Page 14 of The Keeper

A tremor racked my body as the ridge of his shaft rubbed against my G-spot, and I rolled my hips faster, chasing more of the delicious friction.

His hands tightened on my hips, forcing us back to a slow, sensual grind before stopping entirely.

“Dane, please,” I choked out.

“You need to be fucked,” he stated, thrusting his hips up in demonstration.

My eyes went hazy, and I rocked shamelessly against him. “God, yes. I want to be so sore tomorrow morning that I can’t even move without thinking of you.”

He grinned and sucked my lower lip between his teeth before growling, “That’s my girl. Hold on.”

My warning was cut short when he gripped my ass for leverage and slammed into me, forcing a gasping moan past my lips.

My back bowed, and he dropped his head, sucking my pebbled nipple between his teeth. He bottomed out with every deep, punishing stroke, pushing me toward another peak embarrassingly fast.

“Taking my cock so well.”

I writhed against him as he drove me higher and higher, my muscles quivering around his thick length. “I’m going to—” I clamped down around him and came so hard I saw stars.

The low din of a Jimmy Buffet song playing on the TV in the background faded to white noise, drowned out by our labored breaths and the wet sounds of his body pumping into mine.

Dane drove into me like a man possessed, his hips snapping up to meet mine with bruising force. I clung to his broad shoulders, muffling my cries against his neck as the pressure built once again.

“That’s it, baby,” he growled, his voice rough with exertion. “Ride my cock. Take what you need.”

His fingers found my oversensitive clit, rubbing tight circles that had me trembling on the edge. I was so close, teetering on the precipice of another mind-blowing orgasm.

“I can’t,” I sobbed, overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensation.

“You can,” he insisted, scraping his teeth along my jaw. “Come for me one more time.”

His command sent a jolt of electricity down my spine, and I plastered my breasts against his chest and climaxed with a silent scream. The peaks of my nipples roughly scraped his skin with each crashing wave of ecstasy.

“Good girl,” he ground out through clenched teeth, his strokes becoming erratic.

The words sparked something primal inside me. I rolled my hips to match his frantic pace, desperate to feel him lose control.

Dane’s teeth slammed together, and his arms tightened around me before he came with a low, guttural groan. We clung to each other as the aftershocks rippled through our bodies.

I slumped against his chest, utterly spent and content. We stayed connected, our ragged breaths slowly evening out.

“You okay?” he asked.

I nodded, too blissed out to form words. A contented hum escaped my lips as he massaged the base of my skull, lulling me into a dreamlike state.

All too soon, he shifted beneath me. I whined in protest and clutched at his shoulders as he lifted me off his lap and laid me back on the couch. The loss of his warmth left me feeling oddly bereft.

“Don’t leave,” I said, reaching for him.

I could hear the smile in his voice as he replied, “Not leaving. Just taking care of the condom. Then I’m gonna get you cleaned up.”

“Maybe I like being dirty,” I teased, stretching languidly on the couch.

He chuckled low in his throat and padded back over to the couch. “Open for me.”

I let my knees fall open, expecting him to use the towel in his hand. Instead, Dane dropped to his knees between my thighs. My breath caught as he leaned in, his warm exhales fanning over my sensitive flesh.

“What are you doing?” I whispered, propping myself up on my elbows.

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