her heat. I groan, and she cries some more, those eyes wild when I look up, her gaze locking onto mine.
“You want it rough, slow, hard?” I tease, my voice low and filled with hunger. “I’ll give it to you just the way you crave. Tell me.”
“Yes.”
My smirk is slow. Love when she’s like this. Just gone to the lust.
To the thought of me. The feel of me.
I stroke myself against her, hips thrusting, teasing her entrance but not slipping inside. Her body trembles, her control slipping.
Her head starts to shake, her eyes fluttering, threatening to close as she fights against it. “Chase.”
“You want me to stop?” I whisper, my lips brushing her neck, making her shiver.
“No. I—I want you inside me. Please.” She wiggles her ass, and the tip of my dick lands exactly where she wants it.
Her eyes darken, asking permission.
I run my palm along her spine, pushing her sports bra up so her breasts are free, her nipples hard and aching in the air. “Go ahead, Angel.”
She doesn’t hesitate. She sits back, dropping down on my dick, her greedy pussy sucking it inside until she’s full of me.
“That’s it, baby,” I growl softly. “So good.”
A sharp moan escapes her lips, and I smirk. Her body reacts exactly how I want it to. My fingers trace down her back, making it harder for her to keep herself together. And then I grip her hips, yanking them into me with a hard slap.
