Page 100 of Keepsake

I took as much as I could, his piercing banging in the back of my throat. I went back to his tip, twirling my tongue, he growled almost displeased. “Enough now.”

He lifted my head by my hair and nodded to the condom still between my fingers, his jaw tense.

When I used both hands to sheath him, his hand left my hair taking the curve of my cheek.

“You blush for everything, but not for this?” he asked.

As I finished, my hair making a curtain around my shoulders, I peeked at him with a smile. “That’s what you do? Try to make me blush?”

He tsked, his tattooed hand closing on my neck. “Jefa, I’m going to make you come so hard all your blushing will belong to me from now on.”

Alvaro advanced without another word, his arm curling under me, taking me on his lap, my legs falling open with him between them.

“You know what they used to call me?” he whispered in my ear.

I sucked in a breath. “El Toro,” I repeated his MMA nickname.

“So ride me, baby.”

I nodded, my hand gripping on his shoulder. He moved us to the edge of the bed, his feet touching the floor as I held onto my knees and positioned him right in my entrance.

“Go down slow,” he told me, kissing my head softly like I was something precious.

He kept breaking me and putting me back together. I looked right at him, his intense whiskey eyes on mine and I lowered down, feeling his head spreading me apart, dying for the noise that strangled out of his throat.

The piercing fit inside. I threw my head back on a moan.

“Keep working, Logan.” He gripped my waist. “Come on, take it all.”

I whimpered as we kissed. He took my lower lip for a long pull between his teeth. I lived for his eyes on me, his smirk each time he teased me.

We moaned when he was buried to the hilt, my head lolling to the side. His hands on both sides of my waist, he told me, “Work for it.”

I could hear the smile in his voice. Placing my hands back to his shoulder, I used my knees and started to ride. Up and down, taking all those delicious growls that made me wet in a second.

“Keep going,” he said, manipulating my body to take a nipple to his mouth.

The whimper broke free, and I worked harder, like he asked, taking him fully just to go up and drop down again. My skin burning hot. I was dizzy when he turned me around in one go, laying me on the bed as he ended up on top without taking himself out of me.

At this angle, he went deeper. I bit my bottom lip trying not to scream. But he was there, his thumb pulling my lip free. “Scream for me,” he demanded.

Shaking my head, he thrust deep making me realize what the piercing at the top did. Between the barbells, my clit fit perfectly. My mouth opened in a silent scream as he thrusted relentlessly, a knowing smile decorating his lips.

Alvaro’s hand took my legs, holding them apart, baring me to him as he pinned me to the bed, that piercing massaging my clit with every move of his hips.

“You’re strangling my cock, Jefa,” he growled.

I nodded. He was impossibly thick. Inside, I felt his other piercing on my walls and I took it all and craved more.

Another push. His mouth found mine even while he held my legs up and I screamed on his tongue, my orgasm ripping me inside out.

Alvaro’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. He came down, licking me from neck to ear, biting my earlobe before he came.

With a feral growl, a vein on his neck popped. My toes curled, and I tensed up, milking him. With shallow thrusts he rode his orgasm, making it last.

His hands eased off my legs. They were shaking as I let them down. He looked at me, his eyes darting all over my features like he was seeing me for the very first time. His thumb grazed my lips, and he opened them for his mouth.

He licked me, kissing slowly, taking my breath away.

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