Page 16 of The Keeper

She blinked slowly, processing my words. I knew I should stop and let her rest. But the taste of her, the feel of her soft skin under my hands, was like a drug I was helplessly addicted to.

Piper reached back and began jacking my aching dick until precum leaked from the slit. “I can take it,” she murmured, guiding the head of my cock into her body.

“Fuck,” I gritted out, fighting the urge to slam home in one brutal thrust. She was so tight, her pussy gripping my bare—oh, fuck.

Watching her take me raw was almost my undoing. Instead of pulling out, I sank deeper, my hands spanning over the flare of her hips.

Childbearing hips, some might say.

I bit down on my lip until I tasted blood, fighting against every instinct to hold her down and flood her womb with my seed. To breed her. To claim her as mine for all eternity.

It was only the last shred of my moral compass that stopped me.

With a Herculean effort, I managed to pull out. “Condom,” I groaned, fumbling for one on the side table and slipping it on.

Piper’s disappointed whimper turned into a deep moan when I sank back into her wet heat. She dropped her weight onto her forearms and lifted her ass higher.

“That’s my good girl,” I growled, gripping her hips tighter.

When she slumped forward, I reached around to squeeze her clit between my thumb and forefinger, coaxing her back to full awareness. “Stay awake for me, darlin’. Okay?”

She nodded drowsily, her inner muscles tightening around me. “How do you want me?”

In every way possible for the rest of my life.

Instead of voicing the dangerous sentiment, I fisted a hand in her hair and tugged her head back. “Like this. Love watching your tightlittle cunt stretch around my cock from this angle,” I growled, surging deeper.

Piper clawed at the arm of the sofa and began fucking back against me with renewed vigor.

“Yeah?” I asked, driving into her with a smirk. “You like that? You like hearing what your perfect body does to me?”

Her breath caught on a moan as she clenched around my shaft. “Don’t stop.”

As if I could.

As if I’d ever want to.

“You gonna drench this cock?” I rasped, snaking my hand down her belly to massage her clit. Her pussy clamped down like a vise, trying to force me out. I powered deeper with a savage growl, and she exploded, coming around my cock in pulsing gushes.

I released my grip on her hair and rolled to spoon Piper from behind, continuing to thrust into her pliant body. “Still with me?” I asked, placing a small kiss against the shell of her ear and another on her jaw.

She nodded weakly, reaching back to tangle her fingers in my hair.

“You did so good,” I praised, squeezing her breast while maintaining my steady pace. “So. Fucking. Good.”

“I wish—” Her words cut off in a gasp as I hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her.

“What do you wish?” I asked, my curiosity piqued despite the haze of lust clouding my mind.

Piper turned her head, meeting my gaze with those mesmerizing green eyes. “I wish I had you for more than tonight.”

Her words sent a jolt through me, equal parts hope and trepidation. “Oh yeah? Why’s that, darlin’?”

“Because then we could do this every night,” she whispered, her breaths coming in ragged pants. “But it would be real.”

“This isn’t—this isn’t real?” I stammered, struggling to focus as her pussy fluttered around me.

“N-nuh. Real would be you taking me bare. The way nature intended.”

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