Page 35 of Keegan's Promise

“Not yet, sweetness,” he breathes, his eyes on fire with need. “Not until you’re soaking my face again. Been thinking about it for a goddamn year. I need your taste on my tongue again before I lose my fucking mind.”

“Yes, yes, please.” I arch and babble and plead, willing to give him anything if it gets him inside me any faster. If it gets his mouth on me again.

I’m a bundle of raw sensations and starving need beneath him as he kisses his way down my body, lavishing attention on me. Spoiling me with it. Every stretchmark that appeared when I was pregnant, he seeks out with his lips, planting reverent kisses across my skin.

By the time he drags my legs over his shoulders, I’m already on the verge, so damn close it’s not going to take much to send me over.

“Christ, I missed this,” he says…and he sounds a little like he could cry right now. “So pretty and pink. So wet and mine. God, Landry baby. You know how many times I’d wake up with my cock in my hand and your name on my lips, the ghost of you on my tongue?” His fiery eyes meet mine. “How many times I wanted to tear the fucking world apart just to taste you again?”

“I t-thought about you too,” I gasp, writhing beneath him. “I dreamed about you so many times.”

He groans, a storm raging in his eyes. “It’s not a dream this time, sweetness. I’m right here.”

“Keegan, I lo… Oh!” I sob, my hips bowing from the bed as he lunges, burying himself face-first between my legs.

Just like the first time we were together, there is nothing slow or gentle about him as he eats. He’s a starving beast, feasting after famine. He licks and sucks, his tongue running in circles around my clit before he thrusts it inside me.

I shatter with his name on my lips and blood rushing in my ears.

“Again,” he growls, not even lifting his head. “Give me another one, baby.”

There’s no way I can when every lick, every touch, feels like it might splinter me apart. But I do anyway. As soon as he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks, I crack apart again, falling to pieces with a gasp.

He doesn’t give me a second to breathe before he’s on top of me again, fumbling with his pants as he kisses me as if he intends to fill me with his air. I taste myself on his tongue, taste my pleasure on his lips…and another piece of my soul stitches itself back together.

“I hope I get you pregnant again,” he growls, his cock sliding against my clit as he yanks my legs up over his hips.

I feel the cool metal of the piercing, and the dichotomy sends me spiraling toward heaven again. Or maybe that’s his confession.

“I want to be there for every fucking minute this time, sweetness,” he groans, wrapping his lips around my right nipple. “I want to see you growing with my baby.”

“Keegan,” I whimper, clawing down his back.

“Keep saying my name just like that. You sound so fucking sweet begging for my baby.” He lines up at my entrance, pushing inside inch by inch.

My head flies back, a gasp of ecstasy pulled from somewhere deep in my chest. This is what I missed. This is what heaven feels like.

“Christ, you look so good taking my cock.” He pumps his hips, burying himself to the hilt. He pauses for a moment, his hands locked around my hips like he’s trying to hold himself in check, trying to rein himself in.

I clench my inner muscles around him instinctively. I don’t want him in control. I don’t want careful, gentle Keegan. I want all of him, every damn inch, every single sensation. All of his power and desire.

He growls my name like a warning, so I do it again. And then again.

He cracks above me, trembling with the force of his desire as he rears back and then slams into me in one hard thrust. Pleasure rips through me, pulling a soft cry from my lips.

“More!”

He heeds my command like a man possessed, growling and snarling as he surges into me again and again, his hips slamming against mine. His balls slap against my ass with every hard thrust. The bed rocks and shakes beneath us. A fleeting worry that we’re going to wake Lily whispers through me, but when he thrusts again, that thread of worry gets ripped away in a tide of ecstasy.

“Christ, Landry,” he growls, sucking and biting my nipples. “I want the feel of my cock ingrained in your memory, branded so you never forget how good you’re supposed to feel.”

“I n-never forgot,” I gasp, lifting my hips to meet every wicked thrust. “I’ll never forget.”

He groans my name like I’m wrecking him. It’s the sweetest sound, one I hope I get to hear over and over again. One I think I’ll kill and die for.

“I need you to come, sweetness.” He lifts my leg over his shoulder, allowing him to strike deeper. He fucks me harder, pounding into me like a madman. “Christ, I need to feel this perfect pussy clamping down on me, stealing my fucking soul.”

“Please, please,” I beg. I plead. I fucking shake and quiver, ruined in ways I don’t think can be undone.

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