Hi

It's been a while. 

Again. 

Per usual. 

BUT WHAT THE HELL IS THAT HUGE NUMBER ON THIS STORY?

YOU GUYS HAVE ALMOST READ THIS TRASH 900K TIMES. 

THATS FUCKING CRAZY.

THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(You may need to go back and read the last chapter to remember what the fuck is going on. Once again I apologize.)

When Keefe woke up, it was still dark. 

Eyes aching in exhaustion, he shifted in the bed, nuzzling his face into the back of Sophie's neck. She lay still, her breathing even as she clutched his hand to her chest, their fingers lazily tangled together as he spooned her. Her blonde hair lay on top of her head like a bird's nest, and Keefe couldn't help but smile as he eyed the shiny strip of drool running down her chin. 

"Oh, Foster," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair out of her sweaty face. "Always a charmer."

She hummed as if responding to him, her back shifting to once again melt into the shape of his chest. Keefe wearily smiled, wincing when he felt her ass rub against his hips in a knowing way. 

"Careful," he murmured, gripping her waist tightly. Her body jolted at his touch, his cold fingertips digging in her side.

Growing suspicious, he leaned closer to her neck, lips brushing the flushed skin of her neck. "Are you awake, Foster?" he asked. Goosebumps erupted across her nape, and Sophie inhaled shakily. He let out a dark chuckle at her reaction, tossing the blankets off of his body and wrapping his arms around her waist. "How long have you been awake for, naughty girl?"

"Keefe!" Sophie cried breathlessly. "I was just teasing!"

He rolled himself on top of her, messy hair drooping in front of his eyes as he stared down at her flushed figure. Collarbone in full view, her cheeks red in embarrassment, and her nipples raised in attention as he dipped down, just brushing their skin against one another.

He could feel his nostrils flare as he pulled back, forcing himself to lay off of her as Sophie clutched the blanket just below her breasts, clearly still groggy from sleep. 

"I'm sorry," she squeaked out, noticing the way his eyebrows were furrowed. "I didn't think you'd mind."

Keefe inhaled through his mouth, not trusting his nose as she reached up to his face, her wrist just brushing his jaw as she smoothed the set of worrylines between his knitted brows. 

"I don't mind," he murmured down to her, knowing his morning voice was nothing to boast over. "'Just got me all riled up now."

Sophie's eyes trailed down from his face to the growing bulge rubbing painfully against his boxers.

"Sorry."

He rolled his eyes, leaning back down until his tip brushed her thigh. He let out a low hum, forcefully holding himself back from humping her leg as he pressed a sharp kiss to her chin. 

"Don't lie."

Sophie was holding back a smile. 

"'M not."

"You're going to regret that, Foster," Keefe huffed to her, leaning down and nipping between her breasts. She pursed her lips, casting a concerned glance in the direction of the open door leading to the room where Calla still slept. 

"She'll be okay," he said, mind slightly fogged as he dragged his boner against her covered thigh again, a shaky breath falling from his lips. 

"I don't want her to hear," Sophie whispered. "If she wakes up-"

"You'll have to be quiet then, yeah?" he cut her off, dragging his nose down to her stomach, and tugging the sheet down with him. Sophie let out a quiet whimper, disagreeing with his simple solution as her hands shot to grasp his hair, nails digging into his scalp. 

"Just... go easy on me, please?" she asked, taking her bottom lip between her teeth as she stared down at him, nervously glancing in the direction of the infant's room. "I really don't want to wake her up."

He nodded, barely hearing her as he dragged the sheet all the way down to her knees, feeling himself become more bricked up at the sight of her red panties. A dark spot began to form between her shivering legs, displaying her true feelings over the matter at hand. 

"No promises, Foster," he said, casting her one last look up the expanse of her positively shuddering body before pressing his face between her legs. 

"Keefe!" she cried, releasing his head to bite into her arm, entire face scrunched. 

A euphoric sensation erupted across his entire body, spreading over his muscles like a relaxer. Her scent clouded his senses, and he couldn't get enough. 

Keefe slid his hands down from Sophie's waist, cupping her plump, round ass in his palms and pressing her covered pussy tighter against his face. He lapped at the wet fabric of her panties, the taste of her slick like sugar on his tongue. He dug his nose into the fabric, pressing her panties between her folds and against her clit. Sophie mewled, legs briefly thrashing as she desperately tried to keep herself quiet. 

Sucking a patch of fabric into his mouth, Keefe pressed his hips against her knee, humming dangerously at the friction against his aching appendage. Sophie's grip on his hair tightened at the vibration of his mouth, breathless moans muffled by her arm. 

Keefe licked his lips as he pulled back, running his tongue across his teeth as he eyed her positively soaked panties. He shifted his hands from her ass to her thighs, thumbs digging into the joints of her hips, parting her folds enough for the fabric of her underwear to fall between them. 

"Keefe," she whined, attempting to press her thighs together. 

"Shhhh," he murmured, slipping a finger beneath the thin strip of panties, a lump forming in his throat at just how wet she was. Sophie's breath hitched as he teased her nub with the pad of his thumb, still gripping the bundled-up section of her underwear between his other fingers. 

"So wet, baby girl," he breathed, digging his thumb farther into, unable to stop his hips from rocking against her knee again. "So damn wet."

