Page 87 of The Keeper and I

“You got it, angel.”

Her hips moved with his pace. He felt her walls clamp down around his fingers, fluttering with her coming release. All he had to do was stay on course, which was hard to do because his dick was throbbing with his need. She was so fucking hot like this. He ached to pin her beneath him and drive into her until she screamed. But not tonight.

The fingers of his free hand danced along the swell of her breast, grazing her nipple and giving it a light pinch. Her nails dug into his scalp.

“Fuck, I’m close,” she whined.

“Don’t hold back. Fucking come for me, Laci.”

Her legs trembled, and she unraveled. He slowed his hand while she caught her breath. His mouth left a hot trail from the back of her ear down to her shoulder.

“Good fucking girl,” he whispered.

He swore he heard a purr at the back of her throat.

Holding her steady, he reached over to the nightstand and pulled open the drawer. She had brought her vibrator, but they hadn’t gotten to use it yet. Tonight was the perfect opportunity. And it was so incredibly Laci, bright pink, soft silicone, delicate, and practical. It had both an insert and a clit stimulator.

“Ready for the next one?” he asked.

She nodded. He clicked the toy on, and her eyes snapped open at the buzzing sound. With a devilish grin, she nodded again.

“How many settings does it have?” he wondered.

“Five,” she answered.

He hit the power button again to get it to the second speed.

“Keep those legs open,” he told her. “And relax.”

Her mouth fell open when he brought the tip to her entrance, soaking it in her slick, before trailing it back to her clit. Something like his name sounded from her mouth, but she was no longer coherent.

She came with a jolt before a minute went by, but Jordan didn’t let up this time. He held the vibrator firmly in place as tremors rolled through her body. He built her up into her next climax as she was coming down from the last one.

Again and again, he made her come, alternating between fucking her with the toy until she gushed around it and using it on her clit until she writhed.

She reached her limit and collapsed, a sweaty, fucked out mess in his arms. His cock was painfully hard at the sight of her breathless and satisfied. Her mouth moved, but she couldn’t form words. He pushed her hair off the damp skin of her neck and kissed her softly.

“You’re fucking amazing,” he told her. “Did so good.”

“So good,” she muttered back, looking at him through heady eyes. “M’tired.”

He lay her down on the pillows, kissed her forehead, and slid off the bed to get in the bathroom. The temptation to take care of himself was there. His joggers were tented, and his body was on fire, but he needed to attend to Laci first. He returned to her with a cool washcloth and cleaned her between her thighs. She hardly moved though she did hum at his touch.

He pulled a fresh blanket over her, and she snuggled down into the mattress. The even rise and fall of her shoulders told him she was asleep or at least well on her way, which was what he wanted.

He went back into the bathroom and stripped off his joggers and boxers to take his leaking cock in his fist and give himself a good stroke. He doubled over with relief. All he needed was the knowledge of Laci in his bed and the memories of what transpired to get him right to the edge of his own release. He imagined it was her hand…her mouth…her pussy. He groaned and picked up the pace.

He was already close from getting her off until she could hardly breathe.

She was so gorgeous through it all with her head thrown back, sweat beading over her delicious skin, and crying out with that sweet soprano of a voice. He would never tire of her ecstasy and all the little ways she offered herself to him. She trusted him, felt safe in his arms. Nothing made him feel like more of a hero than her constant faith.

With one last pull, he finished into his hand.

He wiped himself clean with a couple tissues as he caught his breath. Turning eyes on Laci’s sleeping form, he walked out to join her.

As he climbed into bed, she instinctually moved toward him, not waking up. He wrapped an arm around her to secure her to his side. He wondered how he’d ever gotten to sleep without her. And how he would manage when she went away. He was addicted to her, and withdrawal loomed before him like the mouth of a dark cave.

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