Page 97 of Save Me

Laughing, she tugs the sides of my suit jacket, bringing my body to hers. She lifts on her elbows and brushes her lips against mine. “Thank you.”

I move my head from side to side. “Not enough. I’m still not feeling properly thanked.”

She moves a hand from my suit jacket to my chest, down my abs, and cups my already hard cock.

“Fuck,” I hiss when she squeezes.

“Thank you.”

“Still not enough.” I attack her mouth, taking what I want from her.

Her first moan makes my cock jump in her hand.

She lets her free hand run up and down the length of my suit jacket. I move to rip the damn thing off of me, but her hand catches something in my pocket.

She pulls it out and then breaks the kiss. She stares at the lace material in her hand. “Is this …”

I take it from her hand and unravel it.

A few seconds later, her eyes bulge.

“Tell me that is not my ripped panties that you have in your pocket like a damn handkerchief.”

“Do you want me to lie to you, baby?”

“You have not been wearing that all day, have you?”

“Every day.”

She gasps. “What is wrong with you? Is that what you do with all of the panties of mine you rip up?”

“Pretty much.” I capture her lips again. I’m done talking. Yes, I wear her panties in my pocket like a handkerchief. I’ve kept the handkerchief she gave me years ago, but it’s now in one of my private drawers.

Since our first time in New York, I’ve kept a pair close to me throughout the day.

“You’re out of your mind,” she says as I crawl down her body.

I push the shirt she’s wearing above her hips and smile at what I find there. “And you fucking love it,” I growl while spreading her legs so I can see her glistening pussy lips.

“I don’t wear panties because you always rip them.”

“Good, you learn so fast. Let me reward you for your good behavior.” I dive into the pussy that belongs to me like a man who’s been separated from food for weeks.

She always tastes so sweet that my first lick is never enough. It makes me want to devour more of her until neither one of us can breathe—because the orgasm has stolen her breath, and her legs are so tightly wrapped around my shoulders that she’s strangling me.

I don’t mind the loss of oxygen. Hell, I’ll black out if I need to, but there is no other place I’d rather be than in between her legs. Giving her pleasure.

Kennedy’s legs shake and tremble while her hips raise, begging for more. Her juices soak my face and beard as she comes.

I’m climbing back up the length of her body in no time, using one hand to undo the button and zipper of my pants. My dick is an impatient bastard when it comes to this pussy.

“Where are you going?” She almost pleads when I move from the couch.

My answer is to bring her to standing as well. I discard the shirt she’s wearing and toss it over my shoulder.

“Turn around, baby. I want you to see our reflection in the glass while I fuck you,” I growl out.

The aquarium is directly in front of us, and the backlighting illuminates it perfectly, allowing us to make out our reflections.

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