Chapter EightSlate
I shift to sit on the edge of the couch with my knees parted. With her deep blue eyes locked on mine, Keaton kneels between my thighs.
My heart starts to hammer in anticipation. I was fine with waiting my turn—more than fine, because it meant I got the chance to pleasure her, to feel her quake apart under my tongue—but now I’m so ready, it physically hurts.
Carefully, like she’s dealing with a live nuclear missile instead of a d**k, Keaton slides her hand under the band of my boxer briefs and takes out my c**k.
“Should I put my mouth on it?” she asks.
I place my hand on her cheek and stroke my thumb over her skin. God, she’s so f*****g adorable. “First, you don’t have to do this. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”
“I know that.” Her lips turn up in a sl
