Page 47 of The Keeper

My pulse thundered in my ears as pressure built at the base of my spine.

“I’m close,” I grunted, my muscles tensing as I fought to hold back.

Piper pulled off me with an obscene pop, a string of saliva connecting the tip to her swollen lips. She lay back and spread her legs wide. With her hand wrapped around my shaft, she teased her clit with the blunt head, quickly jacking me to orgasm.

The muscles at the base of my cock contracted, and I came with a roar, painting her stomach and the thin strip of hair between her legs with ropes of cum.

Piper continued milking my cock, smearing my release across her skin. I watched through heavy-lidded eyes as she circled her clit with cum-slicked fingers.

It was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen.

“What are you doing, darlin’?” I asked, my spent cock twitching with renewed interest.

“Playing,” she said innocently, her lips quirking into a grin.

“Such a brat.”

“Is it wrong to want the real thing?” Piper pouted, releasing her grip on my cock to tease her nipples.

“Oh baby, this is real,” I assured her, squeezing her hip.

She shook her head in disagreement. “Remember? Real would be your cum inside me.”

Fuck me.

I groaned, raking a hand over my face as all the blood rushed south. “You can’t say shit like that.”

“Why not?” She grabbed my hand and pressed it to the curve of her belly. “You’re the one that said you wanted to see me pregnant.”

Mine. All fucking mine. Possessiveness blazed through me like a wildfire.

I let my head fall back, nostrils flaring with ragged breaths. Every shred of self-control I had left was hanging by a thread.

“Fucking do it,” I rasped. “Put my cum inside you where it belongs.”

Piper’s eyes darkened with lust as she coated her fingers in the mess on her stomach and positioned them at her entrance, teasing herself.

A little closer, baby…

Before she could push them into her body, a loud robotic voice announced,“Alarm. Front Door,”followed by a shrill beeping.

“Stay here!” I yelled, yanking on my jeans and snatching my gun from the nightstand.

Piper clutched a pillow to her chest, her eyes wide with fear. “What?—”

“It’s all right, baby. Stay put.” I quickly cleared the house room by room, surprised to find Avery still asleep when I entered the nursery.

With my gun raised and every sense on high alert, I crept down thehall into the living room to find the front door sitting open about an inch.

Heart pounding, I checked the perimeter outside, searching for any sign of an intruder. Nothing seemed out of place, but the hairs on the back of my neck stood up regardless.

Something wasn’t right.

The system was disarmed when I returned, and Piper was pacing the living room in her robe. “Did you find anything?” she asked, worry etched on her face.

“Nothing,” I said, shaking my head.

“I can’t remember if I locked up last night. Maybe it was the wind? The damn thing is glitchy as hell. I swear it goes off for no reason.”

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