His thumbs move softly before he uses them to spready my pussy open like a flower. His eyebrows lift, and he gets that arrogant look on his face. The one I really, really fucking like. “Saturated, huh?”
“Looks like.”
He chuckles, but it’s not malicious at all. His eyes stay on my dripping pussy as he shuffles forward and leans down, swiping his knob through my slick. The smallest of touches from him reverberates through my bones. Honestly, it’s ridiculous the way I respond.
He’s completely besotted, lost in the intention of coating the tip of his cock in my juices. When his eyes jump to mine, they are dilated, and even before he moves, I know what he wants.
“Clean yourself off my bell end.” There’s a push of his designation as he crawls up my body so I can do exactly what he wants to his velvety knob.
Like with my pussy, he only gives me an inch, teasing me until I’m panting for air and gushing slick at the same time. Returning to where he was, he presses his mouth to lips as he licks the taste of us off them. Then he wraps an arm under me and waits until I’m looking at him.
“I have to tell you something, Tal,” he admits.
“What?”
My stomach drops, and I go to sit up, but Keegan stuns me with his speed and strength, spearing me with his oversized cock in one thrust.
He’s grinning as he drags his dick all the way out before slamming back in. He does it with so much force, all of me moves and the bed thumps against the wall. But JFC, it feels incredible.
“I can be whatever you want me to be. Romantic, sweet, slow, crazy, cute. What-fucking-ever, but I’ll always be desperate for you. And fucking obsessed with the way your cunt wraps around my cock. And the way you’re whole being shudders when you come.”
And then, to prove a point, he lies over me, kissing me softly and slowly until I’m breathing properly again. He circles his hips as he skillfully takes our intimacy higher and higher, thrusting in deep and grinding his knot against my clit. Driving my arousal crazy in a different way. “You feel like home, Tal. Your scent is in me so deep, I can’t remember what it was like without it next to me.”
His mouth is against my ear, his body holding me down, forcing me to hear all the noises he makes and feel each dip and ridge on his dick.
“I’m going to scar your throat for the world to see when I’m inside you just like this.” He tongues the spot he’s chosen, and his kisses turn to nips as he drives harder and faster again. “You want my knot? You want me to flood your tight little pussy with my claim till it spills down your thighs? You want me to leave a mark showing you where my bite will go?”
I grip his hair, pulling him up so he can see into my eyes. “Yes.”
“Such a good wife,” he says, ripping free of my hold on his hair and dropping his mouth to my throat.
I know he’s not going to claim me, but the anticipation right now has my lust and desire skyrocketing. I perfume up a storm, and my slick gushes encouragingly. Keegan, though, is hell-bent on showing me more sides of who he is tonight, and instead of ruining me with one brutal shove, he wiggles his hips until the burn as his knot pushes past the muscles unlocks waves of pleasure and relief, making me cry out.
He grunts, deep and low, against my ear, making me listen to him orgasm. But it wasn’t necessary. I’d literally felt his come spurting and filling me up.
Searching for his mouth, I kiss him deeply, our bodies moving on their own, almost. It’s effortless the way he makes me feel.
Another crest makes my back ache, and he twists my nipple until I’m writhing under him, whimpering for release. Leaning down, he bites my earlobe, making my pussy lock up. “Flood my knot.”
I shatter.
And then he’s putting me back together with soft kisses everywhere he can reach as he rolls us over, since we’re still locked together. Grabbing pillows and blankets, I get a lesson from Keegan about expecting the unexpected.
Settling an arm under my shoulder, and after brushing the hair off my face, he drops his weight over the top of me. “Now you’re tucked exactly where you’re meant to be. Time to sleep, beautiful.”
My eyes are closing, but not before I see see his eyes shut. He takes a big exhale, which I copy. He stills, taking me with him to a deep, dream-filled sleep where he chases me hard, laughing like the freak he’s turning out to be.
Chapter Twenty-Six
TALLY
Iroll over. And over and over. My bed is cold and empty, and the only reminder I have of last night with Keegan is the scent of him on my skin. It stings more than it should.
The scalding hot shower leaves me smelling more like myself, and as soon as I walk out of my bedroom and into a stream of sunlight, my mind is made up—I’m going for a run.
Until I remember the last time I checked the door and found it was still locked. Regardless, I dress in yoga pants and a sports bra, pulling my shoes on as I open the door to my bedroom. Finding my whole apartment empty isn’t what I was expecting, and the note on the kitchen island telling meback soon with breakfastis nice. The lack of details sours my shitty mood some more, so my own note—back after a run, save me some breakfast—feels like a bitchy but necessary dose of their own medicine.
My mood improves when the door actually opens, and the elevator downstairs works too. As soon as I step outside, thehustle and bustle of living in a city sweeps away more of the shitty start to my day.
