Page 60 of Keep Me

Ignoring my protest, he continues. “We could do this all winter. Fuck like animals all day long. With nothing better to do. You can still hate me. Call me a brute and an arsehole, and I’ll call you a cow and selfish bitch. But with lots and lots of orgasms.”

He grinds against me again, and I fail to hold in my reaction this time. A tiny whimper escapes, and I know I’m done for. Any argument is now weak and meaningless.

“I’ve been tested,” he groans against my neck.

“So have I,” I reply. “And I’m on the pill.”

“See?” he murmurs. “There’s nothing stopping us.”

“I do hate you,” I reply, my voice cracking on the high pitch.

The hard length of his cock slides against my clit, and I fight the urge to wrap my hand around his shaft just to feel the size of it. Based on what I sense now, it’s impossibly large.

“I hate you too, darling,” he replies, grinding again.

I whimper again.

Our eyes meet, and I stare into the green orbs, unable to deny that having messy casual sex with a handsome, rich Scottish giant isn’t the worst thing to happen to me. I’d be a fool to turn him down.

He keeps up the grinding, and soon, I start to notice how heated and unhinged he’s getting. His breathing is growing shallow, and his lips part with desire. The stiff cock in his boxer briefs is so hard it hurts as he rubs it eagerly against my clit. But it’s a good pain. A needy, visceral pain that radiates through my entire body.

“I can still taste your cunt on my lips, Sylvie. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

His filthy words set me on fire. Any hope of turning back now is lost.

My back arches, and my head tilts backward. “Killian.”

I moan his name like a plea.

“Tell me to stop,” he mutters with his lips near my throat.

“Don’t stop,” I reply.

Reaching down, I rest my hand on the firm surface of his ass. It feels so weird touching him but also so good. How long have I wanted to press my palm to his backside? Squeeze it. Use it as leverage to pull him closer to me.

He grinds harder, and I start to wonder if he’ll settle for this dry humping or if he’ll take the opportunity to slip my panties aside and enter me. I don’t know which one I want at this point.

I love thisalmost-sexfeeling. Having him so close but still not quite where I want him.

My mind is already lost to the sensation. I’m supposed to be stopping this, but I can’t remember why. I just want more.

So I wrap my legs around his hips and hold tight to his ass to grind him harder and harder and harder to a rhythm that makes my body tighten, and my blood flow hotter through my veins.

Angling my face toward him, he quickly latches his lips to mine.

I’ve already committed his kiss to memory. It’s so different than the ones we have to fake. His real kisses are brutal and passionate, biting and nibbling and devouring.

“I’m gonna—”

The words fall off my lips as he kisses me again. When he pulls away, I see the look of ecstasy on his face—the near-climax expression.

“Let me see it again, darling. You come so pretty.”

My hips are moving fast now, tilting and grinding, trying to keep up with the momentum of his hard cock. Two thin layers of cotton are all that separate us, and it feels like we’re striking a fire with them.

I let out a high-pitched squeal when the pleasure seizes my body in an earthquake of sensation. My muscles clench tight around him, and I let myself drown in the feeling. It’s not as potent as the one on the stairs, but chasing it is half the fun anyway.

His movements pick up speed until I look up to find him shuddering with a look of euphoria on his face. I feel the twitch of his cock against me as he comes, and I stare down between our bodies to watch the way it soaks the inside of his boxer briefs.

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