Page 61 of The Keeper

The sensation was too much. She was too much and not enough and just right all rolled into one beautiful package. My breath left me in a rush when I pulled her lips off me.

Staring down at her absolutely fucking shredded me. Swollen, used lips. Smudged mascara. Eyes wide and glassy, shining like emeralds. Her flushed skin gleamed faintly with sweat. Seeing her like this, on her knees, vulnerable and gazing up at me was better than I imagined.

I wanted more.

Now.

“Take off your knickers and wait outside on the patio.”

Her chest rose on a quick intake of air but she stood, took off her panties and went to the bifold door. She opened it without hesitation and walked outside. I followed behind, approaching her slowly.

“Hop up on the table.”

She did, letting out a little yelp when her bare skin hit the surface. “It’s cold,” she giggled.

“Not for long.” I spread her legs wide and reached behind her to pull her closer to the edge. When I pressed against her, my dick nestled against her warm, wet folds.

“You’re wearing too many clothes. But you look so hot in them. Are you going to have sex with me fully dressed?”

“Yes.”

She slid her hands down my chest. “Do you like having your women naked while you fuck them with your clothes on?”

“I like having you naked. No more questions.”

My breathing became heavy when she reached between us to stroke me.

“Okay, no more questions,” she agreed and then sassed, “Maybe if you weren’t so bossy you’d be inside me already.”

She pressed the head of my cock to her entrance.

Wait, wait, wait. How did she flip the script here?

“Patience,” I growled, putting my hand on hers.

Her quiet laugh was punctuated by a teasing smile. Wide and sweet and sexy and fuck me there’s the damn thing again in my chest.

Exhaling sharply, I regained composure and licked and kissed my way down to her breast. Taking her nipple in my mouth, I sucked and nibbled, then I bit down gently. She reacted how I wanted. Arching, gasping, and writhing.

When I reached into my pocket and pulled out a condom, she stopped me.

“I’m on birth control.”

I’ve heard those words before and always ignored them, opting to use protection anyway. But hearing them come out of Victoria’s mouth was a different experience. A different feeling.

For a split second, I felt like a virgin about to shag for the first time. I knew I was headed for the point of no return. And I was fine with it because the point of no return was Victoria Chase and that’s all that mattered to me.

I needed to be inside her. Right the fuck now. I looked down to watch the head of my dick slide in. She felt like nothing else. I drew in long, deep breaths as I pushed farther inside. The feel of her made it difficult to be gentle. So warm and soft, like velvet. And so, so, tight.

Warding off my instinct to fuck without mercy was impossible. My body shook with the unrelenting need to drive into her. But this had to be slow to start.

Had. To.

I need to remember how this feels for the rest of my life. I buried myself in her until I had nothing left to give, until I felt her warm, wet flesh on my lower abdomen.

“Xavier, you feel so good,” she moaned, tangling her fingers in my hair and pulling.

“I want to be rough with you, Victoria. Possessive,” I panted. “So possessive. Tell me that’s okay.”

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