Page 8 of Keegan's Promise

We stumble through the door with her wrapped around me. Or maybe I’m wrapped around her. Hell. I don’t know. All I know is that she’s in my arms, her tongue stroking against mine in a way that has all the blood in my body pumping toward my cock.

I grunt, falling back against the door with her pressed against me, her tits crushed to my chest. She’s so goddamn soft, every inch of her lighting me up like a livewire.

“I want to see you, sweetness.” My hands slip beneath her shirt. “Can I take this off?”

“Y-yes,” she gasps against my lips.

My fingers trail up her body as I lift the shirt, being careful of her new tattoo, and then tug it off over her head. I groan out loud when I realize she never put her bra back on. Her tits are right there in front of me, her cherry red nipples hard…begging for my mouth.

I brush my thumb over one hard peak, watching her face. Her lips part, a soft moan tumbling from her lips.

“You like that, Landry?”

“Yes.”

I do it again and get the same reaction from her.

She moans even louder when I dip my head to wrap my lips around her nipple. Her hands fly to my hair as if to keep me right there. That’s not a problem, though. I’m right where the fuck I want to be.

She trembles against me as I suck and bite, teasing that hard bud between my lips until she’s squirming and pulling my hair.

The sweet little sob that falls from her lips when I do the same thing to the other nipple has cum leaking into my boxers. I want to memorize every sound she makes, every whimper, every little cry, and gasp. I want them all burned into my brain.

One hand drifts down her body, touching her everywhere. My fingers trace along the marks on her belly, and I instantly fucking love them. They’re sexy as hell, proof that this girl is real. That she’s here right now, trembling beneath my touch.

My hand dips beneath the waistband of her leggings. “I want these off, too, sweetness,” I rasp against her skin. “I want to see all of you.”

“I…I…”

“You’re beautiful, baby.”

Her expression softens, awe chasing away doubt. She nods bravely.

I reward her with a little kiss, so fucking humbled by her. Christ, she’s a goddess. And I’m two seconds from falling to my knees for her.

I take it slow, kissing her again and again, tweaking her nipples until she’s trembling. I slowly tug her pants and panties down her legs. She doesn’t tense up or freeze. She just wiggles her hips and then kicks off her flats, helping me get them down.

I carefully shift her around so she’s standing against the door with me in front of her. I don’t want her to feel trapped, but I need to taste her. I’m going to lose my goddamn mind if she’s not coming on my tongue in the next three minutes.

She moans when I drop to my knees, her eyes so fucking wide. I keep my eyes locked on her face as I carefully lift her right leg over my shoulder, opening her up to me. Her knee is scraped and bruised, like she fell recently.

“Keegan,” she whispers.

“You can say no,” I remind her.

“I d-don’t want to say no,” she gasps, practically writhing against the door. “I…it hurts.” She blinks at me, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. “Make it better. Please.”

Fuck.

I count to five, trying to calm myself down. Doesn’t fucking help. She’s spread open for me, asking me to lick her perfect little cunt. To make her come. There is no calming down now.

I lean forward, press my lips to her bruised knee, and then run them up the inside of her thigh. Her skin is so goddamn soft beneath my lips. Her sweet, tangy smell clouds my mind. My balls ache like a motherfucker as I move closer to heaven, my eyes locked on the sight of her spread open for me, pink and wet and mine.

“Keegan!” she sobs, her voice breaking on my name when I flick my tongue out, licking her from top to bottom.

Her taste floods through me, and I know I’m fucked. Completely goddamn ruined. I groan like the broken man I am, gripping her perfectly round ass in my hands as I bury my face between her legs and devour her.

I can’t get enough of her taste, her heat…the way she whimpers and grinds down against my face. She’s the hottest little thing, practically gushing on my tongue. She’s pure eroticism, ripping through my veins like lightning as I force my tongue into her tight little hole to fuck her with it.

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