Page 25 of Rescuing His Forever

“K-Keaton, it’s... I’m...”

He glides his thickness through my folds, holding me by my hips while he continues to worship my breasts. The head of his cock taps my clit just as he bites down on my nipple, and my pussy gushes for him. I hold my breath, waiting for my climax to hit, even though I don’t want this to end yet.

The next thing I know, I’m falling backward, my climax and frustration mounting with no means of release.

“Keaton!” I growl in irritation. “I need to come!” I know I sound whiny and desperate. That’s because I am. So, so desperate. I’m weak with the need to come. I can’t focus on anything else except the ache between my thighs and my trembling muscles.

“Patience, love,” he purrs. Keaton is still standing, watching me squirm while fisting his massive cock. He glides his hand up and down in rough strokes. I’m mesmerized by the motion, so much so that I find the strength to sit up and grab hold of him, mimicking what he’s doing. “Oh fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he groans. I smile, finally feeling like I have the upper hand, so to speak. I lean forward and kiss the tip of his cock, grinning when it twitches. “Christ,” he hisses out.

“My turn,” I murmur in what I hope is a seductive voice.

It must work because he closes his eyes and tips his head back like he’s lost to my touch. I lick the pearl of precum that leaks out of him, moaning at his salty, earthy flavor. Keaton wraps my hair around his fist and draws my head back so I’m looking right at him.

“You want to suck my cock, dirty girl?” he grits out. I nod my head as much as I can and dart my tongue out, flicking it against his throbbing dick. Keaton clenches his jaw, narrowing his eyes at me like he’s considering something. Then, he nods once and pushes me back onto the bed, crawling up next to me and settling on his back. “You can wrap those pretty little lips around me, but I need to taste you while you do.”

“Oh. Um...how?” I know my face is flushed at my stupid question. I want to do everything with him, but I don’t want to disappoint him with my inexperience.

However, one look in his molten eyes puts all doubts and insecurities to rest.

“I forget how fucking innocent you are sometimes. It makes me impossibly hard knowing I get to teach you every goddamn way you can feel pleasure. Now turn around and straddle my face, baby. Ride me while you suck me off.”

“Can we even do that?” I whisper, picturing what he’s talking about. God, it makes me even wetter. I’d do just about anything this man asked me to.

“We can do whatever the hell we want. And right now, I need to clean up your messy little cunt with my tongue.”

I feel my juices drip down my thighs, his filthy words sparking the fire that never went out deep in my core. I scramble to get into position, then hesitate as a wave of vulnerability hits me square in the chest. I feel so much more exposed like this.

Keaton doesn’t let me get stuck in my head for long. He grips my hips and pulls me down, sucking on my pussy and making me cry out. He growls and digs his fingers into my flesh while eating me out in sloppy strokes.

I focus on his massive cock once more, licking and kissing down his shaft before opening my mouth and seeing how much of him I can fit inside.

“Holy shit,” he barks out, tearing his mouth away from my cunt. “That’s it, love, that’s so fucking it.”

I moan at his approval, taking more of him, sucking him down over and over. I reach out and cup his balls, surprised at how hot and heavy he feels in my hand. Keaton makes a tortured sound in the back of his throat and sucks on my clit, hard, before scraping his teeth against the pulsing little button.

I pop off his dick and drag air into my burning lungs. I rest my forehead on his thigh, trying to catch my breath and steady myself. My entire body is trembling, my muscles tense, my pussy throbbing and soaking Keaton’s face as he licks me over and over.

He continues sucking on my clit and circles my entrance with the pad of his thumb before pressing it inside. I slap the mattress with one hand, then ball up my fist, clenching the sheet and twisting it around my fingers.

“Keaton...” I whimper as my hips buck. I can’t stop. I need more. Need him to put me out of my misery.

He hums and shakes his head back and forth, nearly making me collapse. I widen my legs and press my convulsing cunt down on his mouth, not even caring how wanton and slutty that makes me. He did this to me. He drove me to the brink of insanity. Now he needs to throw me over the edge and put me out of my sweet misery.

It’s right there, so close to the surface I can taste it. My long-awaited orgasm claws at my insides the way I’m clawing at the bed, desperate with the need for release.

“Off,” Keaton growls, pushing me to the side.

I land on my back with my legs spread out. Tension wraps itself around my body and pulls every muscle tighter, tighter, tighter, squeezing the air out of my lungs but never letting me find relief.

“No!” I whimper. The need to come is so painful that tears burn the back of my eyes. “Please, please, please...”

Keaton sits up and grabs my hand, guiding it over my quivering pussy lips. He drags my fingers through my soaking slit, making me suck in air when I touch my clit. He grunts and uses my hand to rub furious circles over my swollen bundle of nerves.

I can’t concentrate on anything other than the way my body shrinks in on itself, becoming a tight, compact ball of pressure so dense I feel like I might implode and cease to exist. I draw in a huge breath and feel my heart thud against my ribcage once, twice, three times, and then...

Every ounce of tension releases as my body expands and contracts in waves of shuddering bliss. I sob out my orgasm and try to escape from the intensity of it all, but Keaton doesn’t let me. He holds my hand down on my clit and continues to rub up and down, side to side, and then in slow circles.

“Again. Make yourself come again, Roxy.”

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