Page 65 of Keep Me Safe

“On your back,” I say, climbing onto the bed after her. Tucking my fingers into the top of her bathing suit bottoms, I slide them down her legs. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. Positioning myself between her thighs, her warm body tucked under mine, I press a kiss to her neck. I lean over her and reach for the bedside table, but she presses a hand to my chest, stopping me.

“I’m on birth control.”

Looking down at her, I realize what she’s implying.

“Are you sure?” I ask.

I know I shouldn’t, but the idea of fucking her raw, nothing between us, is too tempting.

“Yes, I need to feel you,” she says, her voice breathy.

This is so fucking wrong. I shouldn’t be touching her like this, but I don’t care anymore. I want her.

My lips find hers again, claiming her with all of our pent-up desire. She’s consumed my thoughts ever since that night we ran into each other in the kitchen. Being with her feels fucking perfect, even if I hate myself for it.

My fingers tighten around her hips, pulling her into me. Brushing my thumb over her clit, I guide myself to her entrance, a gasp escaping her lips. Fuck, every second I’m not buried deep inside her is another blow to my already diminished self-control. Slowly, I ease myself in. The feeling is fucking euphoric as I push even deeper into her.

“Noah, please,” she moans.

Sliding my cock nearly all the way out before slamming it back into her, I bury myself inside her completely. Another moan escapes her lips as I pick up my pace, fucking her deeper.

“You’re taking it so well,”I groan.

God, she feels so good wrapped around me, her pussy fitting my cock like it was fucking made for me. She tightens around me, and I know she’s close.

Leaning down to her neck, I press a kiss there before whispering, “Is this what you wanted? My cock deep inside you?”

Pumping into her even harder, I circle my fingers over her clit, and she nods quickly, her hands sliding up over my back, pulling me into her. Her nails dig into me as I keep fucking her.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” she says, her voice shaky.

She shouldn’t want this. She deserves so much more, but she’s fucking beautiful like this, and selfishly, I don’t want it to end. I know she’s close, and so am I. The delicious tension builds in my core and flows throughout my body.

Reaching up to grab her face, I make her look at me. Her eyes are almost black with pure need. “You look so fucking good taking me, but I want to see how beautiful you are when you come for me.”

A moan escapes her lips as her eyes lock on mine, her lips parting as she arches into me.

“Come for me, princess,” I say, circling her clit with my thumb as I push deep inside her. Her pussy tightens around me as she cries out, and I keep fucking her through her orgasm as she pulls me right off that edge with her. White hot pleasure shoots through me as I finish, filling her.

I slide out of her. My eyes trail down to where we were connected, the sight of my come dripping out of her pussy satisfying that possessive urge I have only when it comes to her.

She’s fucking mine.

I lay down beside her, pulling her into me. The smell of strawberries and sun invading my senses, her naked body pressing into mine. My brain flashes back to why we’re here to begin with. The thought of that boy’s hands on her ignites my jealousy yet again.

“So, are we clear now?” I ask.

She looks up at me, her caramel eyes fixed on mine.

“Crystal,” she teases.

“I mean it, you’re mine. No one else touches you.” I say, my voice low. Her eyes narrow, her hand sliding down my chest.

“What about you?” she asks.

“What about me?”

Her gaze falls, avoiding mine, “Never mind, it’s fine.”

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