Without another thought, he tugged, ripping his thumb out from her warm center and snapping her single pair of panties clean in half. Sophie let out a squeak of surprise, her hips following her discarded clothing to chase his touch. 

"Keefe!" she cried in complaint. She quickly slapped a hand over her mouth, eyes darting over to look at Calla's room. Keefe slipped his thumb into his mouth, lazily looking over his shoulder to the baby's room with little interest. 

Hitting his shoulder to catch his attention again, those beautiful brown eyes glared down at him. "That was my only pair you asshole!" she hissed.

Keefe ignored her protests, crawling farther up on the bed to meet her gaze. 

"I told you to be gentle," Sophie murmured, pressing her hot palms to his bare chest looming over her. 

"And I told you you'd regret being a brat," he murmured, watching her chest stutter at his words, fingertips digging a bit deeper into his skin. "Now give me your hand."

Sophie's wide eyes flickered down to her hands, lip swollen from her tooth's grip on it. Reluctantly, she offered him one of her hands, watching as he guided her splayed fingers down his chest. Keefe's entire body trembled by the time her fingertips brushed over his tip, the fabric trapping it damp from precum. He jolted, a slow, long moan falling from his parted lips at her touch, and Sophie smiled slyly at his reaction.

"Now who's gonna have to be quiet?"

She was teasing. 

Again. 

Keefe roughly trusted into her hand, pursing his lips and closing his eyes as dots threatened to cloud his vision. Sophie wrapped her hand around his entrapped dick, rubbing slow, menacing circles across the swollen muscle. He could feel his pulse echoing through his cock, each desperate thrust throwing off his heartbeat. 

"You'll get a rash, Keefe," Sophie warned her voice almost sending him over the edge. He shakily exhaled, a tiny, coherent part of his brain knowing she was right. Leaning down to relieve his aching biceps, Sophie slid her fingers under the waist of his boxers, teasing her fingers across the skin of his lower back. 

"Sophie," Keefe warned, biting his tongue as a strangled moan slipped his lips as she pinched the skin just above his own ass. 

"'You gonna cum in your boxers, Keefe?" she asked, raising her leg to rub her knee against his aching boner. He huffed out a breath, burying his face in her neck as her leg made circles. "Ruin your underwear like you ruined mine?"

"Sophie," he whined, sinking his teeth into her shoulder. 

"No," she breathed, her decision final. Keefe whimpered into her skin, drooling across her skin as he began thrusting against her hand. He desperately humped Sophie's hand, chasing the building sensation in the depths of his body, 

Sophie's hand slid beneath his boxer's band, digging into his sweaty skin and gripping his ass cheek, pushing him harder against her leg. He groaned in response, humping her leg faster and faster as the friction became increasingly more hot. 

Sophie dragged a finger over his covered tip, rubbing the sticky substance deeper into the fabric of his boxers. He groaned, hips jolting in response to her touch. The desperate grinding and rubbing quickly become more feral, the slapping of fabric and skin echoing through the bedroom. Keefe gripped the sheets just beside Sophie's bed, the blankets pulled taut from the edge of the mattress. 

"Foster," he cried into her shoulder, his hips aching. "Sophie, please."

"Be quiet," she mocked, giving the head of his dick a tight squeeze. He let out a shaky breath, forcing the moan building in his throat back down. "If you can't be quiet, we'll stop-"

Keefe sealed his lips over hers, tongue dipping inside her mouth. Sophie's hands quickly retreated from his hips, grasping his face until their noses bumped and Keefe pulled back, shifting his place over her. 

"Keefe, what are you-" she stuttered out as he lined his clothed dick up with her leaking slit. He placed a hand over her mouth, nostrils flaring as she cupped his silencing hand, staring up at him with glossy brown eyes. 

"Stay quiet, Foster," he warned before thrusting his boner through her folds. Sophie's eyes rolled back and a vibrating moan blew against his palm. Keefe's hips pounded against hers, sliding the fabric of his underwear between her thighs and stimulating his used cock. 

And, as the grinding became too much, Keefe watched as spots filled his eyes, his senses erupting in sensitivity. Sophie's own pleasure wafted off of her, overstimulating his empathic sense until he was cumming without his own permission. Sophie's saliva-coated lips pursed beneath his palm, the muscles in her face scrunching as her body fell still beneath his. 

Exhaustion weighed over his shoulders as he dragged his clothed cock from between her legs, eyeing the darker-colored fabric on the front of his boxers. 

"Keefe," she breathed, her naked chest rising and falling fast. He sat back on his haunches, wincing at the burn on his cock as he ran a hand through his sweaty hair. 

Sophie was able to gather his numb expression was the effect of the fatigue overwhelming his body. In turn, she outstretched her arms to him, fingers splayed out as she gestured for him to join her back up by their messed pillows. Keefe slowly crawled up beside her, his body coated in a new layer of sweat as Sophie helped shimmy off his pair of ruined underwear, tossing them into the dark depths of the bedroom. 

"Relax, Keefe," she murmured, letting him bury his face into her chest and wrap his trembling arms around her body, cradling her to his chest. Sophie buried her hands back into his hair, raking her hands across his scalp until his breathing evened out. "Good boy."