Page 99 of The Keeper

“You can help me clean up.”

Our bodies subtly brushed against each other while we worked. It felt like a dance—choreographed yet instinctual, familiar in its routine but still hot as fucking hell.

I’d just finished wiping down the counter when Piper tugged my apron off and arched onto her tiptoes to whisper, “I have another job for you if you’reupfor it.”

I ran my tongue over my teeth with a grin. “What’d you have in mind?”

Without a word, she grabbed my hand and led me toward her office, closing and locking the door behind us before stripping her T-shirt off. “I need to come. Badly.”

Her statement was plain, direct, and hit me like a shot of pure adrenaline. I untied the drawstring on her pants, yanking them and her panties down before moving to her bra. Her heavy tits spilled over into my waiting palms.

“Goddamn, baby,” I growled, teasing her nipples with my teeth and tongue while guiding her onto the tan leather couch in the corner of her office.

Piper’s pregnant body was something straight out of every deep-seated fantasy I had. Her curves were more pronounced, drawing me in like a moth to a fucking flame.

Her breath caught as my lips closed around her swollen nipple, agentle moan escaping her lips. I reveled in the sound, knowing only I could draw that kind of response from her.

“Please, Dane,” Piper murmured, her voice laced with urgency and desire. Her hands tangled in my hair, gently but firmly pulling me toward the place she needed me most.

My lips moved lower, tracing a path down her swollen belly before settling between her legs. My beard scraped against the delicate skin of her inner thighs. I inhaled deeply, the scent of her arousal flooding my senses and making my cock strain against my zipper.

“You smell so fucking good,” I murmured against her slick flesh before dragging my tongue through her folds. “Taste even better.”

Piper’s back arched off the couch as I focused all my attention on her clit, alternating between flicking it with the tip of my tongue and sucking it between my lips.

“Oh god, Dane. Don’t stop,” she panted, her fingers gripping my hair almost painfully as she ground her hips against my face.

I had no intention of stopping. Not until she was coming all over my tongue and screaming my name. I slid two fingers inside her, groaning at how tight and wet she was.

Her hand fisted in my hair as I worked her over with my mouth and fingers, her breathy pleas and whimpers spurring me on. I loved seeing her like this—wet and needy, surrendering to the pleasure only I could give her.

“Baby, please... I’m so close…” Piper’s thighs began to quake and tremble against my shoulders. “I need more.”

Sliding a third finger into her slick heat, I groaned at how tight she was around me. “You gonna be a good girl and squirt for me?”

“Oh, fuck!” Her inner walls clamped down on my fingers, and she came hard, gushing over my hand and arm. I kept licking and sucking at her clit, drawing out her orgasm until she was shaking and pulling away from the overstimulation.

“That’s my girl,” I praised, pressing kisses to her inner thighs. “So fucking beautiful when you come for me.”

Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. “Holy shit,” she panted. “That was…”

“We’re not done yet, darlin’,” I growled, sliding my fingers backinside her still-quivering pussy. “I wanna see how many times I can make you come before those cinnamon rolls are ready.”

I worked her body relentlessly, bringing her to climax again and again until she was a trembling, whimpering mess beneath me. My cock throbbed painfully behind the zipper of my jeans, beads of precum already leaking from the tip, but I ignored it. This was about Piper.

“Dane,” she gasped after her fifth orgasm, a satisfied smile playing on her lips when she looked down at me. “You look good with me all over your face.”

I moved up her body to capture her lips in a deep kiss, letting her taste herself on my tongue. While we kissed, Piper’s hands worked at my belt and jeans, shoving them down my hips. She broke away with a gasp when she realized I’d gone commando.

“Fuck, baby,” she breathed, wrapping her hand around my rock-hard shaft.

I groaned as she took me into her hot mouth, her tongue swirling over the blunt head before she hollowed her cheeks and took me deeper. My jaw clenched as she dragged her tongue along the underside of my shaft, tracing the prominent vein there.

“Goddamn,” I grunted, threading my fingers through her hair. I could already feel my climax building at the base of my spine and knew I wouldn’t last long with my wife’s talented mouth working me over. Reluctantly, I pulled out from between her lips and guided her onto her hands and knees, facing the back of the couch.

Her belly swayed as she pushed her hips back, presenting her glistening pussy to me. I took a moment to admire the view before lining myself up and pushing inside her in one smooth thrust, both of us groaning at the sensation. Her pussy gripped me like a velvet vise, hot and slick from her previous orgasms.

“You feel fucking amazing,” I panted, setting a steady rhythm. One hand gripped her hip while the other snaked around to tease her sensitive nipples.

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