Page 60 of The Keeper

I groaned, pumping harder. All of her is right in front of me. Kneeling and waiting and watching and parting those lips and…

I stopped and pushed the ottoman away with my foot.

“Kneel here,” I rasped.

I made the mistake of assuming she’d crawl over to me. But no. Not her.

She stood and walked to me, standing between my legs. I fucking loved this push and pull. I hooked a finger into the front of her panties and pulled it down so I could see the smooth rise of her pubic bone. I needed a taste. Even with my cock jutting up between us hard as steel and begging for relief I needed to taste her.

I pulled the lace down more and leaned forward. Her soft bud of flesh was visible, begging to be licked. I flattened my tongue on it and licked up slowly. Fuck me. That taste was everything. Clean and feminine and designed to drive men like me insane.

So I tasted again.

Hearing her soft moan made my dick twitch. I leaned back in the chair.

“Will you show me what you wanted to do in the taxi?”

She nodded.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes.”

“Would you have knelt in front of me in there on the dirty floor?”

“Yes.”

The corner of her mouth ticked up as she lowered herself to her knees. I’ve never been harder than this in my life. Never.

I reclined on my elbow again, returning one hand to my hair. The other fisted by my thigh.

“Dirty princess?”

She looked up at me.

“Show me what I missed out on.”

A full smile. One that screamed smart ass comebacks and the complete desertion of all self-imposed bullshit policies about fucking pro-athletes.

She ran her nails along my thighs and flicked her tongue on my dick before looking me in the eye and wrapping her lips around it. Then she slid her mouth down, her tongue flat and warm and so fucking soft on my concrete shaft.

“Oh shit,” I hissed.

That felt good.

Holy fuck that felt good.

I watched her head bob up and down in a sea of red waves. Exquisite. Threading my fingers through her hair, I gathered it to the side so I could see her face. The blush on her cheeks. The way her eyelashes fluttered.

Watching her was hypnotic. Feeling her was heaven. I’m enthralled and I can’t explain it. I don’t want to explain it. I only wanted to feel her mouth and tongue and teeth while she worshipped me.

With a growl, I thrust my hips up, filling her to the back of her throat. I had to.

She swallowed against me. Her throat squeezed the head of my cock and her tongue pressed on the shaft.

“Christ,” I muttered, thrusting into her throat again, and then again. When she swallowed against me this time I lost it.

I shot my load in her mouth so hard I clutched the arms of the chair. She swallowed all of my seed down without hesitation, swirling her tongue around my pulsing length, sucking slowly, coaxing every last drop out of me.

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